Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

Myrah

A thrill runs through me as I reread Knox’s last message from the wee hours of the morning. My body turning molten again even though I’ve spent half the day masturbating. I’ve been waiting for Knox’s call. But as the hours keep passing by, I’m worried he’s not going to call. God, I hope it’s just because he’s been tied up and not because he’s having second thoughts or regrets about what happened between us.

My phone starts ringing in my hand and my heart speeds up double time. But when I see Rowan’s name on the screen, it crashes down into my stomach.

“I’m sorry about last night,” she hesitantly says into my ear.

I’d forgotten all about the craziness that went down between her and her mom’s boyfriend. I’ve been solely focused on the craziness that went down between me and my stepbrother.

“What happened?” I ask, sitting up and pulling the blanket over my body. Not that she can see me, but I feel awkward talking to her while I’m butt-ass naked.

“Something that shouldn’t have.”

Oh my God. I think she slept with her mom’s boyfriend. I can’t help but smile at the thought. Her mom’s a total bitch and deserves to be stabbed in the back for once. Lord knows she’s tormented Rowan all her life.

“Why not? I think you should steal the guy away from the witch as payback for all the shit she’s done to you, then invite her to your wedding.” That would be fucking fantastic. I’d pay to watch that horrible monster see her daughter stealing her dreams away.

Rowan launches into her story, talking so fast I can barely keep up. My eyes growing wider with shock as she goes. All of a sudden, another call beeps in. I look at the screen and see that it’s Knox. Shoot. My friend needs me, but I don’t want to miss his call. Thankfully, I know she’ll understand.

“Rowan,” I interrupt. “Can I call you right back? Knox is calling.”

“Yes, of course! Just call me after.”

“I will.”

I click over and his sexy, dangerous face appears on the screen.

“Hey.” I smile, sounding breathless. The excitement is already taking over my body.

“You doing okay? You look mad.” His eyes are tensing around the edges. God, I love how intense he is now. Sweet Knox from growing up was my kind-hearted teddy bear who’d tell me to ignore the names kids would call me. But Raid…he looks like he would kill anyone who put a frown on my face.

“No.” I shake my head. I’m just shocked. “Rowan was just telling me what happened after I saw her last night. She’s kind of freaking out a little.”

“Tell me,” he says, settling back on his cot, leaning against his prison cell wall. I’d rather talk about what happened between us, but I’m not going to be the one to initiate that conversation.

“Rowan and I went to a friend’s party,” I start. “But not long after we got there a cop showed up.” Knox’s jaw clenches, the anger already constricting his features. “He’d gotten a noise complaint. But come to think of it, the music wasn’t even that loud.” And it’s not like the people were being rowdy or acting like drunken fools. It was low-key.

“Anyway,”—I shake the thought—“it turned out that the officer who arrived is the guy who’s dating Rowan’s mom. And he was pissed because he thought Rowan had been drinking.”

Knox’s eyes narrow in. “You better not have been drinking, sis,” he scolds in that harsh tone that used to make my eyes roll, but now sizzles through me. He’s always been overprotective, worried that I’ll get slipped a roofie and that some jerk will take advantage of me. I’ve never taken a drink that wasn’t physically opened in front of me. But last night, I hadn’t even been drinking.

“I wasn’t drinking, Knox. Not a single sip.”

“Good.” He nods. “Keep going.”

“Yeah, so Rowan told him to give her a breathalyzer test, but instead of taking out the little machine, he kissed her.”

“The fuck?” Knox sits up, looking like he’s about to come through my phone. “Dirty cop did fucking what?”

“No.” I shake my head. “He’s not a bad guy. And Rowan wanted him to kiss her. She practically climbed up his body.”

“Not a bad guy?” He grits through his teeth. “He’s dating her fucking mom, Myr, and trying to get a young piece of ass on the side. Sounds just like the shit the fuckers that arrested my ass would do.”

“I don’t know, Knox.” I shrug. “I can just tell he’s decent. When he saw Zig, he….”

“Zig was there?” His harsh question snaps through the phone, cutting me off. He looks pissed. Fuming mad. Maybe I should’ve left that detail out. But I’ve never kept anything from Knox and I’m not going to start now.