BENNETT MAFIA

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

Present day

Kai Bennett still looked the same as he had on that day: smoldering black eyes, prominent cheekbones, the same luscious features as all of his siblings.

I remembered that day, and I hated it, but the same shiver curled around my spine. It was writhing around me, because this was bad. This was so bad.

“Who wants to try Eggwhite Chips and throw up with me?” Carol tossed the bags of snacks on the counter. “Anyone? Anyone?” Her voice dropped to imitate the “Bueller? Bueller?” line from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Rustling through the bags, she continued, “By the way, I got that new job, so after you give me a round of applause, I was thinking we could all get wasted tonight. The job pays better. More money for the bills, right?”

The rustling stopped.

Her voice grew clearer. “Anyone? Wasted? Bueller?”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

I had to look away, but I couldn’t.

Blade had hit the pause button when Carol came in, so I was staring at those dark eyes and feeling my insides shrivel into a puddle.

I was lost in my memories again. I’d returned to that day.

I hadn’t been prepared that day. I’d thought I was, considering the status of Kai and his family. But that day had been the first real eye opener for me as to how powerful the Bennett family was—and by Bennett family, I really mean The Bennett Family.

They were mafia, and they were ruthless.

Brooke had gotten word that her father and brother were coming to visit her.

We had visitor days at Hillcrest, but for Brooke to be pulled out of class and be waiting for them on the front steps of the school wasn’t normal. If a family called ahead, they would have the student waiting for them, but usually in her room, not the front steps. And not with her roommate/best friend acting as a source of support.

Brooke had been pale when I pushed open those doors, hunched over with her arms wrapped around her knees. She’d lifted her head to look at me, and I saw tears streaks on her face. They were fresh.

Even as I sat beside her, she couldn’t stop crying to talk. A gurgling sound had come out of her throat when she tried, so eventually I’d just told her it’d be fine.

I’d had no idea what would be fine, but I didn’t know what else to say.

I’d pulled her into my arms, cleaned off the streaked mascara and tears, and stroked her hair and back. We sat there for forty-five minutes. The bell rang, and I tensed, knowing some of the girls would come out to see what was going on. A few of the classrooms had windows facing where we were so I had no doubt they’d seen us.

When no one came out, I glanced back.

The headmistress and three other instructors were there, their arms wide, blocking people from coming to us. I saw them shoo the others away until the next class started, and even then, the headmistress had stayed.

She looked at me, and I saw her fear.

It was brief and gone so quickly, but it stuck deep in me.

Thinking back on it now, I realized that’d been the first time I felt afraid of Kai Bennett. There’d been an uneasiness when Brooke talked about him, or because she wouldn’t talk about him. She talked about Cord. She was proud of him. She gushed about Tanner, and she adored Jonah. But Kai? There was a tension. She’d been scared of him.

Before, I had only thought she—I didn’t know what I’d thought. I hadn’t, I guess. I’d just known there was an air of mystery around him, and though I’d tried not to be, in a reverse kind of way, I had been the most fascinated with him.

Out of their whole family, Kai Bennett was the most.

He was the best looking.

He had their dark and hypnotic eyes, but they were more with him. More smoldering. More hypnotic. More powerful.

More alluring.

He had the same facial features as the others—a perfect, lush mouth, as if formed just for kissing. And he had the body of a professional soccer player or surfer. There wasn’t an inch of softness in his pictures, and I felt my face flushing even now as I remembered how often his picture had captivated me. It had been his face that I studied the most, dreamed about the most, and fantasized about the most.

But that day he had killed it.

When their cars pulled into the school’s two-mile driveway, Brooke had stood. Moments later, she’d buckled.

I’d caught her, an arm around her to hold her upright, and she’d begun to shake.

She kept hiccupping as she sobbed, but she faced forward the whole time. She never turned away. Her hand gripped mine until it went numb.

A black SUV pulled up to the school and rolled forward.

A second SUV stopped right in front of us.

A third SUV parked behind it.

A fourth lingered in the driveway, partially blocking anyone else from pulling up if they had tried.

I wasn’t prepared for the spectacle that came after that.

All of the doors had opened at once.

The drivers of all four cars got out and stood guard.

Then the passenger doors opened, and more guards emerged, taking point.

The only two doors that had remained closed were the back two on the SUV right in front of us. The second SUV.

Two guards approached. They went to each side of the second vehicle, and as one, as if they’d rehearsed (and they might’ve), they opened the doors.

An older man wearing a suit stepped out of the door closest to us. He wasn’t tall; he was average height—maybe around five eight?—and he had a full head of graying dark hair. I saw the same eyes, the same chin that Brooke had, the same face as hers and her brothers’.

This was her father.

She barely ever talked about him.

She’d never talked about her mom, either.

It was only Cord, Tanner, and Jonah.

No father, no mother, and hardly any Kai.

I’d looked over to the other side of the SUV, and he’d been standing there.

I’d sucked in my breath.

Everything had paused for a second—it was like the world felt a full glitch.

I had not been prepared for Kai Bennett.

Then again, how could I? It’s not normal. He’s not normal.

In photos, his pull was excessive, but in person? It was astronomical.

He’d looked up and sought his sister first. Brooke had stilled, as if feeling his gaze, and then his eyes had moved to me.

I’d felt a punch in the sternum, along with a full blast of ice.

He was cold. He was calculating. And he was ruthless. I felt it all at once.

The air had sizzled around him, power coming off of him in waves as he’d rounded the car to stand beside their father.

