Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,51

I’d like to know everything.”

He runs his hands through his hair as he nods. “We know a little. I know you’ve never really been in love and I know where to touch you to make you scream my name.” He lifts an eyebrow, giving me a lopsided grin. “What else is there?”

I rest my hands on his massive chest and bite my lip. “I don’t know anything about your family.”

I feel him go rigid under my hands and his playful eyes harden. “Nothing to tell, both my parents are dead.”

“I know that pain, I’m so sorry,” I say, truly meaning it. I had a feeling they both died but now I wonder how much of that was due to the club. I don’t know if his father was a member, but I’m guessing he was.

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

He still has his arms around me, but they aren’t as tight as they were, and I miss the protective feeling it gives me. But being the person I am, I can’t let it go. “Are you an only child or do you have siblings?”

This causes him to give me that sexy lopsided grin of his. “I’m an only child. What about you?”

“Same. I always wanted a sister though. Do you mind me asking what happened to your parents?” I ask.

He kisses my lips quickly and pulls away, giving me his back as he collects his belongings off the counter. “That’s a story for another time. Come on, we need to head to Souls before it gets any later.”

My curiosity is now peaked. It must be very painful for him to talk about. He did tell me he has trust issues because everyone always leaves him. Maybe it started from losing his parents. I bite my lip as I look at the muscles flexing in his back as he moves around. It’s a turn on but not what is causing me to bite my lip. The honesty I’m about to spill does. I can’t expect him to talk to me about things if I’m not, so I’ll start the conversation.

I clear my throat, causing him to turn around. “My parents died in a car accident. It was quick and they both died at the scene. I was seventeen and it fucked me up. I went through some bad periods after that.”

He takes one step closer and crosses his art filled arms. “What kind of bad periods?” His face is serious, his lips in a thin line, and his eyes are hard. He’s expecting exactly what I’m going to say.

I swallow a few times since my throat is suddenly dry as the desert. “Sleeping around a lot. Staying in shitty relationships. Shit like that,” I say.

His eyes roam over my entire body and it ignites a flame that I will need him to put out. When his eyes crash into mine, I can see the concern in them. “Why were the relationships shitty?”

I close my eyes briefly trying to decide what to tell him. “When we talk about your parents, we’ll talk about that.”

I’m proud of myself for the quick thinking. He won’t like it, but I’ll give when he gives. This can’t be a one-way street. I know from experience that never works.

He tilts his head slightly and nods. “They killed themselves, you’re turn.”

My eyes widen as I take in his words. That is not what I expected at all. I have even more questions now, but I’ll take that for now.

“The relationships were mentally abusive, sometimes physical. A lot of fighting, anger, and giving too much of myself without getting anything in return,” I admit, glancing down to the dirty floor. I don’t like talking about it. I’d rather just move on and let that be in the past.

“I want names,” Kace growls.

I snap my head up to look at him and he looks enraged. It’s sweet but makes me want to laugh. I bite my lip hard as I step closer to him. “Why? What are you going to do with their names?”

“Kill them,” he says with complete seriousness.

I can’t hold back the laugh this time. I start laughing hysterically, I can’t help it. I shake my head as I talk around my laughter. “You can’t kill everyone who’s ever mistreated me, Kace. You’ll be killing a lot of people. It’s sweet and kinda fucked up, but not worth it.”

“I don’t think it’s funny that a man has had his hands on you in any way that can hurt you.