“Yes, dear. Don’t worry, your dad and I won’t cramp your style. Speaking of, do you have someone special, honey?”
My mind took me right to an image of Wreck. I screwed that up and threw it out my ear.
“No, Mom, no one special. I’m too busy anyway with school and work.”
“You have to remember, Lucas, that studying isn’t everything. Learn to balance it, sweetheart. Besides, you’re smart, and I’m sure you’ll get good grades no matter what.”
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll try.”
“Good. Is Zion there?”
“He’s not. You can probably try and catch him on his cell.”
“I’ll do that, and I’ll keep you posted on a set date when we’ll be back. Love you, my son.”
“Love you and tell Dad I said hi.”
“If I have to.”
Smiling, we said our goodbyes, but as soon as I hung up, my smile vanished. I blamed the stupid big biker for that. There wasn’t anything I could do about it though. All I could do was take each day as it came and see what happened, but I would keep my walls up around my emotions. I wouldn’t let them latch onto something that could very possibly be nothing.
Instead, I got back to finding my phone. I used the house one to ring my number. I jumped when I heard it ring close, and confusion had me dipping my brows. I walked over to the front door and saw it on the table near there.
“How?” I mumbled to myself. I pressed the End button, and my phone fell silent. I didn’t pick it up though, I stared at it. How did it get down here? Did I imagine it in my room on my desk as I studied? Maybe I had, but I didn’t usually put my phone on this table like Zion used it for his keys and such.
This was weird.
Finally, I put the home phone down and slowly picked up mine. I pressed the Home button. Nothing seemed different. I went through my calls, texts, apps, and photos to see if anything changed; they hadn’t.
“Huh, I must have,” I said to myself. Turning, I went to walk back over to the couch when my phone binged with a text; of course, it scared me. I threw it across the room and grabbed at my chest while I breathed heavily.
I really wouldn’t be good if a murderer was after me. I’d just thrown my only lifeline away.
Grumbling under my breath, I stomped over, picked it up, and looked down at it.
I didn’t recognize the number. I opened the message and read aloud, “Didn’t mean that to happen. Won’t happen again.”
My stomach clenched painfully.
I didn’t have to know the number. I knew who had sent it.
Wreck.
He must have gotten my phone from the bedroom to grab my number from it to send me a text of how he regretted kissing me.
I didn’t need this. I was already a mess from him doing it in the first place. I didn’t ask for a kiss. So what, I’d looked at his internet history. Who was to say it didn’t have something to do with how I had to fix the phone? He didn’t know, and he should have deleted everything if he didn’t want anyone to know, and then he had the nerve to come to my place to… to… what? Kiss me? Test me? Experiment on me?
Was I supposed to reply? “Of course, Wreck, you didn’t mean to stick your tongue down my throat and wrap your arms around me. It was probably an alien taking over your body. You’re too good to kiss me. I’m nothing. I’m no one. I can be used to be played with, I’m just a twenty-two-year-old fool.” I wiped roughly at my face, silently cursing at the tears.
It was fine.
Wreck was confused. He could be, but I wouldn’t let him mess with me. He could do whatever he wanted. I didn’t want to see him or hear from him. I wouldn’t even reply to his text. I had nothing to say. That wasn’t correct. I had many swear words to call him, but I refused to snap out in anger. Instead, I deleted his message.
Chapter Seven
Wreck
I was a motherfucking dickhead. As soon as I sent the text, I wanted to take it back. But I couldn’t. It was too late, and I felt like a fuckhead for it. Now I stood in my room at the compound staring down at my phone, waiting for a reply, but none arrived.
Did he get my text?
Christ, had I hurt him because of the text?
“Fuckin’ idiot,” I cursed myself; of course I hurt him.
Lucas Storey had caught my goddamn attention from the first moment I’d seen him. Which wasn’t when I’d walked into Saint’s house, Lucas’s blood brother. No. The first time, I’d been on a phone call outside when I saw Lucas walking down the street. He’d been mumbling to himself, waving a hand around every now and then. I couldn’t really make out his features in the dark. Still, I’d hidden because his actions amused me. When he walked up to the front door and stopped there, I’d grown suspicious. Until he went back to mumbling and then rested his head against the door, like he knew it would be an effort to walk into the house, and it seemed his day hadn’t been the best to begin with.
I had to hold back a laugh when Death opened the door on him, and he stumbled forward. As soon as he was through the door, I finished the call to Hailey, a woman I saw, and went inside, wanting to see what the guy would do next.
However, I wasn’t prepared for the punch in the gut from actually seeing him in the light. I didn’t expect his wild hair, his full lips, his
