Hidden Chaos (The Chaos #3)- Keta Kendric Page 0,4
hearing it, I ditched my dream theory.
Reality poured over me like a bucket of ice water. I could feel the truck’s tires, heavy and powerful underneath me. The wind beat at the rolled-up windows, trying to force its way inside. All the reality engulfing me, and I still refused to let go of the lies I kept feeding myself about this supposed dream I was trapped in.
I peeled my eyes open, lifting one lid at a time. Khane’s darkly-shrouded features filled my vision. I lifted my hand in the universal sign of “I don’t know shit,” when I grasped that the nightmare I was trapped in was real and reality had made me its bitch again. Desiree was right beside me, clinging to my other hand.
You better answer that crazy-ass man before you end up like the five people he just pumped so full of holes that a cook can use them as a strainer to drain spaghetti, my good sense advised me, kicking in when I needed it most. Play dumb, Patrena, it added for good measure.
Not only did I have to play dumb, but I had to play my role as a helpless victim well enough that the hellion in the front seat wouldn’t discover that I was a whole lot more dangerous than I looked.
Was I scared? Fuck yes! But, I had been taught to never cower in the face of danger. However, in this case, letting Khane handle this business was vital because I didn’t know who the hell we were fighting or why.
“I haven’t seen a thing. My head’s been down the whole time. I left the spa, went home, and realized, oh damn, I left my purse,” I finally replied, glaring at the tip of his pistol. The metal had broken through the darkness inside the truck to cast a deadly gleam my eyes chased along the nickel-plated barrel.
Khane’s unblinking gaze caught mine and trapped it while he was no doubt, deciding my future. The man was so scary that it took everything in me not to lose control and give in to my urge to curl up in a tight ball and hide my face from him. However, I’d learned to hide what I felt and met his deathly glare with as much stoic intensity as I could muster.
“Okay,” he blessedly said, finally putting an end to the deathly stare-off, so my straining lungs could release the damn breath of hope I was holding. How the hell had Desiree slipped and fallen in love with him? The level of deadly intensity he possessed could suffocate an army of death soldiers.
“We’ll regroup at the safe house for a little while. A spa representative has secured your purses and clothing. Ms. Davis, I’ll make sure you get back home safely and that you receive your belongings by morning.”
If there was one thing I was becoming abundantly clear of, it was that Khane and his people were connected. In fact, they were so well connected that he hadn’t given a second thought to leaving five over-killed bodies in the spa as well as opening fire and shooting on a public highway. Now, here I was on the back seat of his truck that he had driven into the back of a semi, praying his scary ass wouldn’t kill me.
Moments later, Khane helped Des and me from the back seat before standing us against the cold metal wall of the semi truck’s trailer. He took up a defensive stance in front of us, using his body to shield us from what was on the other side of the door.
He had taken the same stance inside the spa and used his body as a shield of protection. The action was one of the reasons why he had gained my respect despite his dark disposition.
The roll-up door on the semi truck’s trailer began to rise. The sound of the screeching metal had me holding the deep breath I had taken. The bright glow of the sun breaking through a thick stand of trees poked at my vision. Focusing, my gaze roamed and locked on the dark shadows of mountains eating away the intense shine of the sun.
The sluggish rise of the door and not knowing what was waiting on the other side had gripped my nerves and tugged hard. My gaze dropped and locked on the two men who stood waiting.
Was extreme intensity a prerequisite to be associated with the Vallins? The men, one a sandy blond with shoulder-length