Defining Darkness - K E Osborn Page 0,91

earlobe, drawing it into my mouth with my teeth. “I promise, baby, I’m only just getting started with you,” I whisper against her ear.

“Get a room,” Void calls out, walking past us into the kitchen.

Eva giggles as I pull back, rearranging my dick in my jeans. “Tonight, you and me, we’re finishing this.”

Eva leans in, sliding her tongue along my bottom lip, then pulls it between her teeth.

Fuck.

I let out a groan as she turns, her plump ass sashaying as she walks away, making my cock rock- fucking-hard.

“You bet we are,” she calls out.

I rub the back of my neck. How the hell did I get so damn lucky?

Turning, I head into the kitchen. Void’s staring into the refrigerator like some sort of lost soul. That, in itself, is strange—he usually gets one of the club girls to fetch his food. He hasn’t been himself for months ever since I found him in his room with a bottle in hand.

It’s time to check in.

“Void… you wanna tell me what’s so fucking interesting in the fridge?”

He closes it so hard the whole unit rocks, then he turns facing me with his arms folded over his chest with a scowl. “Why the fuck is Dash helping Ivy downstairs? I thought he was learning to be a mechanic, not a fucking magical weed horticulturalist.”

I hold in a laugh. “You done?”

He scowls at me. “Am I done? No, I am not fucking done! I don’t understand why she’s always fucking laughing at his lame attempts at humor. He’s a fucking kid.”

“Mm-hmm… anything else?”

Void throws his hands in the air. “As a matter of fact, yes. Dash is trouble. We need to kick him out. He doesn’t deserve a patch. I won’t vote yes at the table, so he may as well leave now.”

I shake my head. “Okay, you’re done! Dash is due his patch. I get the table has to be unanimous, but the kid has earned it. He took a fucking bullet for Sage when he was with her at the safe house. Kid’s got balls. We need brothers like him.”

Void starts pacing. “Don’t care.”

“This isn’t about Dash at all, is it?” I smirk.

He stalls, glaring at me. “The fuck it isn’t—”

“Then what’s your fucking reasoning? All I can see here is jealousy.” He scoffs, moving back to his rapid pacing. “You can’t deny the man a patch because he’s spending time with Ivy.”

“I don’t have to stand here listening to this bullshit from you, of all people.” He turns to storm off.

I grab his cut, forcing him back to the refrigerator, my eyes meeting his dead-on. “Don’t talk to me like that. Remember who your president is.” I shove him forcefully as he exhales, then runs a hand through his hair. “Void, it’s time to pull your fucking head out of your ass. I get you have issues. Hell, me, of all people, understands that shit, but, brother… if you like Ivy, then you need to stop avoiding her. Spend some damn time with her. You were in a better place when you did.”

His face scrunches. “She’s too pure. She’s a fucking virgin, Nycto.”

“Yeah, she is, but she’s also strong, sassy, and so full of fucking fight and fire. She handles anything thrown at her. Fuck, brother, she’s helping us grow weed. The woman lives in an underground bunker with a room full of dead, decaying bodies next to her knowing and willingly…. including Andrés’ rotting corpse, who she bricked behind a wall without batting a damn eyelid. She’s not pure and virtuous… you’re making her that way in your head.”

“What if I’m too late? What if the kid’s made his move?”

“There’s only one way to find out, you fucking idiot.”

Indecision crosses Void’s face, but then I see that change when he heads for the exit. He’s been needing to do this for a long time. No doubt Void and Ivy have a connection. They’ve had one since Eva and I found ours. The only problem, Void’s fighting that connection hard. Sure, Ivy’s a little more complicated than Eva, but maybe Void is even more troubled than me.

With some careful planning on my behalf, by inserting Dash into the equation, I’ve gotten Void to recognize what he could be missing out on.

I realize Void and Ivy could be great together, but they need to see their potential like the rest of us do.

As he walks past me, I slap him on the shoulder. “Go get your girl, brother.”

“Gonna try. It’s time for