The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle (61 page)

Kyler nearly bolted off his stool, but if he did, he'd be no better than Rory. Violence in any form wasn't his way. Besides, stupidity was stupidity, no matter the excuses one tried to give. “Which I don't give a shit about.” He rose from the stool and swiped his badge off the bar, gripping it tight in his hands. “You should know I have a PI watching you.”

Rory's eyes narrowed. “Oh, yeah?”

He ignored Rory for the piece of shit he was, and added, “Ella ran from you. Now you'll be the one running. If you're not on a plane by tomorrow morning…” Heat burned through him with every word he spoke. “I'll find you.”

Rory lifted his chin, glaring. “Threats by an officer. You might not be the only one with an advantage.”

Kyler smiled, knowing it looked deadly. He pressed his hands against the cool, marble bar and leaned down into Rory's face. “Don't forget you're in Vegas. You're far away from your cop friends, and you're in
my
city. On this matter, and where Ella is involved, heed my warning. Do not push me.”

Heading toward the kitchen to grab more desserts, Ella smiled at the laughter spreading out in her living room. It'd been years since she'd had such happiness in a house that belonged to her. The pasta dinner Cora had brought had been fabulous, as were Kenzie's salad and Presley's homemade rolls, though no one drank wine because of the plans to attend Club Sin tonight.

She glanced over her shoulder, and Kyler sat on the couch with Porter, Dmitri, and Aidan smiling at something they were discussing. Presley, Kenzie, and Cora were talking to Sawyer near the reading nook by the glass windows. Ella thought this group of friends made friendship look easy.

They were all so comfortable with one another. Conversation never halted, nor did laughter, among them. She wondered if seeing one another have sex produced that comfort level, but there seemed to be more to it.

They respected and loved one another.

She felt grateful to be a part of it.

After she grabbed the tray out of the fridge, she placed it on the counter and her gaze drifted back to Kyler.
God
, this man, he overwhelmed her. Everything should feel perfect: She had some new great friends, she and Aidan had worked everything out to the point she didn't feel at all awkward, and she was having the best sex of her life.

But things didn't feel perfect.

She felt…
unsteady
.

Kyler seemed at ease, simply taking in the moment. She wanted to know that side of him, the real
Master Kyler
. She wanted him to be the Dom who played without worry of a woman suffering from abuse. And the Dom that she saw when he interacted with his friends—the laid-back man she'd first met at Aidan's wedding.

The man who took her to his bed, all because passion led him there. The sexy-as-sin man who smiled that charming grin and did what he wanted with a dominant edge that first attracted her. Sighing to herself, she took off the plastic wrapping from the squares she'd made earlier.

She knew Kyler wanted her to share what had happened that night with Rory, and
perhaps that's what kept him at a distance. But how would he react if he knew how hard it'd been for her? If he knew how broken she'd been after that night with Rory? How long she'd cried? How long she had suffered day after day before she pulled herself back together again?

What started out between them as casual and fun had suddenly become messy. When had things turned so intense? Become so emotional? Feeling tension rise in her chest, she shut the thoughts down, refusing to go there. Her past made complicated look simple. She wasn't that scared-and-lonely woman anymore. She'd left those parts of her behind in Savannah with the rest of her pain.

This
woman was who he liked.

She didn't intend to change his view of her anytime soon.

Suddenly, warm arms slid around her, and she snapped out of her thoughts. Smiling, she leaned into Kyler's warm body at her back. “What is going on in that pretty mind of yours?” he asked.

She turned in his arms and smiled. “Just thinking about you.”

His head cocked in that sexy way, and that slow grin crossed his face. “Then you're thinking wonderful, desirable things?”

“Well, of course.” She laughed.

He chuckled with her, then leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers in a modest kiss. When he broke away, his eyes searched hers. “You're quiet tonight.”

Dammit
.

Why did her mind have to be running wild? Here, in his arms, things were better than they'd ever been. Why couldn't that be enough? Why did he want more of her, and why did she want more of him? Why couldn't they just be content and have kept things casual and light?

She shrugged. “Just thinking, I guess.”

One brow lifted. “About?”

If this can work between us? I want all of you. You want all me. But somehow we're just not getting there fast enough
. “Just stuff.”

His gaze drifted over her shoulder, taking in the others within earshot. Then his soft eyes returned to hers. “Now isn't the time to talk. But, tell me, is everything all right?”

