Stone’s Hearts

Chapter 9

*The night before*

I roll over to read my alarm clock that reads 3:24am. I planned on waking Kaycee around 6am to go get her brother, but she has already given us all the information we need to get him and since I won’t be able to fall back asleep I decide to go now. I called Dillion and explained the plan, he’d be here in 20 minutes.

Pulling up across the street from the address Kaycee had given me. A small, older run down house sits in front of us. Weeds and tall grass cover the front yard, while the front porch has three out of five steps broken. A screen door that is hanging on by one hinge. To be honest I don’t know what I expected to see pulling up here, but this isn’t it.

We make our way to the house, looking in the windows we see an older skinny man passed out shirtless in front of the TV. Upstairs to the right Kaycee had explained was her and her brothers room. Entering through the unlocked back door we crept in, up the stairs to the right entering a room with one twin mattress and a desk lamp on the floor that’s it. My heart sank a little thinking Kaycee lived in this awful house. I found her brother pretty beat up and bloody sleeping. Dillon closed the door and I wake him quietly. Explaining briefly what happened he looks confused but complied. We started making our way for the stairs when we heard the toilet flush under us.

“HE’S AWAKE!” Her brother says.

We freeze trying to think of a plan but it’s too late their dad turns the corner half awake staring up at us three men on the stairs.

“WHAT THE f**k ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE, WITH MY BOY?” The dad screams.

Dillion smoothly pulls out his hand gun “Listen we don’t want any trouble. But you are going to let us pass with your son who is above the age and WILLINGLY coming with us.” He said with a threatening tone.

This old fool starts laughing. Dillon and I exchange confused looks.

“Dad Stop! I am leaving and you ca-”

“Shut up you dickless fag. Where is Kaycee?!” He asked looking from me to Dillion.

“I know you assholes have her, and I WANT HER BACK. She is MINE!”

This guy is clearly a psychopath, we need to act quick. Turning around I notice a window at the end of the hall. I tap Dillon on the back and he nods not breaking eye contact with the crazy guy. I grab the brothers arm and make our way to the window, I don’t bother trying to open it, it looks old and would take too much time. I start running and ram shoulder first out the glass window to the backyard. More weeds and tall grass broke my fall. It wasn’t that high up so I am not hurt. Not the first time I’ve had to jump out a window. I see the brother looking at me from the broken window, I motion for him to come but before I know it, I hear a gun shot and I see Dillion diving out of the window with the brother behind him.

They land and Dillion is quick to get up “Let’s go!”

We all start running towards the front of the house to get to the SUV. We get in and step on the gas in a hurry. Kaycee told me their dad had guns all over the house and I wasn’t waiting for him to use one.

“Is he dead?” The brother asks in the back seat.

Dillon laughs “Of course not, I shot the ceiling to cause a scene so we could leave before he pulled a gun.”

We summed up the story to Kaycee and she stared at us mouth open, but hasn’t said anything.

“Kace, you okay?” Blake asks. Not taking her eyes off me.

“T-thank you!” she stutters and continues “That’s a lot you went through, I don’t know how to say thank you enough.”

I can see she’s getting emotional and I can’t handle that emotion myself, seeing her like that tears me up inside and I don’t like it one bit. So I quickly say.

“I said I’d bring your brother here safely, that’s all you asked for in terms of your employment and I am a man of my word.”

Trying to get off the topic I add “It’s a nice afternoon for a BBQ. Maybe even a swim or we could just sit on the patio and chat with some drinks.” Hoping my plan of changing the topic works.

Kaycee’s face lit up and it made me feel a little warm inside.

“That’s a great idea!” She says excitedly.

“Great! Blake why don’t you go get settled, I am sure you want to shower. Derek will you help me arrange the food and maybe some margaritas?” I ask looking at all three of them.

“I can do that.” Derek replies and starts getting off the stool. It

“I can help with food and drinks too!” Kaycee says getting off the bar stool as well.

Blake frowns. “I don’t know if I like this idea” He says looking at Kaycee.

“I won’t drink anything till you are back, how about that?” She says looking at Blake with a hopeful expression.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you’re coming Kace.” Derek says as he starts walking toward the kitchen doors.

He used her nickname Blake had called her before. That’s weird they’ve barley even talked and he’s not really a “nickname” kind of guy. My thoughts are interrupted.

“You don’t need to be hanging around that guy Kaycee!” Blake says in a protective tone.

“Oh my gosh Blake! If he or THEY” she looks and motions to me “wanted to hurt me THEY WOULD HAVE ALREADY!” She says now shouting.

“Hey! Keep it down” Blake puts his hands on her shoulders.

Her face still red, but her breathing slows.

“Fine. Go, I’ll be out there soon” Blake pauses before saying “but NO alcohol!” He walks away towards the bathroom.

Once he’s around the corner Kaycee lets out her breath like she had been holding it.

“I am -” she starts saying, but I hold up my hand to stop her. Looking in to her eyes my d**k starts to get hard.

What the f**k, just from looking at her??

“Don’t, I get it. You and your brother have a lot of adjusting. Let’s get this BBQ started.” I say and she looks relieved.

“Okay” she says softly.

Biting her lip she looks nervous. Damn she’s sexy. I can’t make myself move and she doesn’t seem to move either.

“You guys comin?” I hear Derek say from behind me.

She blushes like she’s been caught.

“Yep.” She says and then glances at me as she passes me to the kitchen.

I turn and I am pleasantly surprised when I see her amazing round ass in those tiny shorts. I need to give my stylist a raise for choosing the perfect clothes for her.