Page 3 of Born to Be a Rebel


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"Okay, but come and get me if you need my help or want me to take over." I turn and walk away before I order him to get out of my way and let me in.

Chapter

Two

LYSSA

When I wake up, I sit straight up. Looking around I don't recognize the room. Where the fuck am I?

"Morning, Lyssa." I hear my brother from the corner of the room.

"Morning, Brady."

"Feeling any better? You had a nightmare or two last night." He stands from the chair and walks over to the bed, sits on the edge and takes my hand. "Are you ready to talk, Lyssa?"

"Not yet. I tried so many times to get that bullet and when I do you walk in and distract me, Brady. I'm fucking pissed."

He stands up. "You're fucking pissed? Well, I don't know what to say to that. Your fucking pissed that I stopped you from killing yourself. Well, I'm sorry that I wanted you to stick around. I'm sorry that I wanted to grow old and have my sister come to family events. I'm sorry that I love you enough that you fucking made me cry in front of my brothers."

The door flies open, and Tank is standing there. "What the fuck are you two shouting for? Spider, she's been throughsomething and I'm sure she doesn't need you shouting at her. Get out and let me talk to her. Maybe I can be a bit more tactful."

I can't stop staring at his chest. I knew he was big, but oh my god he is built like a... Oh I get it now. I smirk as I stare at him.

"What are you smirking for?" Brady asks as Tank pulls him up from the bed. "You think he's going to give you a good time? Ha, you're wrong."

Brady slaps Tank on the chest and walks out, closing the door behind him.

I stare at him, trying not to look at his chest. "Did you forget some clothes, Tank?"

He looks down at his chest. "I'm sure you've seen it before. It's not important." He looks at me and my heart breaks. He is genuinely worried about me. Fuck. So is Brady.

"I'm sorry. I didn't intend for you to all witness my failed attempt at suicide." I roll away from him on the bed. I feel him lying next to me on top of the covers. One of his arms snakes under my neck and he rolls me toward him.

"Lyssa, you are family to us. Did you think about how your death would affect us? Imagine being one minute later. Spider would have seen your brains all over the walls and floors of your apartment. That would not have been a fantastic last image that he would have of you. I'm not sure he would've been able to forgive you for that."

"Since when did this become all about him?" I feel his warmth from his chest and all I want to do is climb on top of him and lay there feeling him breathe.

"It's not all about him. Lyssa, it's all about you, but I need you to know how much that would devastate him. Fuck it would devastate me. When I saw you with the gun in your hand after hearing the bullet, I was prepared to kill whoever was hurting you. Then I realized it was you."

"Why does it bother you so much, Tank? I know Brady would care, but why would you?"

"Look Alyssa, I've known you for years, you're like a little sister to me. I care about you and I care what happens to you."

"A little sister?" I move so that I am sitting up and looking down at him. "Nothing else?"

I take a breath. More like a gulp. "Now is not the time to talk about that. I just want you to tell me what happened to get you to this point in your life, Lyssa. I want to take that pain away for you. I never want to witness something like I did last night. Especially not where you are concerned."

I lie back down.

I take a deep breath. "Six months ago I had the world at my feet. I had made a lot of money trading online. My bank account was full, I was going to start traveling as I can work from anywhere in the world as long as there is Wi-Fi."

"You were going to leave us here?"

"Shut up, Tank. Do you want to hear this or not?"

I feel his body moving as he laughs. "Carry on."

"I met a guy, Richard, he was kind, funny and had an understanding of trading. The perfect guy right? He asked me to invest in some partnership which I did. It wasn't a large amount, and it paid off. I got two hundred percent return on my investment. So, it was a win win. I made some more money with him and then I asked him how he was doing it. I know from trading myself that it's not always a good time, or the market isn't always performing, so I wanted to know what he was doing."