if I’d been even semi-conscious,” Saint snipped in irritation.
Kyan reached into his blazer pocket and placed down the phone on the table, spinning it around next to his empty plate.
Saint looked over at it with the fires of hell blazing in his eyes. But when he spoke, he was deathly calm. And that was somehow more frightening. “If that is what I think it is, Kyan Roscoe, I will take my knife, castrate you and burn your balls in the fireplace.”
“I’m kinda attached to my balls, bro, how about you take a finger instead?” Kyan offered with a chuckle, sliding the phone down the table to Saint.
Saint’s hand slammed down on it, his knuckles turning white around it. “Why did you keep this from me?” he hissed like a freaking snake.
Kyan shrugged one shoulder. “I forgot about it.”
Saint stood from his chair, practically spitting venom. “You forgot? Forgot the one item which could have saved me hours and hours of research into the most minor of details?”
“Yep.” Kyan nodded. “Oh, I popped the SIM card out in case there’s a tracker on it, but my bet is that’s a burner. If not, I know some software you can install which-”
“I know how to block a tracker you infuriating, bushwhacking peasant of a fucking hick,” Saint snapped, rising from his seat and snatching up his knife as if he was about to see through on his threat and Kyan laughed his head off, placing his hand down on the table.
“You can take my pinky,” Kyan offered. “But are you sure you want it? Don’t forget how how good it feels up your ass, baby. That’s a lifetime of pleasure you’ll be denying yourself.”
Saint growled like an animal. “You won’t be laughing when I do it and take your balls too while you’re crying like a baby on the floor.”
“Saint,” I gasped. “Calm down.”
“I’ll be calm when pieces have been severed from his body,” Saint hissed, striding towards all two hundred pounds of Kyan even with a broken arm, fractured ribs and a freaking gunshot wound, but apparently none of those things were enough to deter him. Kyan leaned back in his seat, raising his pinky finger in offering and grinning tauntingly as Saint came at him.
Blake got up, casually stepping between them and snatching the knife from Saint’s grip. Saint got up in his face, his teeth bared, his shoulders shaking.
“You have the phone now, dude, so go do your mumbo jumbo to it so we can find out what’s on it,” Blake said firmly, the voice of reason. Why was that so hot?
“Blake’s right,” I agreed quickly. “If he was sent by someone, then surely his phone will link us to them,” I added hopefully, praying there really was a lead on there. There just had to be. Maybe this was why Saint was so obsessed with his investigations; it was a distraction. And with his current state, he needed one of those almost as keenly as I did.
Saint met my gaze and I sucked my lip, hopeful that he might drop his dismembering threats on Kyan in favour of this. His shoulders slumped and he sighed, heading away towards his room.
“I will disable any tracking software,” he muttered, his posture still rigid as he walked upstairs.
Kyan snorted a laugh and I tossed a piece of apple at him from my bowl of fruit and yoghurt. It slapped against his cheek, leaving a white patch of yoghurt by his lips which he licked away before tossing the piece of apple into his mouth too. “Thanks, baby,” he mocked. “C’mere. I want a kiss.”
Blake frowned, looking at him for the joke. “The closest I’ve ever seen you get to a kiss is eating a juicy peach. What gives?”
“Things change.” Kyan shrugged, but he eyed me hungrily like he was deadly serious about getting his lips on mine.
“Kyan couldn’t help himself when he saw me covered from head to toe in blood,” I said, my heart beating harder at the memory.
“That’s sick, man,” Blake commented, but he smirked too.
“I am sick. Really fucking sick. I should be locked up,” Kyan drawled then got up, striding towards me on the hunt for that kiss. He leaned down, his hand sliding into my hair and pulling tightly, making me tip my head back so he could claim my mouth. His tongue sank deep between my lips and heat rose in my cheeks as he kissed me unashamedly, branding me as his right in front