Revved Up Soul

Chapter 22

Kayla

It was always so painful not hearing from Luke, why couldn't he just call me? I was always the one having to contact him. Kayla tossed the pill in her hand up into the air, catching it with her mouth – she liked to make games out of everything. She pumped her fist, skin white as ivory, and walked over lackadaisically to the master bedroom. The apartment, in which she and Luke Reynolds lived, was wildly lavish – all modern white and black and polished to a perfect shine. Then again, if it wasn't, Kayla Rochester would make certain that daddy Rochester was made aware – not that she had to run to her father, she was more than capable of problem solving on her own.

The world started to feel heavy, but in a good way – it was nice for things to slow down. That was why she took her 'medication'. Kayla opened the door and walked inside the master bedroom, running her long fingers through her red pixie style hair – scratching an itch.

She felt a pang deep in her chest. It's already so late, where the hell are you? She let out a breath, hoping she might expel all the simmering anger below. She passingly wondered why Audacity had kept crashing for her earlier in the day; making a mental note to ask some of her online friends about the issue.

Trying to extinguish the anger below never seemed to work. The bed itself was queen sized, shades of gray with four regal posts that reached for the ceiling; the floor a pristine white made of natural stone, adorned with black and grey flecks. She caught her reflection from the corner of her eye when she looked down to the end table on her side of the bed. Kayla had what most men would call cold cloudy morning eyes. She just saw them as blue.

Her heart tapped against her breastbone, warmth pulsing through her sluggish body – it felt like Randy was on her again, pushing her down by the shoulders; a sickness spread through her and the corner of her mouth downturned.

Disgusting, subhuman scum.

Kayla reached her fingers towards the music box, electricity dancing between the ends of her digits and the item. It was a simple box, no larger than both of her hands put together, its wood a rich, luscious brown with natural age rings and other marks adorning it. It was cut in the shape of a small chest, with a keyhole and a golden plate around said hole – of course there was no key for it, that was just for show. Kayla pressed her finger against the hole and willed herself to lift it. It was if a hundred little voices in her mind chorused in darkly dulcet tones, was it wrong? If it was then, why did it feel so good? Besides, it had to happen.

She stopped and craned her head to look behind her person when she heard the sound of the front door being jangled.

Luke, she thought, and the shadows all fled. A moment later she was at the front door opening it for her lover before he could even open it himself. Joy licked at her sides and a smile walked along the lines of her face, but it quickly turned to concern when she saw the bandage on Luke's face – specks of dark red were dotted on the man, as if he had been thrown through glass. "Babyyy," she put a hand to her chest, pressing between her ample bust.

The roughed up man was wickedly handsome, a perfect amount of stubble framing his face – and of course the thing she loved most about him, his dark brown and blue eyes. He pushed past Kayla and closed the door, raking a hand through his black hair, which was done into a small ponytail. "I'm okay," he replied.

He's such a terrible liar; I hope he makes me fuck the truth out of him. Kayla coiled her arms around the man's waist, "Tell me what happened babe," she reached a hand down to his crotch and felt for his cock, relishing the idea of riding it. Her eyes fell down to his hip, noting the partially exposed Glock.

Luke shrugged Kayla off of his person and spun on his heel to face her, walking backwards slowly, "I'm not in the mood," another lie, "and its club business so just get me a Coors and let's call it a night." He never did take that chain off of his neck. It served as a grim reminder.