DERRICK POV
I watched Kai walk away like it didn’t rip something raw out of me.
They said they needed space.
I gave it. Kind of.
Not because I wanted to.
Fu.ck no.
Every cell in my body screamed to follow. To shove Dalton’s smug face into the dirt and take what was mine. But I didn’t. Not yet.
Letting Kai go wasn’t weakness. It was strategy.
Because Dalton? That bastard was two seconds from trailing me if I so much as moved in Kai’s direction. He thought this was a game of dominance. Thought he could puff up his chest and mark his territory by staring at Kai too long and standing too close.
Cute.
Let the mutt pretend he’s in control.
I don’t play games. I win them.
And I’d win Kai.
Not by force — I didn’t need that.
Kai already wanted me. They just didn’t know how to admit it
