“Ryan did what he did for Molly,” Devon continued. “I was just trying to protect my brother.”
“Liar!” Ransom accused, the word almost drowning out CJ’ question.
“What the fuck’s Rory’s excuse?” CJ decided he didn’t give a fuck because that motherfucker had no reason, other than being John Fuckhead Donovan’s stinking son. “Never mind. I don’t care.”
Rory sniffled, bee stings strewn on his body too. “CJ—”
“Shut up,” CJ ordered and glared at his brothers. “Suppose these two fuckheads were allergic to bee stings like Rebel is?”
Ryder frowned. “And?”
“They would’ve fucking died!” he snapped.
Ransom shrugged. “Rebel almost died, CJ. They knew about the fucking videos.”
“We didn’t then!” Rory sobbed.
“As soon as you fucking found out, you should’ve told someone,” Ryder said flatly, and contemplated Ryan. “We won’t ever forget this. We’re pissed about Rebel, but don’t think we aren’t upset over Harley, too. She was CJ’s best friend and you helped to humiliate her.”
“I’ve already apologized,” Ryan said warily.
“Fuck you,” Ransom declared. “Apologies don’t make either of them go back to the way they were before you did what you did. Apologies just makeyourmotherfucking ass feel better.”
Ryan bowed his head. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice trembling. In the distance, the bell heralding the end of lunch blared. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Dad apologized to me, Ryan. It didn’t make me unsee what happened to Nyx.”
“I’ll find a way to make it up to Harley and Rebel,” Ryan swore.
“What about my sister?” Rory said hoarsely.
CJ hadn’t forgotten about Mattie or Molly and how they figured into the sad equation.
“Fuck your sister, bro,” Ryder said.
CJ exchanged a glance with Ryan before they both gaped at the outlier of the Caldwell boys with his golden hair and blue eyes.
“You don’t give one fuck aboutmysister,” Ryder said. “Oryours. What happened to Mattie was because of your bitch ass.”
“And Uncle Johnnie’s,” Ransom added and studied Devon. “Now, how do we address you fucking with Kaia to fuck with Rebel?”
“I didn’t do anything!” Devon sobbed.
“Except tried to play Rebel right in front of her fucking face,” Ryder told him and smiled broadly then looked at Ransom. “Should we tell Axel, bro?”
“I was thinking Diesel,” Ransom responded.
“NO!” Rory and Devon screamed, not specifying which motherfucker they didn’t want to find out.
“I think Diesel knows,” Ryan told them. “He was right there in the room.”
“He’s planning your demise, then,” Ryder said calmly.
“Rebel wouldn’t want that,” CJ said with certainty. “You should’ve stuck to my plan.”
“CJ, bro, it’s like this. I miss theBlonde Viper,” Ryder said. “She’s the only sister I have to terrorize, but, as Rebel, she’s so sad. I hate seeing her like that. It’s because of them.” He thrust his chin toward the two naked, sniveling cowards. “You wanted revenge. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what these fuckheads deserve for what they did to our sister. We can beat her to a bloody pulp. No one else can.”
“You can’t either, you little asshole,” CJ gritted.
