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“That’s real mature of you, Miles,” Kaz said, a low growl in his voice. “Real mature.”
Why the fuck he couldn’t keep his mouth shut around Kaz, he would never know. He likely wouldn’t learn how to stop himself either, especially when it came to Kaz.
“Just as mature as you were when you lied and deceived me?”
One heartbeat. That was all it took before he was pressed against a wall, Kaz crowding him, one hand on his chest, the other against the wall by his head. Kaz felt good against him, the press of the man’s hips making his pulse jump. It was too much. It felt too good.
He squirmed against Kaz’s hold, but he only pressed closer, rendering him immobile.
“You keep baiting me, Miles,” Kaz said, eyes dropping to Miles’s lips, “but I don’t think you’ll like the outcome. Or, perhaps, you will.”
Kaz lowered his head, hot breath skirting across the sensitive skin on the side of Miles’s neck. A pang of lust shot through him, and he nearly whimpered when he felt the light brush of Kaz’s lips against his ear.
“The things I want to do to you,” Kaz whispered.
Fingers threaded through Miles’s hair, and he gasped when his head was jerked back. He snapped his gaze onto Kaz’s face. The man was looking at him with an intense heat he’d missed. Fuck, he’d missed the days when Kaz looked at him with nothing but want and need in those stormy eyes of his.
“You’d get on your knees for me if I asked, wouldn’t you?”
He wished he could say no. That he could claim Kaz had no effect on him, but it would be an obvious lie. As much as he tried not to feel anything for Kaz, it was pretty fucking obvious that he still did. He still wanted Kaz, and he hated himself for it.
“Maybe I’ll ask,” Kaz said and moved back, fingers sliding free from Miles’s hair. “Maybe I won’t.”
Kaz turned and walked out the door, leaving Miles staring after him, his heart in his throat and need burning under his skin. In his veins. His whole body was on fire, and Kaz hadn’t even kissed him.
When they’d been younger, he’d been the one in control. Or, at least he’d thought he was. Now, though? Kaz held all the power. Kaz had grown up. They both had. But that reckless and impulsive boy Kaz had been? He was gone. Replaced by this enigma of a man. So disciplined and yet still absolutely reckless. And he was in trouble because Kaz was right: if he asked, he would get on his damned knees in a heartbeat. He’d hate himself for it, but he didn’t have the willpower to stop himself.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kaz
KNEELING BEHIND a dumpster was not how he expected to spend his evening. Preferably, there would’ve been a whole lot of alcohol and laughter involved, but no. Not tonight. Spying on dangerous people to the smell of rotten food was something he hoped he’d never have to do again.
Killian was crouched next to him, Solo right behind them. Nicky was creeping closer to the men they were watching, clad in all black, and with her smaller body, she would be a lot harder to spot than the rest of them. He wasn’t sure what he expected when he got Solo’s call, but this sure as fuck wasn’t it. He could feel Killian seething, anger rolling off him in waves. He trusted that Killian was smart enough to keep a lid on it and turned his gaze to the men standing under the overhang of a building a few miles out of town.
To the right were four men in pristine suits, one of them as attractive as he was powerful, and from his stance and demeanor, he was well aware of both. Across from them were five men who, despite how loudly they were talking, he couldn’t understand. Their clothes didn’t speak of wealth and order, unlike their companions, but he knew they had plenty of money considering the amount of drugs they were running. They just dressed like the thugs they were.
“I’m guessing this is why he wants us gone,” Killian whispered, his words dripping with hate. “Competition.”
Kaz shook his head.
He wasn’t going to discuss it now, but something told him Killian was wrong. There was a different reason Dante wanted them out of New Freedom. He’d gotten the distinct notion that Dante knew what the Kings were really doing. What the Disciples had joined them in doing, and what he was planning for his own club to do. Which would be taking down assholes like the ones in this gang, Dante was making quite a lucrative deal with.
The Kings weren’t competition to Dante’s business. They could be theendof his business.
“My Pops didn’t say anything about this,” Kian muttered, gaze locked on Dante. “I don’t think they know.”
He was watching Dante return to his car, one of his men holding the back door open for him to slip into the backseat, when a shadow fell over him. He jerked, hand going to his gun before he realized it was Nicky. She arched a knowing brow at him and crouched down between him and Killian.
“They were discussing prices, but something was off. They didn’t say what the product was, but…” Nicky worried her bottom lip, the look in her eyes distant for a second. “Human trafficking would be my guess.”
“There’s no chance,” Kian hissed under his breath. He shook his head, gaze following Dante’s car as it drove off. “Marco’s a lot of things, but he would never get involved with human trafficking.”
Dante’s uncle, Marco Serrano, was the head of their family, and Kaz had to agree with Kian’s assessment, which only served to confuse him further. Marco was friendly with the Kings, and there was no way in hell they wouldn’t have put him in a grave if he’d been involved with something as despicable as human trafficking.
If Dante was truly involved, it had to be without his uncle’s say. If there was any truth to it, then he could use it to keepDante off their backs. He turned to Solo, who gave him a nod, telling him the man would do what he could to find out.
After the thugs departed, they slowly made their way to the road where their bikes were parked. The ride back was silent despite their headsets being linked up. They were all pissed and rightly so. The last thing they wanted was a human trafficking gang setting up shop in their backyard, and what they wanted even less than that was the gang being protected by the mob.