I’d felt a tug in my gut toward the elder Bennett. He was dangerous too. I couldn’t have explained how I knew, but I felt it. I could taste it. Brooke’s father wasn’t the more dangerous of the two. Kai was. I couldn’t take my eyes from his face. And he knew it—and how I felt that too, I had no idea.

He’d known the effect he had on me, and it wasn’t normal, but he didn’t care. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, heating my neck and cheeks, and it was only then that I tore my gaze away to bring Brooke closer to me. I wasn’t sure if I was comforting her or myself.

“Papa,” she’d rasped out, her body stiff in my arms.

“My daughter.”

My skin had crawled when I heard his voice.

I’d tried to check my reaction, but when I looked away, my gaze skimmed over Kai, and his nostrils flared. He knew what I felt in response to their father; I couldn’t hide it. Instead, I lowered my head and held still. I was a statue, the way I’d been when my father paced the house, in the moments his anger left their bedroom.

“Dude!” A hand waved in front of my face.

I crashed back to reality. It left a sour taste in my mouth.

I was here in the cabin, not at the school. Not on those steps. Here, Cowtown. Calgary. I wasn’t there anymore, but man, I felt trapped in the past.

“Riley.” Carol’s head turned as she spoke to someone. “She’s out, like out out. It’s weird.”

Carol stepped backward as Blade came forward.

I pulled myself out of my memories and gazed at them, standing together as they regarded me, their arms crossed over their chests.

“I’m fine. Sorry.” My insides trembled. I coughed and tried to steady my voice. “I mean it. I just got…shaken for a bit.”

Blade grunted. “I’ll say.” He went back to his computer and turned off the news a second later.

They stared at me.

“You know the Bennett mafia family?” Carol asked, speaking almost as gently as Mrs. Patricia had all those years ago.

That was the crux of it all. Even all those years ago, I’d known who they were.

There’d been another time, one I didn’t piece together until later when I’d heard my father speak of them, and he’d been scared. He’d been on the phone in his study, and I’d been passing by the door. I’d heard him and stopped.

I’d never heard my father scared, and he was terrified that day.

I’d pressed my ear to the door, and I hadn’t moved until he’d ended his phone call. I didn’t know who the Bennett mafia were at that point. I just knew the name Bennett made my dad nervous, and I’d figured that was a good thing to know. A very good thing to know.

Maybe I should’ve put two and two together the first day I met Brooke, but it hadn’t been like that.

Brooke was bubbly. She was one of those girls who could’ve had anything or anyone, even at that age, and she was still nice. That amount of power corrupted a person, but not her.

Even though she was an extrovert and lively and opinionated and loud, she was warm and mostly down-to-earth. Okay, maybe not down-to-earth, but she was kind. That overrode everything.

She was humble. She was extra, but she was humble.

That had said so much to me, even back then, and as I looked at the black screen where her brother’s image had been not long ago, I wondered if she had remained true to herself until she went missing.

I felt Carol and Blade waiting for me to talk. Lowering my head, like I’d done all those years ago, I started to explain. “For a year and a half of my life, before everything went to s**t, Brooke was my best friend.”

• • •

It was two-fifteen in the morning, and I stared at my roommates.

They were curled up in blankets, sleeping in the living room. Blade had taken the chair, his long legs resting on the coffee table. Carol was twisted in her blanket on the couch across from me. A dribble of drool glistened on her chin, and her hair had fallen over her face.

They’d sat and listened to me as I told them everything.

What I’d said wasn’t a total revelation. Blade knew I knew Brooke Bennett. They just hadn’t known how much I cared for her or how much I loathed her brother. I’d told them about the day her brother and father came to see her.

I’d told them how Brooke’s father took her into the park, how she didn’t want to go with him.

How they’d talked.

How Kai Bennett had stared at me as we both waited, his eyes lifeless and cold.

I told them how I’d been scared to move, to look at him, to make a sound. I’d felt the same fury and violence from him that I’d seen from my father, and it had almost made me piss myself.

And then I told them how as I stood there, I’d heard Brooke cry out.

She’d folded to the ground, sobbing, as her father stood over her.

He’d just watched—watched as his little girl, his only girl, fell apart in front of him, and he hadn’t made a move to comfort her.

I’d moved to try to go to her, but Kai had blocked me.

“She’s fine,” he’d said, like I was trying to bat a mosquito.

I’d hated both him and his father with the same passion in that moment. Unable to hold my anger back, I’d glared at Kai.

He hadn’t cared. He hadn’t even batted an eye. He’d just stared back at me, unblinking, no reaction.

When his father came back, Kai had turned to follow him.

They were both silent as they returned to the car, and almost without a pause, both got back inside.

But there had been a small pause, because that was the only time I saw her brother hesitate.

The guard had opened their father’s door, and Bennett Sr. got inside. The door shut right away, and that guard returned to the third SUV. But Kai stood there a second, just a split second.

His gaze went to his sister, who was still crumbled in a mess on the ground.

She rocked herself, her sobs shattering me. It was the sound of true agony, as if someone had torn her soul from her heart, and he’d stared at her. One blink. His face had shuddered. Then his father had called him from inside the car, and the emotion was gone. Anything he’d felt had vanished. His face was devoid of all emotion as he’d sat inside.

The door closed.

His guard returned to his seat in this third SUV, and at once, all of the remaining guards returned to their vehicles.

There was a second’s pause before the caravan moved forward.

One by one, the four SUVs had left, and as soon as they were gone, I’d sprinted for Brooke. My heart was in my throat as I slid to my knees beside her, wrapped my arms around her.

Her hand had fisted my shirt as she spoke. “He said—he said. Ka—he killed my brother.”

Kai had killed him.