Page 71 of Dirty Love

I click my tongue at him and let him suffer for another minute or twelve, then I lift my arm up and smash my pipe into his temple. Repeatedly. Again and again until my muscles start to ache. My nephew’s voice fills my left ear and I roll my eyes at the demanding bastard, dropping the steel to the floor to prop my free hand on my waist.

“It’s done,” I tell them into the phone, breathing hard because fuck me, killing someone burns a lot more calories than I thought it would. “You’re welcome.”

EPILOGUE

KADE

Twenty three years old…

“This is some bullshit,” Nicky mutters, running his bratty little mouth all the way out to the street.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m holding your hand, Kade,” he informs me, half flicking his cup towards the busy coffee shop we just left. “I’m wearing your goddamn t-shirt and that bitch was just eye fucking you right in front of me.”

“What bitch?”

His eyes narrow and I roll my lips together, snatching his wrist when he moves like he’s about to walk away from me.

“Hey—”

“Do you still like girls?” he blurts out, his cheeks heating as I back him up into the wall of the bar we moved into three months ago.

“I like you.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

I smirk a little bit and drag the huge t-shirt up to his waist, still holding my coffee while I run my fingers over his navel. “No, baby, I don’t like girls,” I admit, leaning over him to catch his bottom lip between my teeth. “I like your mouth. Your body. Your tight little hole…” I taunt, moving my hand around to his ass to pull his hips up to mine. “You gonna give it to me?”

He nods and I kiss him, enjoying the way he still shivers for me despite the fact it’s hot as shit out here. The sun is just starting to set and the streets are bursting with people, the white noise of their voices filling my ears as they pass us on the sidewalk behind me. They’re probably staring at the way we’re all but dry fucking against this brick wall, but I don’t stop touching him, passing him my cup to free my other hand, taking his face to run my thumbs over the black makeup beneath his eyes.

Jasper was right about him.

It’s been five years, and even though he’s not any bigger than he was back in high school, he’s so much fucking hotter.

It’s infuriating.

Just as I think it, his attention wanders to something over my shoulder and I follow his line of sight, locking my jaw when I catch the young blond guy watching me and my brother. He sees me looking and quickly looks away, his shoulders bunching up to his ears as he pretends to search for something on his passenger seat.

“Kade…” Nicky says, and I shake my head, already knowing what he’s thinking without having to ask.

“I already told you no.”

“Dude, he’s homeless.”

“He doesn’t look homeless to me,” I argue, not missing his pretty boy haircut or his designer clothes or the fifty thousand dollar Audi he’s sitting in.

“He’s been sleeping in that car for three days, Kade,” Nicky argues back, pulling me down by my neck to stick his pouty bottom lip out. “Please, just talk to him.”

I let out a sound crossed between a sigh and a growl, glaring at him for a solid minute before I move to do as he asked. “You and your fucking strays.”

He grins at the mention of his ugly ass cat and I knock on the roof of the Audi. The kid jumps so hard he almost smacks his head on the rear-view, opening and closing his mouth a couple times as he rolls the window down.

“I…”

“Come inside,” I tell him, tilting my head at the bar before I guide Nicky through the main doors.

I don’t know if he’ll follow or not considering he looks terrified I’m about to kick his ass, but if he doesn’t man up and come in here, I’m not fucking chasing him.

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