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Chapter Twenty One

Tokyo

I wrap my arms around his neck as we kiss, feeling him deep inside me. My legs curl around his waist as he goes deeper, his hips moving in slow, circular motions. “Mmm,” he moans, and fuck, I love it when he moans. “I fucking love you,” he breathes, his teeth grazing the line of my jaw as he pumps into me.

I wish I could say it back, give into the love blossoming inside my chest. But I was tainted... he had found me, and it’s time to run again. It was stupid of me to think he wouldn’t find me—the dead bird I found on the shop’s doorstep was a giveaway. Then Oscar’s words ring through my mind as his hand tightens around my neck. “You ain’t my kid. I got snipped the day I found out my wife was pregnant with Kai.” His free hand cups my breast, and I knee him in the groin, causing him to slam my head into the wall.

“Kai,” I breathe, pulling him closer, tears slipping from my eyes as I drag myself out of the memory and focus on him.

He’s all that matters. “Cum for me, Trouble,” he bites my neck, making my walls tighten around him. I love fucking him... who am I kidding, I love everything about him.

Sensing my sorrow, he pulls back, his brown eyes locking onto mine as he stills. “What’s up?”

My nails trail down his back slowly, dragging along his muscled ass. “Nothing. Just thinking.”

“Thinking while I’m inside you?” he moves slowly, his gaze piercing mine.

“What you thinking?”

I squeeze his ass. “How much I like fucking my brother,” I tease, even as the guilt claws at my chest.

“Fuck, Tokyo, don’t say shit like that while my dick is inside you.”

I slap his ass, pressing him into me. “Come on, big brother. Show me how much you want to make your little sister cum.”

And that does it. He grips the headboard, plowing into me with deep, forceful thrusts until we both fall over the edge together.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The sound of my alarm rips me out of the dream and into my nightmare. Strong arms curl around me—arms I’ve grown to hate and despise.

“Get ready, sweetheart.” He kisses my shoulder, his free hand cupping my breast. “You got a job to do.” Disgust claws at me, but I have to keep him safe. This is the only way—doing what he wants.

My heels click on the sidewalk as I walk, looking down at the picture on my phone. Reminding myself why I’m doing this. But the moment I open the door, my stomach drops as I step into the diner. The faint hum of conversation and clinking dishes fades as I spot them in the far corner. I force a smile, slipping on the mask I’ve worn so well.

The Deceiver. The Liar.

I’ve been in Cedarvale for about a month now, doing exactly what Miko had done to me for years—watching, waiting, deceiving. “Tokyo, here,” Xena waves me over, her voice cutting through the chatter. Roman’s eyes narrow as I approach, his distrust as sharp as a blade, as it should be. Don’t trust me. The judas.

I slide into the booth, my stomach twisting as Xena turns her phone toward me, her eyes bright with excitement. “Remember how we were talking about the disappearances and the raves? Guess what?”

My eyes drop to the screen, and my blood runs cold. The invitation stares back at me, the words practically pulsing on the screen. My hands shake as I force myself to hold the phone steady.

This is why I’m here. To keep her alive. To make sure she goes. To deliver her to him.

“We’re going to Fright Night!” she exclaims, her grin wide, as if she has no idea what she’s walking into. She leans into Roman, nuzzling his shoulder like it’s just another casual day.

I exhale shakily, my fingers curling into my palm beneath the table. “Good thing I was also invited,” I manage, my voice a little too tight.

Xena beams, completely oblivious, her laughter ringing out like a death knell. “Then it’s settled. We’re about to find out what all the fuss is about.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating, as the room feels colder, darker. The hum of the diner fades around me, and for a brief moment, it’s just me and that invitation glowing on the screen.

They don’t know what’s waiting for them.

I glance out the window, my breath catching as my eyes lock on the figure across the street. Making sure I’m playing my part. A mask—porcelain, cracked, its painted smile mocking me from the shadows. My stomach twists.

Xena’s voice pulls me back. She grins, raising her coffee cup in mock celebration. I swallow the lump in my throat and force a smile, leaning forward as my voice drops, just loud enough to be heard.

“Welcome to Fright Night.”