Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,15

shut the fuck up about Gillian. Maybe it was because I ignored Brittany’s calls and texts. All I remember is wanting to forget for a while, which obviously worked.

I run my hand through my wet hair and grab my neck. “I have no fucking idea. Guess I just wanted to get lost for a while.”

“Maybe you need to figure out why,” he says, lifting an eyebrow.

“Maybe you should stop acting like a chick all the time and just let me get fucked up without needing some deeper meaning,” I growl.

He laughs and kicks Riley. “Sleeping beauty, get the fuck up.” He walks to the kitchen and I follow, knowing that’s what he wants. He pours us each a cup of coffee and I graciously take it from him. “You don’t think it had anything to do with Ivy calling?”

“What the fuck? Absolutely not. She went her way and I went mine. No feelings were hurt on either side of that deal, brother,” I say.

I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought of her a time or two, but I know she’s off doing better things. She wasn’t meant to be an old lady and she sure as fuck wasn’t meant to be just a fuck buddy. I’m good with that and she was good with it too. I lean against the counter, thankful my head is starting to feel a little better, waiting on him to say something else. I know him so fucking well, I know this isn’t the end of him acting like some chick.

“Just a coincidence, huh?” he asks, sipping his coffee.

I sigh and put my mug down, grabbing my cigarettes. “Z, I don’t know what the fuck you want me to say. There’s no part of me that longs for Ivy and I can guarantee you that she feels the same. Getting trashed last night held no deeper meaning. Let it go.”

He nods, his lips pressed thin. “We need to be around the table in a half hour. You good to get yourself there?”

“Of course,” I say, blowing smoke toward the ceiling.

He gets up and pulls Riley off the chair. “We need to be around the table, wake the fuck up.”

“Fuck, Z.” He growls, pushing him away. “I need five more minutes; I need to finish this threesome.”

I chuckle from the kitchen as Riley drops back onto the chair. Zane looks at me and I lift my large shoulders. He shakes his head and leans down grabbing the bottom of the chair, tipping it back. “I know your dreams are the only place you’ll ever have a threesome, but we need to get the fuck out of here.”

Riley laughs as he jumps off the chair before it falls back. “I’m not the one who gave his dick to one chick forever, Z. Don’t be jealous I can stick mine in anyone I want still,” he says, thrusting his hips toward Zane.

I laugh finishing off my coffee. “You’re lucky to have one chick on your dick,” I say.

He looks at me and slowly smiles. He wiggles his eyebrows, crossing his arms. “That one chick is better than two. You’re both just jealous.”

Zane and I laugh as we get our boots one. “Yeah that’s what it is Riley. Your sex life keeps us up at night,” Zane says.

“It should,” he mumbles, tying his black boots.

“Any idea why we need to be around the table?” I ask Z, ignoring Riley. I could give a shit about his sex life and even more so with Gillian.

He runs his hand through his hair, his blue eyes looking between me and Riley. “No, but I’m guessing it has to do with the Raging Devils.”

“Fuck,” I whisper. I had a feeling that was it but was hoping it was something else.

“Those pricks are going to start another fucking war,” Riley comments.

I don’t say anything, but I nod my head agreeing. That’s exactly what’s going to happen, and we need to figure out how the fuck to stop it. They’ll do whatever is necessary to get what they want and that means they will kidnap, torture, and kill innocents. My skin burns just thinking about it. We can’t let them take it that far.

“Let’s go and see what Brooks and Enzo say,” Z says, grabbing his cut and slipping it over his white T-shirt. I do the same and we all walk out the door. “Kace, I’m not fucking babysitting you the next time you get trashed for no reason. Sleeping on your