Iwasted no time grabbing everything I needed and heading to Regan. She had texted me three times, each one demanding to know when I would be there, but I hadn’t told her.
Instead, I pulled up on my bike around six and revved it loud. I knew the echo of the engine would make it into the house and I knew she would be listening. It barely took two minutes before she headed out to me, waving her arms to stop.
“My dad is home,” she yelled. “Don’t do that again or he’s going to come out here and interrogate you.”
My heart raced immediately. Cameron Fletcher was right inside. Not only inside his house, but in a house I now knew well. One I could get in without him knowing and kill him.
I ran my hand along the gun in my side pocket. It would be so easy. It would be over in less than ten minutes, and I wouldn’t have to see Regan or keep up this game anymore.
But I already knew it wouldn’t be enough. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted the last hours of his life to feel like the last ten years of mine had felt. I needed him to know an ounce of the pain I felt at what he did to us.
So instead of stalking in there, I would take Regan out. I would make sure I actually tried to learn everything I could and understand what Cameron cared about, so I could take it away.
Even if I had been failing at learning anything new about him.
I reached behind me, grabbing the pink and black helmet off the seat and handing it to her.
“What’s this?”
“Your helmet.”
“Mine?”
“Yes, yours.” I turned it around, showing her the small pink name running along the side.Rebel.
“You put that on there?”
“Technically, Evie did. She has all that computer shit and printed it out.”
“And you told her to? Or she did it for me?”
My palms were hot at her demanding an answer. I didn’t mind doing things for people, but the entire show that came after made me anxious.
“I did,” I said fast, pulling the matching jacket out of the backpack I’d brought. “This, too.”
“Rook,” she whispered as she held it up. It was a simple black leather jacket. We all wore similar ones, and hers wouldn’t stand out any more than ours. Our helmets were all different. I kept most of my favorite ones a plain black, but we all had a variety. “These are actually for me?”
“They are. I was getting pretty annoyed with mine getting taken every time,” I lied. It never bothered me, but I wanted her to have her own that actually fit.
She bit at her lip before stepping forward. Her arms snaked around my neck and her lips found mine. The hot, desperate need to sink into her came over me. Like she could read my thoughts, she deepened the kiss, pushing harder against me asher tongue moved faster against mine. Her hands slipped under my shirt and ran over my stomach, hitting scarred skin, and she hesitated for a second before continuing.
“Better get on the bike,” I whispered, already moving down her sides to reach for the button on her jeans.
She smacked my hand away and pushed the helmet on. I had already hooked up an earpiece in it, but I stayed quiet as she got on.
Her arms wrapped around me, and I took off. The bike rumbling beneath us as I pulled out and headed towards the highway.
“Helmet feel okay?” I asked after I realized she was mumbling something to herself.
Her arms tightened as she leaned down further. “I didn’t know you could hear me. Please tell me you didn’t hear all of that.”
“I didn’t, but now I’m curious about what you said.”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Where are we going?”
“First,” I said, taking a turn a little faster than she was used to, “we are going to teach you how to ride on the bike the right way. Then, we are going out with the group. Evie planned some night out, and we are going.”
“Where to?”
