ZAYNI parked outside Andy’s place and got out without even thinking about knocking. The text from Lucas was short and clear, I knew what my brother had done.Andy opened the door halfway, his face already bruised. “Zayn, wait, I can explain—”I shoved the door wider and stepped in. “Explain what? That you went to Clara’s house with a knife? That you scared her enough for Lucas to call me?”He stumbled back. “I didn’t go there with a knife! She came at me with the knife. I didn’t hurt her either. I was just—”“You were just what?” I closed the space between us and grabbed his shirt. “You know she means something to me, and you still showed up there.”“I went because of you. She wouldn’t even let me in until I said it was about you,” Andy said, his voice shaking. “I thought—”“You thought wrong,” I cut him off, punching him hard in the stomach. He doubled over with a groan, and I hit him again. “You don’t go near her. Ever. You hear me?”“She’s not your—”I punched him in the face, and
LUCASI had just stepped out of my SUV when I heard voices coming from inside her house. She probably had a visitor/visitors. But why were the voices so loud, still? I was close to her door when I caught the sound of her voice, sharp and urgent. Then something heavy clattered against metal.I rang the bell once, then again, harder. No answer. My hand went to the door handle. Locked. I stepped back, looked through the small side window, and saw movement in the kitchen. That’s when I saw it—her hands gripping the handle of a kitchen knife with… Andy? That was that motherfucker Andy holding the other side of the knife, both of them pulling against each other. I didn’t bother knocking again. I stepped back, put my boot to the door, and kicked hard. The wood groaned, but didn’t give. The second kick splintered the lock, and I was inside.I dashed for the kitchen, determined to sniff life out of the asshole once and for all.“Drop it!” I barked, moving toward them.Andy’s head whipped towa
CLARA"Is it weird that I feel so happy about him telling me about the whole Connie issue?" But Nora was not listening to me. She had stopped listening to me minutes ago, I had noticed but waited to be sure, like right now. I walked over to her on the bed and tapped her shoulder, causing her to jerk up with a start."Oh, um… you were saying something?""Nora, are you okay?" I queried and she shook her head. "Of course! Of course, yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired. I made… I made some sauce for you in the kitchen, I also made some snacks too—""Nora." I stopped her mid sentence. I watched her throat bob up and down, suspicion clawing at my chest. "I was in the kitchen when you made those. Why do you feel like you have to repeat the meals you made to me?""I don't… look, I really need to go. I'll see you some other time, okay?" She actually got up to her feet and started towards the door, breezing past me. I had my mouth open as she left, and even slammed the door closed behind her.Oh
LUCASIt was daybreak in no time, needless to say I had the best sleep in a while. Clara swirled around when she got to the front door, dressed and ready to leave with a soft smile on her face. Acting like she had not rubbed against my morning wood for the short while we lay together this morning. Big ups to my epic self control.Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, "Bye, have a great—"My hand came down on her waist, pulling her flush against me. Our lips collided, and her arms wrapped around my neck, kissing me with as much passion as I kissed her.We pulled away after a good while, and I instinctively tapped her soft backside, earning a mild glare."I hate you, bye." I laughed, calling after her retreating figure, "I love you, princess."After watching her drive off like a simp, I walked back to my room to take a quick bath and get ready for my meeting with Connie's—Daniel Williams.I met the man at a small diner just outside the city. I had picked the place because it was neut
LUCASShe should have said no. The last thing I wanted to do was 'just cuddle'. I was too fucked up in the head right now and I wanted nothing more then to sink my cock in her tight heat and take her until she was screaming bloody murder underneath me.I watched her silently through the mirror of my bedroom. Her cleavage mocked me openly and her creamy skin called to me in different languages to mark it in the ways I knew how. Her lashes fanned her face and her plump lips looked too damn juicy all of a sudden. She was sexy as fuck, especially in this small dress that left little to the imagination.I was hundred percent sure she had driven all the way here to be the very death of me."I swear, you look so fucking suspicious right now," Clara's voice was small as she looked at me through the mirror. "Hmm." I simply muttered, lowering my head to kiss the bare skin of her shoulder. She shivered, moving away from me slightly before raising her head to glare. I chuckled."I'm sorry." I st
CLARAI got to Lucas’s house a little before eight in the evening. He had called earlier, saying he needed to talk in person. His voice had been steady, but a bit tense still. When I pulled up to his house, his care were all in the driveway, and the lights inside were on.He opened the door before I even knocked. “Come in,” he said, stepping back. I followed him inside, setting my bag down near the couch when we got to the living room.“What’s going on?” I asked, sitting down while he stayed standing for a moment, his hands on his hips.He let out a slow breath before finally sitting across from me. “It’s about Connie,” he said, and his voice was quieter now. “I found out something. I… I had a private investigator look into Ivan’s wife.”I frowned. “Why?”“She was moving money around before she died,” he said. “I thought maybe she was just hiding it for herself, but it turns out she was putting it in another man’s account. I needed to know who he was.”“And?” I asked, feeling my stoma