He’d looked up and sought his sister first. In photos, his pull was excessive, but in person? It was astronomical. Then again, how could I? It’s not normal. I’d looked over to the other side of the SUV, and he’d been standing there.Įverything had paused for a second-it was like the world felt a full glitch. No father, no mother, and hardly any Kai. She’d never talked about her mom, either. I saw the same eyes, the same chin that Brooke had, the same face as hers and her brothers’. He wasn’t tall he was average height-maybe around five eight?-and he had a full head of graying dark hair.

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.Īn older man wearing a suit stepped out of the door closest to us. The only two doors that had remained closed were the back two on the SUV right in front of us. Then the passenger doors opened, and more guards emerged, taking point.

The drivers of all four cars got out and stood guard. I wasn’t prepared for the spectacle that came after that. Her hand gripped mine until it went numb.Ī black SUV pulled up to the school and rolled forward.Ī second SUV stopped right in front of us.Ī fourth lingered in the driveway, partially blocking anyone else from pulling up if they had tried. She kept hiccupping as she sobbed, but she faced forward the whole time. I’d caught her, an arm around her to hold her upright, and she’d begun to shake. When their cars pulled into the school’s two-mile driveway, Brooke had stood. It had been his face that I studied the most, dreamed about the most, and fantasized about the most. 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. And he had the body of a professional soccer player or surfer. He had the same facial features as the others-a perfect, lush mouth, as if formed just for kissing. He had their dark and hypnotic eyes, but they were more with him. Out of their whole family, Kai Bennett was the most. 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. Before, I had only thought she-I didn’t know what I’d thought.

Bennett mafia by tijan