I nod, knowing he's being honest. If anyone could find him, it's Roman.
"Let's go deal with Anthony, then." I push off the wall and go to Mary. The need to touch her is never-ending.
"You okay?" I ask, bending down and pressing a kiss to her temple as Roman pulls Maddie away, telling her to stay with Mary.
Damon makes his grand entrance, carrying a teddy bear and flowers, a smirk lingering on his face when he sees me.
"Sorry, I'm late. Had a house to clean up and cops to get rid of. Those assholes are relentless." He leans over Mary, setting the stuffed bear next to her and the flowers down on an empty countertop.
"What did I miss?" he asks, opening his arm for Tate to walk into.
"Nothing. Roman and I have something to take care of really quick, but we’ll be back. Damon, can you stay here with the girls?" He's already nodding his head yes, no questions asked.
"Actually, can Ace go with? I need to look into our other problem before any more time passes.” Dean Westwood. Besides Tyler, he's our only loose end—and we need to take care of it.
"You're coming back, right?" Mary asks, her voice trembling at the thought of me leaving. "I'll be back soon. I promise, Rebel." My lips press against her, and I savor the moment. The next time I kiss her, one of the men who hurt her will no longer be breathing. It’s the least I can do after what she’s been through.
***
The rage boiling inside my chest is about to burst as I watch Anthony cower like a goddamn little bitch.
"You already know how this is going to go, right?" I ask, pointing the tip of my knife at my finger and twirling it around until a small bead of blood wells up at the tip.
“W-what?” he stutters, taking a step back as I push off the doorframe. I stalk closer, and he cowers in fear the second his back makes contact with the wall.
“I'd ask why you did it, but nothing you say can save you now.” A deranged smile takes over my face at the thought of taking this blade and slicing him wide open.
“I-I’m sorry, Seb. I-I’m so sorry.'' The fear etched on his face sends another wave of rage through me. His phone dropped from his hand when we broke the door down. It’s lying on the ground between us—and now it’s ringing. Tyler’s name lights up the screen.
"Awe. Perfect," I say, bending down and answering.
“Hello, Tyler.”
“Seb?” A single-word question from Tyler.
“Where are you, Tyler? It would've been nice to catch up after the past six months you guys have been gone.” My voice is low and steady. There’s a long pause. Heaving out a loud sigh, my annoyance grows more by the minute.
Anthony’s still pressed against the wall as I set the phone on the counter and stalk back over to him.
He’s scared of me—and with good reason. I wish he’d been harder to crack, but guilt is written all over his face. He knows exactly what he did.
“I’m so sorry. I tried telling Tyler to leave her alone, but he wouldn’t listen. Please, don’t kill me, Seb.” Desperation rolls off him in waves. I tsk at him softly before bringing the sharp knife to the crook of his neck, tilting his face so his eyes have no choice but to meet mine.
I hear Tyler yelling from the phone on the counter, but all I care about is getting revenge for my Little Rebel. They touched her. Tried to kill her. Now, he’ll pay.
“Mmmm.” I hum before lowering my knife to his abdomen. I shove it in until it won’t go any further, leaning in until my face inches from his. "You're going to regret ever messing with her." His eyes go wide as the reality hits.
“You hurt what’s mine. Now I'm going to do the same to you, but you won’t come out of it alive.” His warm blood coats my hands as I pull the knife free. Anthony collapses, sobbing. I’ve known them for so long, and never once did I ever think either of them was capable of something like this. They’re spoiled-ass rich kids, but I never took them for murderers and rapists.
Leaving him on the floor, I take a few steps and grab the phone from off the counter.
“You hear that, Tyler?” I smile, knowing it’s killing him to hear his brother’s pain—but I also know he won’t come back here. He knows his fate will be the same.
“Leave him alone, Seb, or I swear to God, next time I see you, I’ll kill you myself!” Tyler yells on the other end, and I can’t help but let out a throaty laugh. Tyler’s all talk when it comes to me, and he knows it. I look down at my blood-covered hands and feel not one ounce of remorse or sympathy for this bastard.
“Want to say goodbye to your brother, Tyler? I’m not a complete monster. I think you should tell him how much you love him before you listen to me cut him open like you did to Mary.” I shrug when Tyler remains silent.
“Alright,” I crouch beside a bleeding Anthony and hit speaker before bringing the phone close to his face.“Ty-” Anthony’s weak voice comes out in fast gasps, fear rising in him by the second, and it only brings me joy.
