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Chapter Twelve
Tokyo
A fter the race, Kai brings us to the local fritura spot to grab some chimis from the Dominican truck parked on the street. We park the car near the rocky shores of Cin City, the neon lights of the skyline reflecting off the waves in shimmering streaks.
“It’s so good, just like I remember,” I say with a mouthful of food.
Kai grunts in agreement, practically inhaling his chimi. “How long have those assholes been racing?” I ask between bites.
Swallowing, he shrugs. “About two years. They’ve been running the streets.”
“Damn, really? What a shame. It used to just be good fun.”
He nods, taking another bite, when my phone vibrates against the waistband of my shorts. I glance down, tension immediately crawling up my spine. Kai notices, even if I try to pretend he doesn’t. His warm hand moves to the back of my neck, soft but firm, anchoring me. “You know you can talk to me,” he says, his voice low. “What are you running from?”
Such a loaded question. One I wish I could answer. “Nothing, Kai. Really.”
But he doesn’t let go. His grip tightens, grounding me as he pulls me closer. “I’ve missed you, Trouble,” he whispers into my hair. “I love you. That’s never going to change.”
The burn hits my eyes first, then my chest—an ache I can’t ignore. Pulling back slightly, I meet his gaze, my heart hammering so hard it feels like it might crack my ribs. “I missed you, too.” And it’s not a lie.
“Good.” That’s all he says before pulling me back into him. I settle between his legs, his arms wrapped around me as he lazily runs his fingers up and down my arm. The waves crash against the rocks, filling the silence between us. Our chimis sit abandoned beside us, forgotten.
Then the quiet is shattered. Both of our phones go off at once, a chilling alarm blaring through the night. I grab mine at the same time Kai does, my stomach twisting as the screen flashes red. A set of coordinates stares back at me, accompanied by a single message:
Unknown: Heartless is two days away. Location: Latitude: 33.4730° N Longitude: 115.8490° W
“It’s the location,” I whisper, my voice shaky as I sit up, pulling away from Kai’s warmth.
Kai pulls up the location on his phone, his brows furrowing. “Eden Valley,” he says, showing me the screen. The image of a barren wasteland stares back at us—a deserted stretch of land in Cin City’s outskirts. A no-man’s-land between the mountains and the desert, far from anything alive.
The urge to throw up rises suddenly, sharp and unexpected.
“You okay?” Kai asks, his worry unmistakable. I don’t deserve him. I never did.
“I am. Excited for the rave,” I say, forcing a smile. “Have you been to one since I introduced you to them?” I ask, hoping to steer his attention away from me.
He shakes his head slowly, his brown eyes drifting back to the sea. “I stopped going after you left. Just didn’t feel right.”
The silence stretches between us, but it doesn’t feel empty. The night breeze brushes against our skin, carrying the salty scent of the ocean. The waves crash against the rocks, relentless and steady.
“Let’s get home. It’s late,” Kai says after a moment, offering me his hand.
Kai places the car in park after pulling into the garage. “Open the console and hand me my joint, please,” he says.
I do as he asks, pulling the joint out of a plastic tube. I watch as he brings it to his lips, lighting it with practiced ease. My phone vibrates against my skin again, and I tense, hoping he doesn’t notice. But he’s focused on making sure his joint isn’t canoeing, pulling slow and steady to get it right.
The tension rolls off me the longer I watch him, my eyes tracing the sharp line of his jaw and the way his lips wrap around the joint. The urge to touch him becomes unbearable. Without thinking, I pluck the lit joint from his mouth and lean back, taking a pull of the herb.
“So, you and Stacy are serious?” I ask, my voice deliberately casual.
He scoffs. “You’re so random.”
“Seriously,” I press. “I need to know if I should start calling her sister-in-law. I was starting to think I should take someone else to Heartless.”
“You should,” he says, plucking the joint back from my fingers.
Hearing those words stings more than I expected. My chest tightens as I look at him, watching the way his jaw tenses. I don’t know if it’s the weed or the need, but my hand moves on its own, cupping the side of his face.
“I really missed you,” I whisper.
He stiffens at first but then relaxes into my touch, continuing to smoke. His next words hit me like a blow: “Why did you leave?” He passes the joint back, and I take it, but I can’t meet his eyes.
There’s no answer I can give that will ever be good enough for him. I know this, and so does he. “I had to,” I say, the words hollow even to me.
He turns to face me fully, his brown eyes locking onto mine. My heart pounds as I exhale the smoke, the marijuana invading my lungs and fogging my mind.
“You didn’t have to leave me, Tokyo,” he says, his voice quiet but firm. “Tell yourself whatever you need to feel better. But you didn’t have to leave me.”
But I did.
“Kai…” I start, but the words die in my throat as he takes the joint back, bringing it to his lips.
My hand moves again, sliding down from his face to his tattooed neck, tracing the outline of the spider web inked into his skin. My fingertips linger, feeling the tension in his muscles.
“Can we pretend,” I whisper, my voice trembling, “just for one night, like before?”
He freezes. His body tenses beneath my touch, and for a moment, I think I’ve gone too far. Slowly, his gaze shifts to meet mine, and the soft hum of Altitude plays through Blue’s speakers. The beat feels like a pulse between us, low and steady, as if the song itself is holding its breath.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, but I need this.”
“Get out of the car, Tokyo,” he growls, low and feral. I see the hunger in his eyes, but he still fights it. Slowly, I undo my seatbelt, my chest heaving. He doesn’t look my way as I open the door, tears brimming in my eyes.
I walk inside the house, my steps heavy, and Kai doesn’t follow. I’ve lost him.
Forcing myself to move, I make my way to my room, my hand gripping the handle when Kai storms inside. His black tee is already being yanked over his head, his blue curls falling messily over his forehead.
