Page 41 of Unhinged Kallie

“Please, I had to wait for you to get your Academy Award.” He smiled and pulled out a set of black gloves and wipes. He cleaned off any potential prints and then closed it for me.

“My dad is going to be pissed at how late I am,” I said. “I should’ve set up a better excuse.”

“Naw, it’s all good. I already called Cain and told him we were practicing some training together tonight. He seemed pleased that we were working on our skills in a constructive manner. Besides, he knew I’d keep you in line.”

I glared at my cousin. The worst part was that he didn’t say shit like that to gloat. To him, he was just stating facts.

“Of course, he was happy. You said it to him.” I shook my head. Sometimes it seemed like I would never be out of my cousin’s shadow, but tonight and what happened…that was all me, and I was proud of my work even though no one would ever find out it was me.

Walking into the house, I peered into the living room and spotted my dad sitting in his favorite chair, sipping a beer and staring at a picture of Mom. I missed her every day and wished she was still here, but I was young when she died. I found him doing this often like he was hoping the picture would somehow come alive. I hated that he was so alone.

“Hey, Dad,” I said, and his head lifted, his eyes slowly registering it was me.

“Hey, Angel. Did you and Troy have fun?”

“Yeah, we did.” I smiled, wishing I could share what I accomplished. But I was worried he would say it was too public or I needed to kill them instead and pull me from school for being reckless.

“You thinking about Mom,” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

He lifted the picture for me to see. “I was thinking about the last time we spoke.”

“You think you’ll find the guy one day?”

His lip curved up, his blue eyes hardening. “I dream about it.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I gave him a hug. “I do too. Goodnight, Dad.”

Making my way upstairs, I poked my head into Carter’s room. He was on his stomach, sound asleep. He’d always slept like a drunk starfish.

There was something I had to know before I could sleep. Crawling onto the bed, I straddled his body and leaned down to his ear.

“You’re mine Carter, you can deny it and fight it all you want, but I’m going to have you. Every last inch of you,” I breathed softly into his ear. I rubbed my cheek against his as he mumbled something incoherent.

“Did your coach ever take you to a strip club?” I asked.

“Huh?” His voice was groggy, so I asked the question again.

“Kallie? What are you doing?” His voice sounded panicked, and a part of me loved it. Not that he was scared around me, but that his interest in me terrified him. He’d figure out soon enough that we were meant to be.

“Answer the question, did your coach ever take you to a strip club?”

“Where the hell is this coming from? Get off of me.”

“Answer the question, or I will pull my shirt off and rub my tits on your face while I call my dad’s name.”

He sucked in a deep breath.

“No. No, my coach didn’t do stuff like that with the team. We did overnight at the amusement park this year. Remember?”

“Good.” I slipped off his body, and he pushed himself up to look at me.

“What the hell is this all about?”

“I just needed to know.”

Carter tilted his head as he inspected me. “What would’ve happened if I said yes?”

“There would be a few titless strippers walking around.” I paused as I opened the door and looked back at Carter, who was staring at me with his mouth open. “Goodnight.” I smiled and closed his door softly. Only eight months to go, and I was of legal age. Nothing and no one would stop me from having him after that.