Dangerous Beauty: Part Four: Beautifully Broken (20 page)

But that all seemed useless now.

And he hadn’t even been upset when he’d first come to the door either. No. He’d taken his time, he’d calmed himself down, hell, he’d even called his father and had a talk with both him and his little brother so that he wouldn’t lose his self in a jealous rage. The call had been short, but highly effective in simmering Kyle’s anger. Which was what he’d needed at the time to keep him from ordering the team of men that he was stuck with—due to his high ranking position—to brutally murder that pretty-boy fucker that spent half the night putting his fucking hands,
and mouth
, all over Kyle’s woman.

His father had convinced him not to kill the man.

“Son,” he’d sighed, when Kyle had told him what he’d wanted to do.

Kyle had only planned on going to her house after he’d left his father’s because he hadn’t trusted that she’d answer the phone if he called. After all, she’d been avoiding him, so he felt it better that they talk face-to-face. And why not? His parents’ home was close to Pleasant View, and there was no need to go all the way back to Manhattan without stopping to see her; he had been spending the last two weeks missing her after all.

And he’d thought she’d been missing him, too, but man had he been wrong.

Walking out of the park in the middle of town, hand in hand with some fucking ivy league looking prick had been where he’d first spotted her.

“Do you not recall our conversation earlier, Kyle?” his father had asked. “I thought I told you not to let jealousy drive your actions …”

Kyle’s jaw tightened. “I’m not,” he’d argued through clenched teeth.

“Really?” he chuckled. “Okay, so let me see if I’ve heard you right so far then, son. On your way to her house, you saw Reanna on a date.”

“Correct,” Kyle confirmed, never tearing his eyes from the car where the woman he wanted more than anything on this earth was currently being violated.

“Oookay,” his father said, still sounding amused. “And so, when you saw that she was on this date, instead of doing the decent thing …”

“Leaving,” Mickey laughed in the background.

Kyle rolled his eyes at his brother’s presence on what was supposed to be a private call to his father. “Pop, can you go to a room where Mikilo is not? Or at least take me off speaker.” The man was always eavesdropping, trying to insert himself
and
his opinions in Kyle’s business. “Can’t you find something else to do?” he said to his brother. “I thought you’d gone to bed.”

“Enough of that now, Kyle,” his father chided. “Your brother only wishes to help.”

“Right,” Mickey said, his tone smug. “I’m helping …”

Kyle grunted in frustration. Fucking idiot. “Your silence would be help enough, Mikilo, thank you in advance for that.”

“Well my silence isn’t something that I’m offering, big brother,” he countered. “Now, stop being a whiny bitch and let’s focus on the problem at hand. It’s not my fault you decided to stalk your nanny during my snack hour.”

His nostrils flared in annoyance. “She isn’t my nanny,” he snapped. “She’s more than that.”

“I don’t need you to tell me that, Kyle. I already knew. It was you that didn’t. That’s why you’re in the position you’re in now.”

Even though what Mickey had said was the truth, Kyle still wanted to reach through the phone and choke his little brother, but alas, he had no more time to argue. He’d called his father for advice. He needed to know what to do …

“Whatever,” he grumbled. “Stay if you like, just shut the fuck up and keep your opinions to yourself.”

“I’m not making promises, Kyle.”

“All right, both of you shut up,” their father interjected. “We need to focus, Kyle. You’ve just spent the last two hours following Reanna while she’s on a date with another man.”

“I know that!” Kyle yelled, raking his fingers through his hair.

He knew he was stalking, and maybe even a bit out of line for doing so, but he couldn’t control himself. Leaving wasn’t an option now that he’d witnessed what he had. Every time he even thought to tell his driver to go home, his stomach would twist in an unbearable knot.

“I don’t need you to tell me what I did, Pop. I need you to tell me what to do!”

“Go home,” his father said simply.

Kyle immediately shook his head. “Impossible.” He’d fucking rip that guy’s head off before he left him alone with Reanna tonight. He was almost positive the man was over there trying to convince Reanna to invite him in, the fucking ‘Leave it to Beaver’ looking bitch. Kyle would have already been inside, no fucking coercing needed. “I’m not leaving,” he repeated. “I need a way to leave that doesn’t involve death.”

If he killed the bastard Reanna would surely hate him, then he’d never have a chance with her. The fucker had to live …

“There is no way,” Mikilo said. “You just have to be patient, brother. You brought this on yourself.”

Kyle frowned. “What the hell do you know, Mickey?” It wasn’t like the man was in the most stable relationship his damn self, so what the hell would Kyle look like taking relationship advice from him?

“Please, Kyle,” Mickey snorted. “I know more about women than you do, especially in this type of situation.”

“Sure you do …”

“I do, asswipe. You’ve spent too much time fucking and leaving women to know anything about them. All you know his how to charm them, get what you want, then throw ’em out like yesterday’s fucking trash.”

Kyle didn’t respond. Only because denying what his brother just said would make him a liar, and Kyle wasn’t a liar. He knew the man he once was, and he was aware of all that he’d done. It was true that he was ashamed of his actions, but not enough to lie to himself. That he refused to do.

“If you want some advice on what to do now, then allow me to enlighten both you and my father.”

Though Mickey’s smug attitude was frustrating the shit out of him, Kyle wasn’t in the position to turn down his brother’s help. He didn’t like it, but he was pretty much lost when it came to this ‘love and feelings’ shit, and he was too fucking desperate to turn down any advice that would end whatever the fuck was happening between Reanna and the man that was still fucking forcing himself on her in that goddamn car!

Groaning, he made himself look away. “Just hurry up and tell me what to do.”

