Page 76 of Kylo
What the hell was going on?
“I, uh, don’t know what—” I started to deny. That was the agreement I’d made with Marco. I told no one. And then nothing happened to my grandmother.
“Babe, don’t,” Huck cut me off. “We have more than a little proof.”
“How—” I started. But it was just then that my gaze moved back toward Kylo.
That was it.
Why he was being weird, why he was tense, why he wasn’t looking at me.
It was him.
All along he’d been playing me.
He wasn’t justreally into plants.And he definitely hadn’t beenjust passing bywhen he found Ernest and brought him back to me.
He’d been spying on me, watching me, stalking me.
As if sensing the intensity of my gaze, Kylo’s head lifted.
I saw it all there. The guilt, regret, the apology.
But none of that was good enough.
Because not only had he been working me, but he’d made me trust him, like him. He’dslept withme. All the while knowing he and his friends were going to confront me.
He held my gaze, accepting all the betrayal, hurt, and anger my eyes had to be tossing in his direction.
My body tried to process all the sensations at once, each thought and feeling knocking into one another until it was impossible to tell one from the other.
All it came down to, though, was betrayal.
I’d trusted him.
He’d used that.
He’dmisusedthat.
My jaw went to granite as my gaze cut away.
I looked at Velle instead.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“We’re… a club.”
Club.
Wasn’t that what Kylo had called this place? His clubhouse. But what kind of club involved a bunch of men who rode… oh.
Oh.
They were a biker club.
I wouldn’t claim to know a whole heck of a lot about biker clubs. But I’d seen a documentary or two about some of the outlaw biker clubs that dealt in drugs, prostitution, enforcement, and extortion.
That wasn’t what this so-called ‘club’ was into, though.
