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Chapter Eight

Tokyo

I place my phone back on the grimy bathroom sink and continue wiping off the cum dripping down my legs. A smirk tugs at my lips as I drag a finger up my thigh, collecting as much of it as I can before slipping it into my mouth. He thinks he’s slick—thinks I’m just some dumb bitch desperate for any man’s cock. But you never forget the feel of the first man you love.

Not ever.

Joke’s on Kai, because I know it’s him. I know the feel of his cock anywhere. The taste of him. I ran away from him because of this obsession.. This dark desire to possess, to own the man who’s meant to be my big brother. I ran away because I’m sick and I need to keep my sickness from spreading to him.

But I like this game we’re playing. Grabbing my phone from the sink, I quickly type out a message to him, a wicked smile curling my lips as I step out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit hallway. Smoke lingers in the air, thick and heavy, while strobe lights pulse, casting neon glows across my skin. I push open the door to the dressing room, grab my duffel bag, unzip it, and pull out my jean micro mini skirt. After slipping into it, I throw on a cropped leather jacket, then lean in toward the mirror. I touch up my makeup, adding more glitter and highlighter, and sharpening my cat eyeliner until it’s as fierce as the blade I keep in my pocket.

Kai made a mess of me, and fuck, it was everything I’ve dreamed of for the last five years since leaving Cin City. The music pounds through the club as I weave through neon-lit bodies grinding on each other. The rumble of an engine greets me as I step outside and spot Kai, leaning against the hood of his neon blue Nissan Skyline, a cigarette between his lips.

“You’re early,” I say, walking over to my big brother and plucking the menthol stick from his mouth, bringing it to my own lips.

“I told you, I have a race,” he drawls, stretching his arms, watching me... no, devouring me. It’s amusing that he tries to deny it. But I can feel it—that longing, that need I ran from all those years ago. It’s wrong, it’s sick, and yet, I want all of it. “You should put more clothes on. It’s cold.”

I laugh, inhaling another hit from the cigarette. “Cold? Do you see what I wear to dance?” I arch a pierced brow.

Kai shrugs and takes the cigarette back from me. “I’d rather not see my little sister’s bare ass.”

I smirk, walking toward the passenger side of his car. “I have a nice ass,” I say with a wink, watching him choke on the smoke he just inhaled. It makes me smile.

“Tokyo, get the fuck in the car. I need to go,” he mutters.

Slipping into the passenger seat, I adjust the seat to my liking and then change the music, putting on “Digital Versicolor” by Glass Candy. I watch as Kai slides into the driver’s seat, his black v-neck shirt stretched tight around his muscles, tattoos crawling up his arms. My favorite is the one on his forearm—the one with my eyes and name. He doesn’t bother with a seatbelt, stupid asshole. He must have a death wish, but I prefer him alive. I unbuckle my seatbelt and lean over to him as he shifts gears.

“Tokyo, the fuck are you doing?” he snaps.

I grab his seatbelt and pull it across his chest. “Safety first, moron,” I say, clicking it into place before settling back in my seat.

The wind whips through my hair as he picks up speed, the city turning into a blur of lights. With Kai driving, we make it to the car meet in less than thirty minutes. As soon as we park, he’s out of the car, lighting up another cigarette. His boys greet him with nods and grins, but then Stacy walks over. I can’t deny she’s beautiful—nice ass, nice tits—but Kai is mine. I don’t care what’s going on between them; it ends tonight.

She wraps her arms around his neck, melting into him, and the worst part? He’s letting her.

“Hi, stranger,” she purrs, literally.

Ugh.

I slam the car door and head over to Miko, one of my closest friends, who’s lounging next to his tricked-out Honda Civic. “Yo, mamas, how you been?” he calls out, two girls clinging to him.

“You got a joint or something?” I ask, ignoring his question as I approach, glancing at his car.

“Always,” he replies, pulling the blunt from behind his ear.

“You racing tonight?” I ask, eyeing his car.

“Nah, just watching tonight,” Miko says, lighting the joint and waving the girls off as I lean into his car.

From a distance, I can see Stacy still all over Kai, and I can’t help the jealousy that burns inside me. I left him, sure, and I couldn’t expect him not to move on, but fuck, seeing her all over him makes my blood boil.

