“I do, but it’s obvious that my dad didn’t know who I was. He just said the girl on the bike. There would be no way he couldknow it’s me. In what world would I be dating some criminal guy that rides a motorcycle?”
I stalked over to her, pulling her hard against me. “In this world,” I said, grabbing her chin and lifting it until her lips met mine. “In this world, that’s who you are dating. Currently dating, and that won’t be changing soon. You deserve to not be locked up anymore, Regan, but to do that, terrible things need to change fast. I will show you everything. Please, I just need you here so you aren’t killed.”
I pressed my lips against hers, surprised when her lips pressed harder against mine, but it was short-lived. Her hands pushed hard on my chest as she shoved me back.
“Get out. I’m tired and don’t want to talk to anyone.”
“I can’t let you leave.”
“And you can’t force me to stay. Get out, Rook.”
I watched as she crawled into bed, flipping until her back was to me.
“If you want to come down and talk, we will all be here all night.”
“Great,” she mumbled.
“And I’ll cook you dinner.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Okay, then come out when you’re ready to rip me to pieces.”
I slammed the door, stalking back downstairs to the group.
“That sounded like it went great,” Evie said with a smart-ass grin.
“Shut up, Evie. You have a fucking house, don’t you?”
“If you wanted to move in with your girlfriend, there are better ways to do it,” Mason said. “I don’t know, maybe find a house first, then ask her politely.”
“I prefer storming the house and telling her I live there now, honestly,” Hero said. “Less mess of emotion and more common sense.”
“Congratulations,” Aiden said. “You have lost your mind so bad that Hero agrees with you.”
“It’s my house now, so unless you all want to be kicked out of it,” I said, “I would like to stop hearing all of your opinions. I’ll be back in about thirty minutes. If I’m not, find me, preferably. If Regan comes out, call me immediately.”
“Wait,” Evie said. “Where are you going? You can’t leave, either. Someone wants you dead, too, Rook.”
“I have an errand. I’ll be back. Just keep an eye on anyone coming here.”
I grabbed my helmet and keys and headed out to my bike. The uncertainty in my plan was making my chest tighten. I glanced up to Regan’s room again, the light off now. I knew she loved me. Or had loved me.
But I loved her, and I would do anything to keep her safe now.
Anything.
I sat downstairs in one of the weird, oversized chairs in Cameron Fletcher’s personal living room after I got back from Asher’s to check in. I didn’t really understand the idea of having two living rooms, and I didn’t understand why you would want to fill them with such uncomfortable furniture.
Aiden paced at the window as Hero and Mason tried to stretch out on two of the couches.
Evie stormed in, furious, as she handed me her tablet.
“What’s this?”
“I got into Cameron’s computer and since I had more time now, I could connect to his phone. I found his texts, Rook. He’s sick.”
I scrolled through the ones she pointed me to. Mainly conversations with Elliot. “So, he definitely burned our garage down,” I said to the rest of them. She leaned over, scrolling into older texts, apparently searching for one in particular.
