Page 22 of Kaz
Nicky and Kian headed off, each to their own homes, while the rest of them went back to the clubhouse. Kian had a rowhouse not too far from the clubhouse he’d purchased even before the sale went through on the clubhouse. Nicky and Ciara had found an apartment in the middle of downtown, close to both their new workplaces. Those three, along with the other couple and Maddox, were the only Kings who didn’t live at the clubhouse, which meant it was pretty crowded. Not that he really minded. He figured it meant they were happy to be there. To be a part of this. Of the New Freedom Chapter and his vision for the club.
They pulled up in front of the clubhouse, and something loosened in his chest when he saw Miles on the front porch, pointing at the schematics on the wall, the people around him listening intently. He knew they were lucky to have someone with Miles’s experience in charge of the renovation, but he couldn’t help wishing Miles hadn’t seen the place or the club in such disarray.
He watched Miles for a moment longer, until Solo and Killian walked across the parking lot to join the others. Miles’s head snapped up, his mouth moving for a moment before his gaze found Kaz. All he heard was the thud of his heart as they stared at each other, the gold in Miles’s eyes shining in the light from the sunset.
The spell was broken when someone stepped in front of Miles, and he pushed down the feeling in his gut, that disappointment in not having those eyes on him anymore.
He pulled his helmet off and went to dismount his bike when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out and nearly groaned when he saw Kian’s name on his screen.
“This better be important,” he grumbled as he picked up.
“It is. Meet me at my place. Now.”
Kian hung up before he could demand answers.
With a soft curse, he sent a text off to Wilder and then tugged his helmet back on. Kian’s house wasn’t far from the clubhouse, and the traffic was light, so he made it in less than ten minutes.
The second he parked in front of the two-story beige rowhouse, he knew something was wrong. There were entirely too many black cars parked on the street. He walked right inside anyway. Even if Kian was an idiot whose ass he wanted to thoroughly kick, he was still a King.
The front door being unlocked was to be expected. Kian had a bad habit of forgetting to lock doors and turn off engines. It didn’t ease his nerves one bit, though.
As he headed through the living room, he heard muffled talking or screaming coming from the dining room. It was hard to tell.
He wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Dante standing in front of the dining table, his jaw ticking with barely restrained anger. The muffled screaming came from Kian. He was sitting in a chair, his hands tied behind the back of it, and there was duct tape across his mouth. Several pieces. His long blond hair was loose, hanging around his face, pieces of it caught in the tape.
Kian didn’t look at Kaz, glaring instead at Dante while he kept yelling. Was he trying to scold a fucking mobster? He wouldn’t be surprised. Kian and his big mouth.
“Is that really necessary?”
Dante crossed his arms and glared at Kian for a second longer before meeting Kaz’s gaze.
“He talks too much.”
Kaz grunted in agreement and ignored Kian’s outraged look.
“I don’t appreciate you snooping around my business,” Dante said, his tone light as if he was merely discussing the weather, but there was a dark look in his eyes that had chills running down Kaz’s arms and up his back.
“You didn’t give us much choice.”
“Didn’t I?”
Kaz was vividly aware that he was playing a dangerous game with an even more dangerous man. Something about the way Dante looked at him told him it wasn’t Kian’s life on the line, but his own.
“I believe I gave you a week,” Dante said.
“We’re not leaving.”
Dark eyes stared into his, calculating. There was something entirely too eerie about the man’s colorless eyes. There was a promise of violence in those eyes, and he knew he was standing in front of a fucking predator.
“I don’t for one second believe you can keep a low profile,” Dante said and gestured toward Kian. “This one sure as fuck can’t.”
Muffled screaming had Kaz leveling Kian with a glare. Did it stop the dumbass? No. Kian was only looking at Dante, and though Kaz couldn’t understand a word of what he said, the meaning was quite clear; he was cursing Dante all to hell.
“I don’t want a problem with the Kings,” Dante said, and Kaz opened his mouth to reply that they didn’t want trouble either, but Dante cut him off. “But hear me when I say that if you get in my way, if you insert yourselves, Iwillconsider you an enemy, and my enemies do not remain alive for long.”
He gave Dante a nod even as he was grinding his teeth.
“Don’t forget it,” Dante said.
