KAI POV
I was furious.
Not annoyed. Not irritated. Furious.
Derrick could’ve lit my damn skin on fire just by looking at me. And he was doing exactly that from across the table — those damn forearms flexing under his rolled-up sleeves like he knew they were a weapon. Those tattoos that inked over his arms like sin made flesh. And those f*****g eyes.
Deep. Dark. Dangerous.
But worse than all of that was his attitude.
Swaggering over to our table like he owned the place, like this was some sort of stage for his bullshit. Dropping an “apology” on Reyes just so he could threaten him with more violence, in front of everyone.
“But I’ll do it again if you so much as breathe wrong around what’s mine,” he growled.
And I—
I couldn’t believe he really said it.
Was he out of his damn mind?
