All Chapters of Kiss The Devil Rider: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Milo’s PovThe neon sign of the bar blinked a tired, red light through the dirty window. Inside, the place smelled like old beer, stale smoke, and bad decisions. I did not care. I just wanted a drink.My head pounded from staring at a computer screen for ten hours straight. Being a graphic designer sounded easy to people, but when a client changes their mind about a logo five times in one day, your brain feels like mush. I needed to get out of my small apartment. I needed noise that was not my own thoughts.I sat down on a sticky barstool and ordered a cold beer. The bartender shoved a glass toward me without looking at my face. I took a big sip and let out a long breath. My life was supposed to be quiet. My mom always told me to keep my head down, do my art, and stay away from trouble. Especially the kind of trouble attached to my last name ever since my dad died. I did not know much about what happened to him, only that he got mixed up with bad people and paid the price. I wanted

Kade’s PovThe hardest part of any job is staying focused when your mind is screaming at you to do something completely stupid.Standing in the middle of Milo Hayes’s small, bright living room, I stared at the back of his head and cursed myself for being an idiot. I should have known better. When Adrian called the club asking for protection, I volunteered because I wanted to make sure the job was done right. I did not expect the target to be the same sweet-eyed graphic designer who had completely wrecked my common sense in a smoky bar the night before.The second I walked through that front door and saw him standing there in his loose sweatpants and oversized t-shirt, my heart had hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I recognized every single thing about him: the way his dark curls fell messily over his forehead, the way his shoulders tensed when he got mad, and the exact shade of brown in his eyes that made me want to forget every rule I lived by.But I couldn't. As the vi

Kade’s PovThe folded note and the photograph burning a hole in my hand told me everything I needed to know: someone was playing a very sick, very dangerous game, and they were getting way too close.I looked down at Milo. His face was pale, his wide brown eyes staring at the creepy picture of himself with absolute terror. He was shaking, wrapping his arms around his chest like he was freezing cold. Seeing him like that made something dark and protective flare up deep inside my chest. I wanted to hunt down whoever took that photo and make them regret the day they learned how to hold a camera."Get away from the door, Milo," I said, my voice dropping into a harsh, commanding tone."They were right here," Milo whispered, his voice trembling as he backed slowly into the living room. "How did they get up here without us hearing them? This building has a locked front door!""Professionals," I muttered, slamming the apartment door shut and throwing every single deadbolt and lock into place