Perhaps this was my karma.
For all my wrongdoings and not my ancestors.
Without a sound, Jethro opened the front door and guided me out. I looked one last time at my childhood home before the door clicked shut, casting me out.
Jethro didn’t give me time to mourn. Dragging me down the front steps, he nodded at Kes. The front courtyard housed three bikes and two darkly dressed men.
Kestrel touched his temple in greeting, his light coloured eyes looking like moonbeams in the darkness. “Nila. Pleasure to see you again.”
I smiled once, still dreadfully unsure if Kes was on my side, his brother’s, or his father’s.
Jethro tugged me close. Grabbing my hips, he tossed me onto the back of his bike. A small puff of air exploded out of my mouth at his rough handling. My skin tingled where he’d touched me, but he seemed unaffected.
I’ll break you again, Jethro Hawk. I did it once. I can do it a second time.
And then I’ll save both of us.
I swallowed hard as the reality of my pregnancy scheme slapped me with doubt. It would take nine long months to hatch. I doubted I had nine months to live—let alone breed in the hope it would keep us alive.
I need a back-up plan.
“We’re done here,” Jethro muttered, throwing a glance at Flaw before taking his helmet from the handlebars and jamming it on his head.
Flaw said, “If we’re done. Let’s go.” His gloved fingers wrapped around his throttle.
I was back with the men who’d claimed me.
Back with my enemies.
Back in power and ready to destroy them.
DAWN.
The new sun painted the sky a glowing pink as we drove beneath the gatehouse at the entrance of Hawksridge. Kes and Flaw accelerated, pulling away and speeding up the long driveway.
I slowed down, steadying the bike and Nila’s weight behind me.
Her torso plastered against my back, her hips as close to mine as possible. She was the exact opposite from the first time I’d collected her.
Back in Milan, she’d been respectful in her fear. She’d kept her distance and didn’t try to break through my carefully constructed walls. Now, she was pissing me off taking liberties she was no longer entitled to. Her hands hadn’t stopped roaming as I drove down motorways and country lanes. Her heat seeped through my jacket, infecting my skin below. She thought things were the same—that I secretly wanted her to touch me.
She couldn’t be more wrong.
Slamming my bike to a halt, I planted my legs on the road and twisted to face her. “I’m going to give you a choice.” Tearing her arms from around my waist, I held up a blindfold that I’d stuffed into my pocket.
Nila frowned, her eyes flickering up the hill where the road disappeared toward Hawksridge. “What choice?”
Rubbing the silk between my fingers, I said, “I can either blindfold you or not. It’s up to you.”
Cut was confident this imprisonment would be a lot smoother than her first, but he still didn’t want her knowing the way off the estate—unless she gave a guarantee. I smirked. “Decide, Ms. Weaver.”
“How is the choice up to me? And besides, I saw the driveway when the police took me away.”
“Fair enough.” I let the blindfold fall from my fingers and onto her thigh. “Are you going to try to run again? Or have you accepted that your home is now with me?”
I hadn’t meant to word it like that. I’d meant to say had she accepted that she would die on this estate. That her life out there—her home in London—was over, done.
Forever.
Nila’s gaze delved into mine. I felt her probing my soul, looking for answers and hope.
I didn’t have to stop her or hide.
There was nothing inside that shouldn’t be there. Not anymore.
I was proud of who I’d become.
And it was all thanks to the little white tablets in my pocket.
After a long minute, she replied, “My home is with you, Kite. I know that. I think I’ve always known that.” She licked her bottom lip. “I won’t run. I won’t leave you. Not again. Whatever happened to you the past few weeks, I’m willing to look past it because I know what we found together is true and this…” She waved at me as if I offended her. “This is a lie that I don’t buy.”
My heart skipped—just a small skip—before settling into its wintry shell. Her power over me was gone. It’d just been tested and proven.
“You don’t have to buy anything for it to be the truth.”
She sighed. “No, but I can hope.”
“Hope is as useless as love, Nila Weaver.” Shoving the blindfold back into my pocket, I gunned the bike and took her the final distance home.
The underground parking garage housed thirty or so bikes for the Black Diamond brothers. We’d built the bunker especially for our MC, hidden away in case the police ever raided us, which until last month was never a possibility.
Now it might be thanks to the fucking Weavers and their lies to the local papers. Our bribes worked perfectly to keep the law on our side. But when strangers started moaning and demanding justice, it wasn’t a simple matter of turning a blind eye anymore.
Luckily, we had a plan. Damage control was in full swing, and after a few weeks out of the limelight, Nila would be forgotten and the world would continue.
We also had a trump card.
The one thing Vaughn couldn’t get his sister to do: a private interview.
Later today, Nila would answer all the questions the world wanted to know. She would shed her silence and feed the media a story that would put an end to the disgusting rumours in a carefully scripted pantomime, then she would go back to belonging to us. To me.