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I won’t let that happen. Even if it means I keep her glued to my side, I’ll do so. 

It wasn’t until the driver killed the ignition that I remembered Karashi had been in the back seat with me the entire time. 

I totally forgot about her existence. 

Hah. Silly me. 

That’s how invisible she was. No matter how hard she tried to be relevant, she was just… a shadow. Always there, unnoticed until the light caught her at the right angle. She only existed to me when darkness fell and I needed something warm and wet to fuck the frustration out of my system. 

I’ve tried to get rid of her more times than I can count, but she kept crawling back, always on her knees, offering herself up like some desperate offering to a god that never answers. 

Who was I to say no to free service? 

I watched the other four cars roll to a stop, and my men jumped down looking all smart and professional. Every fucking one of them looked the part. 

One damn car stayed shut for about five extra seconds, just sitting there like they were having a 

picnic. And guess whose car it was? 

Fucking Kyrie. And he was with Eve. 

What the hell were they doing in there that took five damn seconds longer than everyone else? Adjusting their clothes? Swapping saliva? Or was she busy riding his cock one last time before 

stepping out? 

I don’t know why it irritated me so much. Maybe it was his smug fucking face when he finally emerged, looking like he owned the goddamn sky. 

That cocky strut. That “I’m–in–control” energy he wore like a designer coat. 

If he weren’t my friend, I’d have buried that confidence in the tarmac right there. I’d beat the arrogance out of his bones and remind him why the fuck he should stop messing with “my stepsister.” 

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Yeah. I guess that was the best angle to tackle this from, in order to keep him away from her. 

I’d tell him Eve was my stepsister and that she was out of bounds. 

Perfect. That should keep him away from her. 

I turned my gaze just before they’d see me looking, and headed toward the private jet. 

Once in my cabin, I sat, legs slightly apart, one hand gripping the armrest while the other reached for the glass of water Blake had already placed there. 

Kyrie strolled in next, cocky as ever. Didn’t even glance in my direction. Just headed straight for the next cabin. 

The bastard was still upset that we had to go on this operation when he was supposed to be throwing a private party to welcome his lost love. 

Then Eve walked in. 

She stood there for a second, like her brain couldn’t process the layout. The girl looked fucking 

confused. 

I sank further into my seat, lit a cigarette, and exhaled, watching and revelling in her confusion. 

Her eyes followed the path Kyrie had passed. She didn’t even as much as spare me a glance when she began walking toward Kyrie’s cabin. 

Reflex was a bitch. Otherwise, tell me why in one second, I was relaxing in my chair, and the next 

minute, I was holding Eve’s wrist in my hand? 

But I guess it was already too late because she gasped, fear dancing in those wide eyes of hers. 

Why was I doing this? 

Simple. 

Because she was getting too fucking comfortable around Kyrie. And I didn’t want that. 

I held her wrist just a second longer than necessary. I felt her pulse jumping like she’d swallowed a fucking grenade. 

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Her skin was warm and fragile. 

It was like a fucking competition, because we just remained still, looking each other dead into the eyes, hers from fear, while mine was from… Hate. 

“You’re sitting here.” 

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