“Jackass,” I mumble.
He takes a quick drink of his beer and then speaks again. “Miller told me the conversation you and Blane had after she caught you guys.”
“And?” I ask not even turning to look at him this time.
“And I know that you want her,” he adds.
I roll my eyes. “So what? I’ve seen many hot women who I never laid my hands on,” I inform him. That makes me want her even more. The fact that she’s off-limits and she hates me. I wanna win her over. Conquer her in every way possible. Bring her to her knees while I smile down at her in satisfaction. That would be the cherry on top.
He snorts. “The only thing that will keep you from touching her is what we have at stake. If you touch her, everything that Blane does is worthless.”
“I fucking know that,” I snap, looking over at him.
He places his hands up in surrender, and I let out an aggravated huff. I lift the bottle to my lips again and take another swig.
“What are you two arguing about?”
We both turn to look over our shoulder when we hear Rachel’s voice. I look her up and down as she holds a white bed sheet around her body under her arms. She closes her eyes as she yawns.
“Nothing, babe,” Brecken tells her. “Go back to bed,” he orders, looking back at the TV.
“Come with me,” she whines as she leans up against his wall as if her legs are too tired to hold her up.
“Go ahead. I’ll be right there,” he says before taking another drink.
She looks over at me. Her brown eyes still heavy with sleep and her bright red hair has that freshly fucked look I know Brecken caused only hours ago. Brecken had invited me over after the club closed down, and I couldn’t say no when Rachel offered her services. “What about you, Case? When are you coming to bed?”
I look away as my phone vibrates in my back pocket. Reaching behind me, I pull it out to see it’s a text from Blane. Now, what?
Blane:Need to meet up with you tomorrow. Important.
I sigh and type back a time to meet me at the club. I place my phone back in my pocket. Bringing the beer to my lips, I stand up from the couch. I down the rest of it as I walk over to her. Rachel likes to be used. And tonight that is exactly what I plan on doing with her. But this time, I’m gonna pretend that she is a petite brunette with blue eyes.
TAYLOR
I spend most of the night cleaning our house but not much is salvageable. Dishes were broken. The couch carved like a pumpkin. It looked as if a bomb had gone off. When I first started to clean, I cried. I cried so hard that I couldn’t see what I was doing. Now, I’m just pissed. I hate that someone thought they could come into our home and destroy our stuff we have worked so hard for. And the second thing was we couldn’t report it. Blane was persistent in not letting me call the police. He said he would go to jail, and then who would be here to protect Savannah and me? No one. I had locked myself in my bathroom and started dialing them anyway; he knocked my door open and took my phone from me. I had never seen him so mad in all my life. It scared me, but thankfully, Savannah settled him down.
“I think it was that Case guy.” I walk into his room, not able to keep my opinions to myself anymore.
He shakes his head as he places his cell down. “Case wouldn’t do this!” comes his clipped answer. I hate that he’s mad at me for wanting to do the right thing.
“You know him so well?” I question. “I’ve never heard you even mention his name until I met him last week. I wouldn’t put it past him.” I can’t tell him that this might have been a warning to me. To keep my mouth shut or there will be consequences.
“Stop,” he growls. “Case wouldn’t do this.”
“The guy was wearing all black. He was wearing all black at the club.” I try to think of an excuse other thanhey,he threatened me last week when I went to see him behind your back.
He looks up at me from where he sits on his floor as he goes through some of his broken belongings. “Go to the cops and explain that.” He snorts. “They will laugh you out of the station. People wear black every day. Maybe you should drop out of school and be a detective.”
“Don’t be such a dick. It’s your fault our home got broken into in the first place,” I shoot back.
“My fault?” He jumps to his feet, towering over me. “How is it my fault?” he demands. “Maybe it was someone you know.”
I laugh, but it holds no humor. “Yeah, because I associate with drug dealers and thugs,” I retort.
“Fuck you!” he shouts.
My mouth falls open as I gasp. He has never spoken to me like this before. “Are you on something right now?” I demand. “Is that why you’re acting like such a dick?”
