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Chapter Six

Kai

I lied. I didn’t need to go to work—not today—but I couldn’t stay in the same house as her any longer. My restraint has its limits, and my dick is raw from fucking my hand just to avoid sinking it inside her. This is going to be harder than I thought. The sickness is taking hold again, and I need to escape it before it consumes me. Before she consumes me . I can’t let her destroy what little there is left of me. But if I’m going to make it through this, I need answers. That’s what brought me here.

Bang. Bang.

My fist slams against the red door. Footsteps shuffle through the hall before a groggy voice calls out, “Who is it?” Miko. Sleepy, as always. I don’t answer. I’m too pissed to care about politeness or anything else besides driving my fist into his face. I knew he always knew where she was—hell, he’s her best friend now—but he was my friend first. They only know each other because of me. I understand his reason, though. It’s the same one that’s kept me chained to her for so long.

Love.

The door unlocks, and before it even opens fully, I kick it in, slamming Miko back. He crashes to the ground, groaning, “What the fuck?” as I tower over him. My fist connects with his face before he can get another word out.

“You knew all this time!” I bark, landing another blow. “You fucking lied to me!”

Miko’s face twists in shock and pain as I keep pounding on him. He tries to say something, but I’m not listening. I’m too far gone, yelling at him as my anger spills out.

“You knew, and you didn’t tell me!” I grab a fistful of his black hair, shaking him hard. “Why? What did she promise you? What the fuck made you keep quiet?”

His lips curl into a bloody smile, teeth stained crimson. “She’s back. That’s all that matters.” Blood dribbles from his mouth as he spits onto the floor. “It wasn’t my secret to share.”

I let him go, shoving him to the ground. “That’s bullshit, and you know it,” I snarl, pointing a shaking finger at him. “Why did she leave? Why is she back? What the fuck is she running from?”

Miko slowly stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His kitchen is only a few steps away in the cramped studio apartment. As he moves, my eyes flick to the bed—a naked woman is sitting up, green eyes wide with fear, her big tits barely covered by a sheet.

“Kai, back off,” Miko drawls, grabbing a gallon of milk from the fridge. He chugs straight from it, his nonchalance only stoking my rage. “If you want her to stay, don’t go getting yourself all worked up. Let her handle her shit, and keep doing what you’ve been doing.”

“Is she in trouble?” I ask but the look in his eyes tells me I won’t get straight answers from him, but I still have to try.

Miko shrugs, his gaze hardening as he sets the milk down. “Honestly, I don’t know. She didn’t say much. I know she left her abusive ex, but there’s another guy. The one before him. What I’ve heard? Nothing good. He’s bad news—loaded, too. Which means worse news is coming. Just let her deal with it.”

I run my inked hands down my face, forcing myself to calm down. “If something happens to her because you kept shit from me,” I growl, stepping closer, “I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

I storm out without waiting for a reply, slamming the door behind me as I head back to my car. Sliding into the driver’s seat, I turn the key, the engine roaring to life. The radio automatically kicks on to the news.

“Investigations are ongoing into the disappearance of rave-goers last fall. The couple was last seen entering the event—“

I groan, turning it down. “Great, more missing rave kids,” I mutter. It’s always the same story: drugs, bad decisions, and people vanishing like smoke. But this time, it’s not just one couple. It’s a pattern. Multiple people, all gone. I hate raves. Clubs, races—that’s my scene. Not these drug-fueled, underground shit shows.

Still, my stomach tightens. There’s one coming up soon. Tokyo might hear about it. Hell, she probably already has. I just hope she doesn’t have a way to get in.

Finally, my Bluetooth connects. I put on “Booker T” by Bad Bunny and let the beat drown out my thoughts as I head to the shop. Mondays are usually my day off, but with Tokyo at the house, I couldn’t stay cooped up. My phone vibrates, and my lips twitch into a grin when I see the name.

Lovergirl666

I open the message, and the first thing that greets me is a picture of pierced tits, her nipples shaped into hearts with inked designs framing them. Fucking beautiful.

Lovergirl666 : Good morning, Sunshine.

I smirk, my fingers hovering over the screen as I pull into the shop’s lot. Another message comes through, and my cock stirs at the sight: her fingers coated with her juices.

Fuck. My little sister is one horny thing.

