Aiden looked at me and back at her. His mouth dropped open. “You little psycho. Of course you think a knife is cute. You’re going to scare everybody at that party. These people aren’t like our friends.”
She shrugged, pulling her long blonde hair over her shoulder. The small chain holding her dress up seemed way too thin.
“Keep the knife, but maybe put some clothes on?” I asked.
“You two suck. I’m wearing this.”
“You are riding on my bike, Evie. Everyone will see your ass,” Aiden said.
She stomped over to the door, grabbing Aiden’s leather jacket and slipping it on. In her defense, it did fall to her mid thigh, covering everything.
It was good enough for me.
“Problem solved,” she said. “I’m going to a party that isn’t full of biker boys with one brain cell. These are Regan’s friends, so I have to assume it’s all rich, sophisticated men. I have to look good.”
“Husband hunting?” Aiden asked.
Her sweet smile was a lie, and we all knew it. “Have to find someone to sink my teeth into.”
“Or your knife,” Mason said, walking past her to the garage door.
“That too. Come on. We need to go,” she said.
I only shook my head, grabbing my jacket and helmet to head out to my bike. I didn’t care if Evie wanted to kill someone, Aiden could take care of it. I wouldn’t care if they wanted to go on a damn rampage. All I had to do tonight was keep Regan occupied.
I shoved my helmet on with a smile.
Who would have ever thought getting revenge on the person who ruined my life would be so much fun?
Twenty
Regan
The rumble of their bikes came long before they actually pulled in.
Harper jumped up and down.
She was more excited than me for all of them to come. My hands wrung together, wishing I could find anything else to pay attention to besides the sounds of their bikes getting closer. They had to be coming up the driveway now.
Rook would be here with all his friends, around my friends.
“What was I thinking?” I asked, grabbing Harper’s arm. “Did I just make a terrible decision?”
“Maybe,” she said with a smile. “But I think it’s going to be a reallyfun,terrible decision.”
The bikes revved, and my eyes went wide as I watched six of them drive down the path around the house and park on the back patio.
I ran over to Rook, already knowing his bike now. My face heated at how well I knew him and his bike, but I pushed that aside as he pulled off his helmet. His dark hair was tousled from the ride, framing his sharp jaw and piercing eyes. Tattoos peekedout from under the sleeves and collar of his hoodie, and his confident, dangerous aura made my pulse quicken.
“I told you to park in the front,” I said, trying not to melt at the sight of him. He seemed to look hotter every time I saw him.
“Well, hello to you, too, Rebel. I’m not parking my bike out of my sight when I don’t know anyone here.”
“No one here is going to mess with your stuff.”
“Can you guarantee it?”
I knew most of the people already here, but not everyone. Friends of friends that I couldn’t assure him didn’t know him or wouldn’t mess with the bike.