She wiggled against him, running her hands up his chest, trying to remind them both of this side of their relationship. The uncomplicated part, where two bodies simply yearned for each
other. “Yeah, I'm okay.”
This passion is real, intense, and perfect. It's the rest that's a stinkin' mess
.

Tension creased the corners of his eyes. “Somehow I don't believe you.”

She stilled in his arms as hardness formed in his features. Yet this was different, nothing she'd ever seen before. His eyes blazed in a possessive want. More and more, she saw that side of him. But more and more, she was beginning to wonder if it'd be enough. “For now, you'll just have to.”

A frown pulled at his mouth and his lips parted to reply, when a sudden round of knocking sounded at her door.
Loud knocking
. Every head turned toward the door, and Ella's blood ran ice cold. Now it wasn't only knocking, someone was kicking the door and yelling.

Ella shut her eyes, cursing the damn fool who had allowed Rory into her building.

Bang. Knock. Bang
. “Open the fucking door! You're my damn wife!”

She froze, unable to move, as Kyler's features slowly darkened. Oh, the possessiveness was palpable. The rage heady. Past the shock that Rory was beating down her door, embarrassment washed over Ella as she stepped out of Kyler's arms.

Rubbing her hands over her arms, she looked from face to face, as everyone remained statue still. Presley had wide eyes, with her hands covering her mouth. Cora and Kenzie were glancing around, seemingly stunned. And all of the Club Sin Masters were looking to Kyler.

“Um,” Kenzie finally said, breaking through the thick silence between the loud bangs on the door. “Some crazy dude is at your door. Shouldn't someone go handle that?”

The lack of movement in the room was nearly as awkward as the confusion in the moment. Thoughts rushed through Ella's mind of some way to get out of this, but how could she? Her past and present collided together, and she couldn't run.

Now everyone knows…

Why deny it?

They all got a firsthand view of how fucked up her life was. She should've known that the second things were good for her, something would ruin it all. It always happened. Nothing ever worked out. “He's my husband,” she barely managed, moving to the door, since it now shook on his hinges.

Presley dropped her hands. “Wait. You're married?”

Before Ella could reply, Kyler said with a stern voice, “Ella, stop right where you are.”

Her steps faltered and she hugged herself, shutting her eyes.
Why?

For once, she had something good. She had new, amazing friends. She had a great guy in her life that she hoped could forget about Rory and her dark past. Curling around herself, she realized fate was a nasty bitch that for some reason had it out for her.

When Kyler's warm body pressed against Ella's from behind, she opened her eyes, staring at the shaking door. His soft voice came beside her ear. “Go over to Presley.”

She turned to him, but he wasn't looking at her. His gaze was transfixed on the door. Doing as he asked, Ella went to Presley's side.
God, what must they all think of me?
Every single person in this room seemed so put-together. So happy. So sure of themselves.

Presley took Ella's hand, giving her a look. “Why would you not tell us about him?”

Ella parted her lips to give a reply, when suddenly Rory yelled, “That fucking scar won't be the last one I leave on you! Let me the fuck in! You dirty cunt!”

Kyler stiffened.

All of the Club Sin Masters stood from their seats but stayed where they stood. Everyone remained focused on Kyler as he approached the door.

Cora sighed, moving to Ella's side and taking up her other hand. “Okay, I guess that's why you never told us.”

Ella couldn't move. Couldn't speak.

This cannot be happening
.

Rory kicked at the door again, yelling words that Ella couldn't make out simply because he was in a rage fueled by alcohol. Her insides shook at the memory of the last time she'd seen Rory like this.

When Kyler opened the door, a cold fear swept into Ella's soul as she stared at not the Rory she had once loved, but the drunk Rory who terrified her. Cool and collected as always, Kyler's voice sounded calm. “I believe I was clear when I told you to go home and to stay away from Ella.”

In a speed that her eyes couldn't register, Kyler had a hand wrapped around the back of Rory's neck and took him down to the ground. She stood in shock, unsure of what surprised her more.

The fact that Kyler had disabled Rory, pressing a knee to his back in less time than it took her to blink.

Or the realization that Kyler had confronted Rory as if they'd met before.