“You good, Tokyo?” Miko asks, noticing my gaze. He hands me the blunt as he follows my line of sight. “That chick’s clingy as hell.”

“Yeah, no shit. Are they together?” I ask, trying to sound indifferent, but I can’t help the way my jaw clenches.

Miko shrugs. “It’s complicated. You know Kai—he’s closed off, and Stacy lets him do whatever he wants as long as she gets to suck him off.”

I grimace, handing the blunt back to Miko, my eyes drifting down to my long black coffin nails, trying to focus on anything but Stacy clinging to Kai like she owns him. The sound of her laughter grates on my nerves, and my blood simmers with every second that passes.

“You sure you’re okay, mamas?” Miko asks, his voice rasping as he chokes on the smoke.

I don’t answer right away, my gaze still fixed on Stacy and Kai. A dangerous idea starts to form, sharp and clear in my mind. “You still keep a bat in your trunk?” I finally ask, my tone casual, but my pulse quickening.

Miko’s grin widens, showing off his pearly white and silver fanged grills. “Always, doll.”

A slow smirk tugs at my lips as I glance up at him, a plan already taking root.

“Wanna see something funny?” I ask, already moving toward his car as he pops the trunk. I grab the silver bat wrapped in barbed wire, a relic from the old days. Miko and this bat go way back—it’s painted red from all the heads he’s busted with it.

Miko watches as I drag the bat toward Kai and Stacy. “Hands off my brother, or it’s your face,” I say, pointing the bat directly at her.

Kai’s eyes darken, a hint of amusement flickering across his face, but Stacy doesn’t get it. Not yet.

I swing, but Kai intercepts, his hand wrapping around the bat. Even though the barbed wire must hurt, he doesn’t flinch. His eyes are locked on mine, full of that dark amusement.

“You crazy bitch,” Stacy snaps, finally catching on.

“Scram,” I growl, my voice low as I release the bat. Stacy looks at Kai, who silently dismisses her with a nod. And just like that, his attention is all on me.

I try not to notice the bulge in his pants or the heat pooling in my core as he steps closer, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Jealous, little sis?”

I shove him back. “Fuck you. I just don’t like her,” I snap, stalking off toward Miko.

“I sure missed your crazy ass,” Miko teases, smirking.

“I got tired of her all over him. Plus, I like fucking with my big bro,” I say, quite literally.

The racers are lining up, and I can feel the adrenaline rushing through me. Nothing makes me wetter than the thrill of the race, especially when Kai’s behind the wheel. I slip into the passenger seat before Stacy can get to him, flipping her the bird as she pouts. “Maybe next time, bitch!” I yell, laughing.

Kai shakes his head, revving the engine. The roar of the Skyline drowns out everything else as the racers rev their engines, ready to go. The countdown begins, and I scream out the window. “Fuck yes, baby!”

The car shoots forward, tail spinning as Kai shifts gears. My hand moves to cover his, and he smiles. My other arm stretches out the window, feeling the cool night breeze whip across my skin. No one races like Kai—he’s fast, reckless, perfect. I turn to watch him, his face alight with the thrill of the race. His hand drifts under mine, and I want those hands inside me, but not yet. My big brother needs to be punished. He wants to play games? I’ll show him how they’re played.

We cross the finish line, the car drifting sideways as he parks. I scream with excitement beside him, but before we can step out, both of our phones buzz with a message. The screen flashes red.

UNKNOWN: Welcome to the Valentine Rave... Ready or Not... Heartless is coming for you.

INVITE ONLY. NO PHONES ALLOWED. Get ready to eat your heart out.

My stomach flips. Being invited to this rave is like a dream come true. I glance at Kai as his thumb hovers over the screen, ready to delete the message.

“Oh hell no, we are so going,” I say, snatching the phone from his hand.

“You need a partner for this rave,” he drawls.

I give him a look. “Yeah, you and me. Duh. Or should I invite Ghostfacepussykilla?” I tease.

Kai groans, rolling his eyes. “That online weirdo? C’mon, T.” He opens the door, stepping out of the car.

By the looks of it, we weren’t the only ones who got the invite. The meet is buzzing with talk about the rave, and I’m more than ready for whatever Heartless has in store.