Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,14

it’s the only place I know.”

“I like you Ivy, you are a good fucking liar,” she says, laughing.

I laugh with her and take a bite of my turkey sandwich. “Thanks.”

“Tell me about him,” she says.

“Not much to tell. We would never have worked,” I say, lifting my shoulders.

She tilts her head, grinning with her plump pink lips. “Why?”

Why? Because he’s part of a mc that scares that shit out of me. Because he may have killed people. Because he could be shot and killed at any moment. Because he could never love me and I’m not sure if it’s because of his ex or because he’s just that cold and callous. I can’t say any of that to her, she’d never understand.

So instead I say, “He wanted one thing and I wanted another.”

“He didn’t want to commit?” She keeps pushing and I’m starting to get annoyed.

“Mia, he wasn’t a good guy. It’s better this way, please leave it at that.”

It saddens me to say it and I’m not entirely sure if I believe it or not. I think Kace has some redeeming qualities, but I’m not sure he believes that. He’ll just keep going the way he has and that’s fine but not anything I want to be a part of.

“Sorry Ivy. I wasn’t trying to pry, just trying to get to know you better. I understand, I’ve been in shitty relationships too. I think you need some serious girl time. I’ll tell Rob tomorrow is girls only. I’ll invite some of my other friends and we’ll make a whole day of it. What do you say?”

She has pity in her eyes and I fucking hate it. I’m not broken or running from someone dangerous. I’m not Harper. I push my sandwich aside as my stomach turns again. Maybe I’m coming down with something. I’ve been feeling like crap lately.

“I think we should get back, I’m not feeling so great,” I say standing up and holding onto the table as my head spins.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, throwing her food away and grabbing Debra’s sandwich for me.

As she asks it, I run to the closest garbage can and everything I’ve ever eaten comes up. It’s disgusting and seems to be never ending. Mia at some point grabs my hair and when I’m done, she hands me a napkin.

“Thanks,” I croak out.

“Are you alright?”

I lean against the cool brick wall and hang my head. “I don’t know. I’ve been feeling crappy lately, I guess I caught a virus.”

“How long have you been feeling shitty for?”

I think about it and peek up at her. “I don’t know, maybe two weeks.”

“Could you be pregnant?” she whispers.

I snap my head up and panic wraps around me. Holy fuck, when was my last period?

Chapter 3

Kace

My eyes crack open and my head is assaulted by the light coming in my window. I groan and grab a pillow, holding it over my face. Last night is a blur, but I know I drank, and I drank a lot. I don’t even know how the fuck I got home. I pull the pillow off my face and force myself to man up. I go into the bathroom and grab some ibuprofen out of the cabinet, washing it down by drinking water from the faucet. I take a quick shower, hoping it will help my pounding head, but it doesn’t do much. I get dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, running my hand through my brown hair and head downstairs.

I stop short when I see Zane and Riley sleeping in the living room. Zane is on the couch, still wearing what he had on yesterday, while Riley is on the chair with a blanket wrapped around him. What the fuck? I go into the kitchen and get the coffee going. Once that’s done, I stand in the living room, crossing my muscular arms, and clear my throat. Zane immediately opens his blue eyes, sitting up.

He scrubs his face, yawning. “Well you didn’t die so that’s something,” he croaks out.

“What?” I ask, biting on my lip ring.

“Brother, you drank so much last night that Harper was freaking out telling me to take you to the hospital. What the fuck was that about?” he asks, standing up and stretching.

I think back to the BBQ, but I honestly have no idea why I would drink like that. Maybe it was because I was trying to drown out Zane and Harper dry humping in front of me. Maybe it was because Riley wouldn’t