Outside of Ella's condo, red and blue lights lit up the night sky as Kyler leaned against the police car.
Fuck
, his thoughts stayed with Ella, and the embarrassment she must have experienced. He never intended for anyone in Club Sin to learn of what happened to her, especially in
this
manner.

“He's something special.”

Following the direction Porter was looking, Kyler spotted the second cruiser. Rory kicked the window of the police car, screaming obscenities and spitting. He folded his arms and grumbled, “Something special indeed.”

“I take it you approached him?” Porter asked.

Kyler nodded, glancing away from the cruiser. “Thought that'd be the end of it and that he would see Ella's not alone. I thought that by his knowing that I'm a cop it would smarten him up.” He rubbed his exhausted eyes and sighed. “I didn't expect him to show up tonight and pull this fucking stunt.”

“Possibly, he felt pressed,” Porter offered.

“I'm sure he did.” In fact, Kyler surmised that's exactly what happened and Rory had drunk himself into a craze. Perhaps Rory realized tonight there was no hope left for him and Ella. Part of Kyler was glad he'd been there when Rory showed up. The other part of him felt like a piece of shit for working Rory up enough that he'd caused this to happen.

He scanned the area, seeing his fellow cops talking to Dmitri and Aidan, while taking notes. It came of no surprise when he made the call that more than one cruiser showed up. More to the point, Kyler didn't doubt that his father would be asking questions when he saw him next.

“Poor girl, if that's what she had to face,” Porter said, staring at Rory, who used both feet to kick at the window.

Kyler had seen such behavior before, many times. Booze and a certain type of individuals didn't mix, bringing out anger that looked animalistic. No sane part of Rory lived in him now. But a real man wouldn't drink, if he knew alcohol made him this way.

Porter added, “Must've been scary.”

“I'd imagine so,” Kyler replied, which only tugged at his heart, reminding him how little Ella shared with him.

He'd been trained in how to deal with drunken assholes, and had the muscle mass to ensure he kept them at bay. Sweet Ella had none of those things. But why was it so hard for her to tell him how afraid she'd been? He craved her vulnerability like a drug…and yet he doubted he'd get his fix.

As Rory got in three good kicks on the window, the rookie, Maggie, strode up to her cruiser, then opened the door just as Rory was about to kick it again. She said in a controlled voice, “Do that again and we'll tie you down, so you can't. The choice is yours. Make good decisions.”

Kyler shook his head, suspecting Rory would be put in the restraint chair when they returned to the station. But past all that, he felt sorry for Ella that she had once had to deal with Rory on her own.

It should never have happened.

For doing what Rory did to her, abuse to a woman who couldn't defend herself, Kyler wished death—or something far worse—on the man in the cruiser.

“All right?”

Turning to Dmitri, Kyler muttered, “Yeah.”

Dmitri's brows drew together as he pressed a hand against Kyler's shoulder. “Sorry to hear you've been dealing with this. I suspected something of this nature was going on with her, but I didn't know it still affected her.” His gaze flicked to the cruiser, and he frowned. “Or that the problem was so violent.”

Aidan sidled up to them, and his hands were tucked firmly into the pockets of his jeans. His eyes narrowed on the cruiser, blazing red hot. “So,
that's
what this is all about?”

Kyler inclined his head.

“Fuck.” Aidan yanked his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms. “I wish she would have told me about this. I could have helped her, or at least provided more security for her at work.”

You and me both
. “She didn't tell me, either,” Kyler replied.

Aidan's head whipped around to Kyler, his brows drawn together. “How did you find out about it, then?”

Kyler scraped a hand over his face and muttered, “Ella called in to the Savannah PD when Rory approached her. A friend of his from Savannah is on the force and wanted us to keep an eye out for him.”

“Christ,” Aidan grunted. “She doesn't deserve this.”

“She doesn't deserve a lot of the shit that has happened to her.” Kyler pushed off the cruiser and approached Maggie. “Take Rory back to the station. Give him coffee and let him sober up.” He hesitated, considering next steps. “Don't call your friend in Savannah just yet. All right?”

She nodded, her eyes searching his. “Anything else I can do?”

He imagined every cop in the vicinity knew this was personal to Kyler. He couldn't hide his emotions. Not now. Not with having all of this explode in Ella's face. All he'd wanted to do was protect her from more pain, and somehow he had failed. “That's good for now. I'll be at the station soon.”