“Fucking, Trouble,” he mutters, his voice rough and ragged.
I drop my bag on the floor, frozen as I watch him move closer. His hands cup my face, and his lips crash into mine. They’re plump, soft, and demanding. We both groan, melting into each other as his teeth sink into my lower lip. His tongue probes, demanding access, and I open for him, letting him take what he wants.
His hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens. “Fuck, why did you come back?” he breathes against my lips, his voice heavy with frustration and need.
My hand moves down his chest, trailing over the warmth of his skin, disappearing into the sharp V-cut of his abs. “I thought you wanted me back,” I whisper, breathless, as he presses his bulge into my palm.
“It’s going to hurt like hell when you run again,” he says, his jaw tightening as the words leave his mouth. But before I can respond, he pulls me back into the kiss, his lips crashing into mine with renewed intensity.
Our tongues move slowly, massaging one another, the heat between us building. His hand leaves my hair to push open my bedroom door. Still kissing, we step inside.
I spin him around and push him onto my bed. I want him to watch me undress, to see him lose himself in me. Kai doesn’t disappoint—he props himself up on his elbows, his dark eyes drinking me in as I slip out of my booty shorts and shirt.
Naked, I stand before him, letting him take in everything. His smirk grows, and his gaze lingers on my pierced and tattooed nipples.
“Time has made you even more gorgeous,” he says, sitting up and grabbing my waist to pull me against him.
His warm tongue trails up my side until it finds my pierced nipple. Softly, he bites into the flesh, his tongue teasing the piercing as he sucks. I arch into him, my hands tangling in his curls as he nips and sucks, making me shiver.
His rough hand moves down to my ass, gripping and spreading me as he stands, lifting me off the ground. He tosses me onto the bed with ease.
“Play with your pussy, Tokyo,” he growls. “Show me how much you want your big brother’s cock.”
Fuck. My head falls back as I watch him slip off his jeans. His cock is already hard, the thick length straining against his boxers. There’s a wet spot on the fabric where he’s leaking. He palms himself, his eyes locked on me as my fingers slide between my wet folds.
He watches me touch myself, his hand stroking his cock through his boxers, just like old times—when we thought this could be enough. But suddenly, he grabs my ankles, sliding me down to the edge of the bed. Kneeling between my legs, his hands spread me open.
“Your pussy is the only one I’ve ever eaten,” he groans, his voice thick with lust. “And the only one I ever want to eat.”
His tongue flattens as he licks me from bottom to top, groaning into my flesh before pulling my clit into his mouth. His tongue circles it, flicking just right, and his hand moves to my nipples, playing with the piercings.
Kai devours me, his tongue fucking me in perfect rhythm, his hands teasing every sensitive spot. My hips buck against his face, and I can’t stop the moans spilling from my lips.
Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me panting. He shoves his boxers down, his cock springing free, thick and velvety, already dripping. He grips my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Trouble, show me how much you missed me, while I show you how much I missed you,” he growls, his voice dark and commanding.
I nod, breathless, as he flips me over. My head hangs off the side of the bed, his cock dangling inches from my face while my soaked cunt is wide open for him. Picking me up and pushing me against the wall, he slams his body against mine, upside down, pushing his thick length into my mouth. His cock stretches my lips as he thrusts into me slowly, groaning as he continues to devour my pussy.
“Fuck,” Kai groans, his voice muffled against my flesh. His tongue moves in perfect rhythm with his hips, fucking my mouth and my pussy at the same time. My throat tightens as he presses deeper, then pulls out, giving me just enough time to gasp for air before he’s throwing me back onto the bed.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, his voice rough.
I nod, my chest heaving.
“Good,” he says, his eyes dark. “Because I’m going to fuck you raw and fill you up.”
He uses his legs to spread mine apart, his cock brushing up and down my folds as he watches, mesmerized. Slowly, he presses into me, and I moan at the stretch. Leaning down, his arms slip under my armpits, holding me close as his teeth sink into my neck.
“Fuck, Tokyo,” he groans, his voice shaking.
“I know,” I breathe, arching into him as he begins to move. His strokes are slow and deep, every motion deliberate. Kai isn’t just fucking me—he’s pouring everything into this moment, giving me something I don’t deserve.
“You fucking take me so well, Trouble,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
And yes, I do. My walls adjust to his girth, gripping him perfectly as his movements pick up. His arms pull away, and my legs are thrown over his shoulders. His hands grip my hips as he begins to drill into me, his pace relentless.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, his hips moving in a circular motion. “That’s it.”
My walls spasm around him, and he slows down, his eyes locked on my face as he brings me to the edge—then pulls me back. Over and over, he teases me, watching my frustration build.
“Fuck, Kai,” I beg, my voice breaking.
“I know,” he whispers, slamming back into me. His hands grip my hips, pulling me down to meet his thrusts as he drives me over the edge. My release hits hard, my toes curling as I scream his name.
“Kai!”
He smiles, breathless. “That’s it, Tokyo. Scream for me.”
Two more thrusts, and he groans, filling me up before pulling out. His warmth runs down my thighs as he grabs his clothes, his back turned to me.
“One time,” he says quietly, before walking out the door.
My chest tightens as I stare at the empty doorway, the ecstasy of moments ago ruined. My phone vibrates on the floor, the sound cutting through the silence.
I bend down, grabbing it, Kai’s cum still dripping down my thighs. The screen lights up with missed texts from an unknown number.
Unknown: Don’t forget what you’re supposed to be doing.
Unknown: I’m always watching.
My heart sinks at the last message. It’s accompanied by a photo of Kai and me at the race—my arms wrapped around his neck, his eyes looking at me like I’m his world. Like I’m something precious.
But I’m none of those things.
I’m trash. A deceiver. A runner.