We made it into the foyer, everyone dropping bags and looking around.
“Honey,” Hero screamed, “we’re home!”
I smacked his arm. “Seriously? I was hoping to be a little more subtle.”
“For what? You’re breaking into her house to take it. Might as well make a scene.”
I shook my head, but grinned as Regan walked up to the balcony that overlooked the foyer. Her eyes went wide, looking at us with all our bags and suitcases.
“What are you guys doing here?”
I didn’t answer, already heading up the steps to her. “We need to talk,” I said. “In your room.”
I grabbed her arm, but she ripped it away with a frown. “You’re not allowed in my room anymore. You need to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Either get in your room or I’ll carry you in there.”
“No, you won’t,” she said, her hands on her hips now.
I didn’t wait before leaning down and throwing her over my shoulder, and continued walking to the bedroom. “You’re right. I won’t carry you toyourroom. I will carry you toourroom.”
She smacked at my back. “What are you doing, Rook? Why is everyone here?” I slammed the door shut behind us and tossed her on the bed. She bounced once before getting up onto her knees and facing me. “What is your problem?”
“We are here because we need a place to live and my girlfriend has one of the biggest fucking houses in town that happens to be empty most of the time. It’s private, too. No one to complain about our bikes, and it has a beautiful garage we can lock our stuff up in.”
She scoffed, sitting back. “You think you are moving in?”
“No. Iammoving in. All of us are.”
“You are not,” she said in disbelief, her mouth dropping open.
“What’s the issue? You said you didn’t want to be here alone all the time. Now you might never be alone in this big house ever again,” I said with a laugh. “We are all busy, but with so many of us, someone is usually home. Which is great because you can’t leave until I get rid of the price on your head.”
“You think you’re locking me up here?”
“I know I am,” I said.
“What about my dad?”
“He’s out.”
Her eyes went wide. “Did you kill him?”
“No, Rebel. He isn’t even back in town yet. But he’s out of this house. If he’s going to burn mine down, he technically owes me one. A garage, too.”
She shook her head. “You seriously believe this. So you think my dad burned your house down, killed your family, and now burned your garage, all while putting a hit out on both of us? How do you think you know it was my dad?”
“When I came back and got settled back into life here, I started asking around. Friends, people who worked with my parents, any hint of information I could find, I went after it. Your dad stood to gain the most from their deaths. He took over their company and dissolved it immediately, putting every dollar and asset into his name. He made it seem like they had never even existed.”
“Why would your parents sign everything over to him?” she asked, and I was relieved she was asking questions to make sense of it all.
“Their business was doing good, but they had debts. It made it impossible to grow, and they were looking to expand. Cameron promised them everything they needed if he was signed on as a partner. It was supposed to be a silent partnership, from what I understand. We never found the original paperwork, but Evie will be searching his office for it soon.”
“So that’s it? You are moving in, locking me away, and digging through my father’s life to try to prove these ridiculous theories you have? And then what?”
“I’m going to give you undeniable proof. Once you believe me, you’ll agree that we can live here. Then, I’ll destroy your dad’s life, and we’ll have our future together.”
“I understand I am mad at my dad, but I don’t want his life ruined.”
