Playing The Game - Book Four in The WSU Series

- Chapter Twenty -

"Lizzie Young."

I turn around to be greeted by Kai Bliss— literally another version of Kian, but more fucked in the head. "Kai Bliss," my tone dull as I watch him carefully, you can never be too sure what move he'll pull next. "Missed me?" He asks as he slides onto the seat next to me, "that would involve me thinking of you." I hear his chuckle beside me before his gaze focuses on mine, "how's you and my brother?" He asks throwing me off guard for a second, "I don't know what you mean," I speak innocently before taking a sip of my drink.

"You're in my city, Liz— I know everything," he doesn't attempt to keep his voice down, everyone knows who he is. Everyone can guess what he and his family do, "you do remember I grew up here, right?" I ask before returning my stare to the dance floor in front of me. "I haven't forgotten, the Youngs," he mutters before I then felt his finger brushing a piece of hair behind my hair. "That's right," I lightly grip his wrist in warning, "I'm a Young." In moments like these, I'm proud to be a Young— I shouldn't be, my family name and blood are tainted. Yet, technically I'm no longer one. But Kai doesn't need to know that.

"Soon to be a Bliss," he whispers his sentence, "we had fun back in the day, didn't we?" Kai asks with a smirk, he looks exactly like his brother when he acts like this. "That was the past," I admit and his eyes meet mine, "ah," Kai sighs, "the past." I nod at his words, "yes, the past, before everything that went down," I whisper as I keep my focus on him. He's too young for what he's seen and experienced, even Kian couldn't prevent the corruption of his father. "Let's ignore the past, and focus on the presence," Kai remarks as I scoff, if only it were that simple. "We were friends," I whisper softly as I hold his gaze, "and you betrayed me, you could have warned me," I comment and Kai knows what I'm talking about. "I didn't know he would kill, Pazi," Kai admits.

"What?" I question his honesty, "I didn't know Kian would go as far as risking a war with the Outfit," Kai confesses, "then why did he do it?" Kian said it was because I called Gio instead of him, but Kian was never jealous of my relationship with Giovanni before that moment. Why would he risk war with Chicago, over me? It doesn't make sense, the death of Gio doesn't make sense. Kian didn't gain anything from it, apart from my hate, so why?

After moments of silence, I finally ask my first question, "what do you want, Kai?" I ask beginning to be impatient. "Are you going to answer my question?" His eyes holding a challenge, despite me being older it's clear he's in charge. He's just like Kian in that sense, "and what was that again?" I ask pretending to be naive which he understands, "you and my brother, how's that going?" I let his wrist go to take a sip of my drink, purposely ignoring his question, "did he break your heart again?" I place my glass back down on the table with an audible thud. "What do you know, Kai?" I question, my gaze returning to his which never left me, "as I said— I know everything."

How on Earth would Kai Bliss know about Kian breaking my heart?

"Oh, so you're aware that you're a dick?" I smile sweetly at him, his jaw tightening at my obvious disrespect. He may be important in New York— he may belong to the elitist family here, but let's get one thing straight, I don't care. Maybe once I did— not anymore, the second I get my trust fund I'm leaving. Far away from this fucked up society. Allowing myself everything I've ever wanted, freedom.