Page 24 of On The Edge
And not one person watching us tried to help.
“How long amI going to be cuffed to you, Kai?” I ask rudely, being jostled around in the middle of the dark SUV.
Neither Kai or Reis has mentioned my sudden lack of fishnets, but I have caught them checking out my bare legs two or three times each. They must be too occupied fuckingkidnapping meto see the difference.
I don’t know where they’re taking me and to be honest, I just have to surrender to it. I’m not getting away from them anytime soon, especially not when I’m cuffed to Kai. I don’t think they’ll hurt me, but seven years of apparent growing anger can definitely change a person.
“Until I know you’re not going to run away from me, Sync.” He shrugs, looking out the window and spreading his fingers over my knee.
I grind my teeth, and turn away from him as much as I can.
I didn’t fucking run away,you did.Why do you keep fucking saying that?I so badly want to scream at them, but keep my mouth shut.
“Sync?” I ask instead, looking at him with annoyance.
“Sync.” Kai nods. “It’s your new nickname. Short for syncopation.”
“Syncopation?”
“Syncopation. Is there an echo in here?” Kai smirks, flashing a dark smile at Reis.
I snarl. I just really do not have the mental energy to deal with Kai and his shit today.
“I’m giving you one more chance, crazy boy.” I hold up one finger and growl at him. “One. If you don’t think I’ll strangle you with these handcuffs, you’re dead wrong.”
“Kinky.” Kai smirks, leaning into my space with a dark look in his eyes. “But fine,” he sits back and runs his free hand through his hair. “Do you understand music theory?”
My eyes close slowly, dramatically, and I keep them closed while I give him a deep breath that tells him I’m running out of patience.
“Fucking get to it.”
“Fine!” Kai laughs, “So fucking feisty when you’re pissed off. Syncopation is where in a song the beat doesn’t hit where you think it should. It makes the weak beats strong. If done right, it can bring the whole fucking song together, it can make everyone focus and make your chest flutter with how…special it is.”
“And you think that can apply to me?” I raise an eyebrow with a knowing look and cross my arms, the handcuffs pulling at my wrist painfully.
Not that I’d let him know.
“I think it applies to you perfectly.” Kai drops that piece of information like it’s nothing, and turns forward, effectively dismissing me from the conversation.
“How far until we’re there?” I grumble.
“Fifteen minutes,” Reis snaps, throwing the words over his shoulder. They have a fancy-pants driver, but Reis is acting like he rules the freaking roost. “Type what you need from your house into this,” Reis says, handing me his cell.
“Or you guys could just drop me off and let me pack a bag. Or better yet, let me go and move on with your lives.”
“We aren’t letting you out of our sight, Melody. Not yet at least.” Kai smiles sinisterly, his white teeth slightly glowing in the limited light.
“It’s okay,” Adam whispers to me, trying to keep me from freaking out. He rests his hand on my upper thigh, his warm hand bringing me some kind of comfort. Markus leans forward from the third row and kisses the back of my neck, still exposed from when I put my hair up.
“Why the fuck are you two touching her like that?” Reis snaps, and I see his eyes glaring at me from the rearview mirror.
“It’s none of your business,” I snap right back. “What happened to the nice Reis that I met backstage, huh? We go to a club and you turn into Mr. Hyde?”
“Don’t anger it,” Adam whispers in my ear and the whole car falls silent as the tension thickens.
Instead of answering me, Reis averts his eyes and stares out the window. Like a coward.
And I scoff.
