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Miles kept his mouth shut but nodded. He took off toward the front door with a heavy heart. He wasn’t sure what he was walking into, except it could very well be the end of them. He was afraid to hold out hope that Kaz had changed his mind sometime during the last few hours, but hope had a way of burrowing inside. It would only make it hurt more.
Stepping outside, he ran his gaze across the motorcycles, checking for damage. He couldn’t see any, but it didn’t lessen his unease.
Kaz wasn’t on the first floor of the garage, so he took the stairs to the office. He hesitated in the doorway. Kaz was looking out the window, his arms crossed. The light was on, casting shadows over Kaz and making him look almost unreal. Like something from a dream. How many times had he dreamt of Kaz over the years? Too many to count. None of those dreams had included fighting over keeping secrets from each other.
Kaz turned his head, eyes lightening up the second they found Miles.
His heart skipped a beat.
Even with anger and fear swirling inside him, he still wanted Kaz. Hell, he wanted him desperately. Kaz’s eyes held such devotion and love. He always forgot that breathing wasn’t voluntary when Kaz looked at him like that.
Kaz took off toward him, and Miles straightened, determination filling him.
“You said we’d talk.”
Kaz’s steps faltered, his brows furrowing.
“You know I can’t tell you club business. It’s just how it is. Youknowthat.”
Miles shook his head. “So, you’re going to keep secrets. You’re going to lie to me. Again.”
Kaz’s flinch was barely noticeable.
“Miles,” Kaz said with a sigh, frustration bleeding into his voice. “Please, I don’t want to fight.”
Miles crossed his arms and leveled Kaz with a hard look.
Kaz ignored it and reached for the open cardboard box on the desk next to him. He pulled something black out of it and turned to Miles with a vulnerable expression on his face.
“This isn’t how I wanted to do this,” Kaz started, sending Miles’s pulse skyrocketing. Kaz smiled wryly at him. “I don’t want to keep secrets from you, Miles. I want you at my side. I want everyone to know you’re mine and I’m yours.”
Miles blinked at Kaz, confusion making his brain feel fuzzy. They all already knew. Kaz had made sure there was no doubt about it.
“What do you?”
Kaz smiled and handed him what turned out to be a piece of black leather.
“You’re mine, Sweetheart. You always have been. I’ve wanted to give you this since the first time you kissed me.”
Miles’s heartbeat sped up, his hands trembling as he realized what he was holding. It was a leather cut. He stared at it, at the words adorning the leather.Property of Kaz. A part of him wanted to accept it, to wear it with pride, knowing what it meant to Kaz. The other part?
He shoved the cut against Kaz’s chest, forcing him to grab it or let it fall to the floor.
“Fuck you,” he hissed, the heat of anger blazing through him. “You can’t even be honest with me, and you think I’ll be yours?”
Hurt flashed across Kaz’s face, and he wouldn’t be surprised if Kaz only just realized he’d been serious earlier when he said he might not be here when he got back.
“Miles…” Kaz’s voice was rough, and he cleared his throat, his eyes a gray storm of emotions. “I don’t?”
“Tell me the truth,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “Tell me or I’m leaving.”
There was a tick in Kaz’s jaw, though he remained completely still, staring hard at Miles.
He threw his hands up with a frustrated groan.
Of course, Kaz wasn’t going to talk.
He turned on his heels and took off. He needed to pack his shit and hope that the crack he felt in his chest didn’t mean that his heart was as completely shattered as he feared it might be. Kaz had broken it before. Violently.
