My body comes to a halt as my mind tries to comprehend what I see in front of me once I hit the open floor of the club.
“God, I’m so glad you messaged me.” Two arms wrap around me and I push her away. Dark brown eyes search my face as her lips frown. “What’s wrong? Why do you look surprised to see me?”
“Rachel?” I ask in surprise.
She smiles brightly as she steps into me again. She places her hands flat on my chest and runs them up till they wrap around my neck. “I knew you’d want me back,” she says in satisfaction. “That little girl doesn’t have what I can give you.”
I stand here looking down at her in confusion and shock. Why would Taylor tell her to come here? “What did my message say?” I ask stupidly.
But Rachel just laughs it off. “How much you miss me. How much you need me.” Her voice drops to a seductive growl that would once make me hard. Now it just irritates me. “That you couldn’t stop thinking about me.”
I shake my head as I reach up and grab her hands. I pry them from around my neck as I speak. “I didn’t send you that message, Rachel,” I say flatly.
She just smiles up at me. “Wanna play, Case? Okay. Let’s role play.” She runs her hands through her long bright red hair as she licks her lips and pushes her fake tits out for me to see. “Wanna play cops and robbers? Want me to walk outside and come back in as if I’m about to rob the place?” I shake my head as I sigh heavily. What is Taylor trying to prove here? “Come on, Case. You can arrest me. Place your cuffs on me and fuck me however you want.” She lets out a shaky breath as if she’s already getting warmed up just thinking about that. “Want me to scream out no while you fuck me anyway?”
“Rachel …” I growl.
“You wanna force me to my knees and make me suck your cock?” she whispers as her eyes light up with excitement. “You always like it when I try to fight you. It turns you on even more knowing that you have that power.”
I swallow down the bile that starts to rise in my throat. I hate how true her statements are. How twisted I could be in bed with her. I have never once wanted that kind of power over Taylor. I mean, yeah, I can be rough and need control, but I never made Taylor feel like a victim. Rachel always liked it when I did that to her.
“No, Rachel! I didn’t text you to come here to fuck you.” I didn’t text you at all.
“Well, then why did you text me?” she huffs as she places her hands on her hips.
“I didn’t.” I grind out.
She huffs, getting pissed. “Quit lying Case. I got your message …”
“Hi, Rachel.”
Rachel’s dark eyes look beside me, and I see that Taylor and Brecken now stand there. Taylor looks pissed, and Brecken looks as shocked as I felt two minutes ago.
“What’s going on?” Rachel asks. “Why are they here?” She looks at me in question. I just stare at her as I shake my head. Taylor is wrong. Rachel cannot be the one who set my house on fire. Or tried to shoot us here at the club. Rachel doesn’t have those kinds of resources.
“You’re here because I text you from Case’s phone,” Taylor announces. She slides me a side glare. Her eyes run up and down me with a look of hatred. Of course, she hates me. She just heard that I’m a fucking pervert.
“I don’t understand. You said you were sorry and wanted to see me. What is she talking about, Case?” Rachel demands.
Taylor takes a step toward her, now glaring at her. “I asked you here because I need to prove to the guys that you are the one who tried to kill them.”
“I don’t know …”
“Save it!” Taylor interrupts her. “See, it only took three clues to lead me to you,” Taylor announces. I expect Rachel to deny it again, but instead, her eyes narrow on her. She continues. “The first clue was what you said at the hospital. You said that you had heard from a friend that Brecken had been shot. That was a lie. I didn’t figure that out till a few hours ago. I didn’t know you had been fired by Case until after we left there. There were only five of us here when Brecken was shot. And every man who fired on us was killed. There was never any news story about what happened that night and Case had told all the employees that he was remodeling.” Rachel opens her mouth to speak, but Taylor keeps going. “Second clue.” She holds up two fingers. “You also mentioned at the hospital that Case had looked like he had a rough night the night before. You would only know that if you had set the fire.”
“You’re crazy,” Rachel hisses.
Taylor just continues. “The guys keep trying to figure out how someone knew where Case lived. And you did.” She did but … “I had seen a picture of you on his mantel. It was the three of you guys standing in the front yard.” Taylor laughs at herself. “Only you would be stupid enough to pull such things and continue to keep coming around.”
“It wasn’t me. Why would I kill them? I love them,” she spits out.
“That’s the only thing I can’t figure out,” Taylor muses. “Why would you kill them?” she asks herself out loud and then shrugs. “I’m not sure. Maybe if they die, they leave you the club. Or maybe you are just one twisted, fucked-up bitch who wants them dead. All I know is that you did it.”
“Rachel …” I take a step toward her. She does fit all of those clues Taylor just said. “Tell me the truth. Did you do this?”
She shakes her head frantically as tears well up in her eyes. “You know I would never hurt you guys.”
“I thought it was odd the way you looked at Blane the moment you found out his name. And just the other day at the hospital, Case said that the guy had got a phone call earlier that evening to attack me.” Taylor goes on as she takes another step toward her, and her voice drops to a growl. “After you met Blane, I found you in the locker room. The moment I walked in, you hung up. It was you. It was all you! You ordered to have them attack me and then when Case and I came back after being gone for those three days, you didn’t like what you saw. So instead of going after me, you went after the guys. Then when Blane went to meet up with those drug dealers, you told them just enough for them to want to harm him.”