Last night, finding out Lovergirl666 is her? That changed everything. I was digging her before, and was even thinking about meeting her in person. But she always had an excuse not to—probably because she knew. But now? Now I know, and I’ll take this over torturing myself trying to stay away from her.

Sliding my car into park, I type out a response.

Me : Playing with that pretty pussy?

Her reply is instant.

Lovergirl666 : Maybe. My big brother’s gone, and I needed to relax.

I bite my lip, heat pooling low as I press my phone to my lips.

Me : Show me more.

Bubbles appear and then disappear.

Minutes later, a message pops up as I step out of the car. I open it, and I’m greeted by the unmistakable sound of wet flesh, fingers fucking her cunt, her breathy moans spilling out like a melody designed to destroy me. My cock hardens almost instantly. Her moans are my kryptonite. I’m weak.

Suddenly, my phone vibrates with an incoming call—Tokyo.

“Hey,” I answer, attempting to sound cool, casual.

“What the fuck did you do?” she snaps.

I roll my eyes, balancing the phone on my shoulder as I unlock the shop door. “I just needed to ask him a couple of questions.”

“With your fucking fist?”

I frown, annoyed. “He kept giving me stupid answers.”

“What the fuck, Kai? Why?”

Is this rhetorical? I swear I just explained why, but knowing Tokyo, it’s best not to push her. Sure, I might’ve gotten a little carried away today, but can you really blame me? I needed to know what made her run back to the very place she fled from five years ago.

“What the fuck did you need to know that you couldn’t ask me?” she whispers, her voice laced with something —anger? Fear? Both?

I exhale deeply, steadying myself. “Why?” I ask, cutting to the chase. Why she left, why she’s back, why she’s running. So many questions she won’t answer, and here I am, bracing for the guillotine to drop.

“Kai, seriously, I’m not running from anything, and you know why I left,“ she says, her tone a practiced balance of half-truth and half-lie. I should know—I taught her. The night I found her hovering over our father’s body comes rushing back like a punch to the gut.

“What happened?” I demand, rushing to Tokyo’s side as she clutches her chest. Her ripped shirt exposes her breast—she’s not wearing a bra. I warned her not to dress provocatively around him. But she didn’t listen. She never does.

“He came at me, and I knocked him out,” she murmurs, pointing at the salt lamp shattered on the floor. The hit isn’t enough to kill him, but when he wakes up, he’ll finish what he started. That, I’m sure of.

“We need to stop it before it begins,” she says abruptly, storming past me into her room. “He needs to die.”

“How the fuck are you doing that?” I ask, trailing after her.

“Easy, with his own drugs,” she replies, heading straight to his bathroom. My eyes stay on her back, watching the way her body trembles—not with fear, but with rage. Her hands are clenched into fists, and I recognize that anger. I’ve seen it in her before. I’ve felt it.

She grabs a plastic container from the cabinet, pulling out bags of white powder. “If you have any objections, say them now, because the pig is dying today. I’m doing the world a favor by killing him.” Her words are chillingly smooth, delivered like she’s discussing a mundane errand.

I know she’s been through hell with her mom, but fuck, the woman’s completely desensitized. We are really talking about killing the old man. Yet, I can’t bring myself to stop her.

“We have to call the cops. Tell them the truth and half-lie,” I say, trying to pull her back from the edge.

She stops, turning to me with a confused expression. Her platinum locks cascade past her shoulders, the neon green tips glowing under the harsh bathroom light. “He tried to rape me, and when he did, I knocked him over the head. He collapsed, and I locked myself in my room until my brother came home,” she says effortlessly, shocking me with how smoothly she crafts the lie.

“EARTH TO KAI. WHAT THE FUCK?” Tokyo’s voice snaps me back to reality. I’m no longer in that blood-stained living room seven years ago. I’m standing in front of the shop, phone in hand.

“Sorry, spaced out,” I mutter.

She sighs, frustration seeping through the line. “Please, Kai, stay out of it. If you need answers, ask me. Whatever you need.” Her voice softens before the call ends abruptly.

I finish unlocking the door, stepping inside. The darkness greets me like an old friend until I flick on the lights. My eyes immediately go to the screens in the back—the monitors Dad installed years ago. With a smirk, I power them on. The screens flicker to life, displaying various angles of my house.

The cameras are still functional. Perfect.

I sink into the chair in front of the monitors, my fingers grazing the keyboard. If I can’t get answers, I’ll have to play a little game.