Entangled by E.C. Land (i can read books .TXT) 📕

from my friends and head to the bathroom. There’s no way I can stand near the man and watch as he hits on my friend.

In the bathroom, I pull out my phone from the inside of one of my boots. I’d made adjustments to a few of my boots since I love them so much. Sewing in a pouch for my phone to sit in along with my ID and any money I might need. It works for nights like this and I don’t get to wear them that much.

Unlocking my phone, I pull up a number for Uber. Thankfully, there’s one a block away and meets me out front when I make it there, avoiding being seen by anyone. Once in the Uber, I shoot Lillian a text letting her know I’d left and I’d catch her later.

Sitting back in the back seat of the car, I let the tears well in my eyes as doubt sinks in even more so.

By the time the Uber driver drops me off at home, I’m exhausted and thankful the next day is Sunday and I can sleep in somewhat. Because right now, I’m mentally and physically exhausted. Even what my stepfather did isn’t as bad as what I feel right now, thanks to a man I only know from one night of him taking my body in ways I never knew had been possible.

How messed up is that?

A man I barely knew can overrun the scars already marring my soul, and he didn’t even speak a word to me. No, instead, he seemed to be disgusted by me.

Chapter 4

Kenyon

Last night had been one fuckin’ epic failure. Marc, Beau, and a few of the other guys came out with me to have a good time.

We’d been doing just that until I ran into Ry’s nanny, and she introduced me to her friends. And lo and behold, she’s best friends with the one woman I can’t get out of my head. I’d finally gone out after two months of being consumed by thoughts in the middle of the night of her in order to fuck her out of my head with some other random bitch.

Now I know her name to match her beautiful face.

Fuck me.

Glancing at the clock, I sigh and get up. I shower quickly and head out to get Ryland from Mitch’s house. I thank them for keeping him but don’t stick around long enough for them to question me about last night.

Marc and Beau know who Zoe is and were with me the night I’d fucked Enya.

Shit, even her name has me growing hard now thinking of the surprise in her gaze last night when she saw me. When she excused herself last night, she never came back, and it pissed me off that she’d be careless enough to leave a club on her own.

Even Lillian and Zoe were upset about it.

Getting back to the house, I pull Ryland out of his car seat and take him inside. I shoot a text to Lillian and ask her to come over. She lives in the place I’d converted over the garage and it works for us.

Thirty minutes later, Lillian comes into the house looking hungover and miserable.

“What’s up, boss man?” she asks, heading toward the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water before turning her attention to Ryland. She speaks to him in his swing I have set up where I can see him from the counter where I’m making breakfast.

“Did your friend get home okay last night?” I mutter the question, not wanting to seem overly concerned.

“Yeah, Enya got home fine last night. I don’t know what happened to make her leave like that, but clubs aren’t her scene. Zoe and I dragged her out to have some fun. Normally she’s trying to stay on the down-low, not making anything about her.” Lillian shrugs.

Hmm, I wonder what that means?

“So what does she do?” I question, avoiding the look Lillian cast in my direction.

“She owns a bookstore that also has coffee. Zoe works with her, and she lives in the place over it,” Lillian says, emphasizing where Enya lives.

I don’t need her to do that. I already know where Enya lives. I know all too well. Images of that night, taking her against the wall by the door, her legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into her. Moving us further into the house and laying her on the table where I blew my load. Shit, that night I’d been consumed by her and didn’t even think to put a condom on. That never happens to me.

“You know what she did last night could have been dangerous for her. You all need to be more careful when you go out. From now on, if you wanna go out with your friends, let me know. I’ll get one of the boys to watch out for you all,” I grumble, flipping the bacon.

“Kenyon, you don’t have to do that. I know what Enya did last night by leaving wasn’t good but she’s not stupid,” Lillian states, moving further into the kitchen and taking the fork out of my hand. “Now move before you burn the bacon. You made me get up early, and I don’t wanna eat burnt bacon.”

Grinning, I release the cooking to Lillian and move to the coffee pot to refill my mug. “You know I look at you as part of the family. I trust you with Ryland and you put up with my mood. So yeah, I do have to for you and your friends. No one messes with my family and you know the reasons why. From now on, you guys have a man on you,” I declare. Lillian isn’t stupid. She knows what I do for a living. Hell, the woman even washes blood out of my clothes like a fuckin’ pro and she does this without even saying a word.

“Aww, boss man, you’re getting all sentimental on me now. I’m touched, but can we