Mickey chuckled. “My, how the tables have turned, big brother. You asking me for advice on women.” He laughed a little harder. “I’m surprised you didn’t go to Nathan.”

“Mickey!” Kyle snapped. “Will you just shut the fuck up and tell me what I need to do?” He had about five more seconds to talk Kyle off of the ledge or else he was going over, and taking that blond motherfucker over there with him.

“Cool your fucking jets, man. Jesus.” He sighed. “Patience is the key, number one …”

“I don’t have time for patience, Mick. I want to go over there and pull them both out of the fucking car and take Reanna back to my place where I know that motherfucker will never touch her again …”

“Well, I can pretty much guarantee you that attacking her date and abducting her is the wrong thing to do. She’d drop your ass if she knew you even thought of something so stupid. We’re not talking about some illiterate bitch, Kyle, we’re talking about Reanna. She doesn’t put up with shit like that. And she wouldn’t appreciate such aggression. You’ll scare her.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” he snapped again.

He heard Mickey release a long breath. “Then act like you know her. First of all, do not make your presence known, Kyle. Stay away from that car, and away from her date.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Don’t leave. Just watch …”

Pausing at his brother’s words, Kyle’s frown deepened. Watch? “What?”

“I said watch, brother,” he repeated.

His mouth dropped a bit, and he couldn’t manage a reply. What the fuck was his brother talking about?

Of course, never one to disappoint, Mickey explained himself in his own little special way. “Don’t act like you’re not already watching, Kyle. I can hear that murderous rage in your voice. You want to harm whomever it is Reanna is with. Not because he took her out on some weak ass date, but because he’s attempting to fuck her … as we speak. Am I right?”

Reluctantly, Kyle glanced back over to the car just in time to see the man lean over to Reanna again. This time, she didn’t seem too timid as she’d been in the beginning. She sunk her fingers into the man’s hair while she returned his kiss with equal passion.

Kyle’s grip tightened on the door. What the fuck!

“You need to watch them, Kyle. Watch what he’s doing to your woman … what she does to him.”

Kyle resisted the urge to jam his fist through the window next to him. “You’re fucking sick, Mickey.” Kyle had no time to put up with his brother’s twisted ass advice.

“Call me sick if you want to, but what I tell you is effective. You need to watch them—”

“Why the fuck would I need to do that?”

“To acknowledge that it was you that brought this on yourself ...”

Kyle didn’t respond.

“If she is yours as you say she is, no man other than you should have her, but that isn’t the case here. You lingered. You bedded another woman for nearly two years, and Reanna is single because you refused to admit your desire until it was too late. Technically, she’s free to do what or whoever she wants.”

Fury. That was the only way to explain Kyle’s current state, especially after hearing the words his brother had just said to him. “I assure you, brother,” Kyle growled, “no words could be further from the truth.” Reanna was
not
free to fuck any man, that was unless she wanted an insurmountable amount of blood on her hands.

“Your jealousy makes you irrational, Kyle. The woman is free. She is still single.”

“She is
mine
.”

“Yours she is not, Kyle. And if I’m remembering correctly, this is the way you wanted it to be.”

That was it. Kyle opened the door. “I changed … my mind.”

“Sadly, brother, changing one’s mind at the last minute doesn’t come without its consequences.”

He opened the door wider, then placed one leg out of the car. Never had a plot to murder felt so right to him. Normally, he prided himself on his outstanding control, but there was something about this moment, something about being a bit
out
of control that excited him immensely. It was almost as if he were having an out of body experience. The urge to dismember the man that dared attempt to claim what belonged to Kyle felt almost … natural. Primal even. “You’re not helping, Mickey.” He stepped out of the car fully, then used his free hand to reach for his gun. It was funny really; he’d only just made the decision to commit the murder, but he had to admit, he felt better already. “She’ll forgive me, with time …”

He’d said the words more so to himself than his brother. But Mickey still responded.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I believe she will hate you for not only killing that man, but for putting his death on her conscience, for making her feel responsible …”

Shit
, Kyle thought, stopping himself before he reached his gun,
what the fuck is wrong with me?
He’d almost lost his fucking mind there for a second. Sitting back in his seat, he ran his hand down his face.

“You need to ask yourself if you really want this woman, Kyle. If this is not just your pride talking.”

“It’s not,” he groaned, exhausted with himself. “I want her. I really do, I just can’t take … this.” He motioned toward the car even though he knew his brother couldn’t see it.

“Well then,” Mickey said, “take my advice and watch them. If she is yours as you say she is, then she will not take it too far. Women like your Reanna are ruled by their hearts. If her heart is yours, then her body is, too. Watch them, and take comfort in the knowledge that after tonight she will truly be yours. No man, besides you, will ever have the pleasure of touching her that way again.”

“Then what?” Kyle asked, finally taking the advice his little brother had to offer.

“Simple,” Mickey said, a smile in his voice. “Once she’s alone, you wait a significant amount of time, then you go to her door.”

“And …”

“Charm the woman, Kyle. Spend time with her, talk to her, show her how much you desire her without forcing yourself on her, and don’t be afraid to reveal how much you need her. Stop beating around the bush, and make your move. Talk, have an argument; whatever it takes. You’re ready for that, and so is she. Then, after you’ve gotten all of that shit out of the way, after you’ve finally get her on your side again … fuck her until she forgets the name of every man she’s ever met besides you.”

Inhaling a sharp breath, Kyle closed his eyes and nodded his head. Yep. There was his little brother. No matter the case, every time Mickey lent—often unwanted—advice regarding a woman, his advice always finished with ‘fuck her into submission’.

It never failed to catch him off guard.

“You’re welcome in advance, brother,” he’d said smugly.

And Kyle had actually taken the advice.