“He probably deserves it anyway. Are you sure you can do this? I don’t need vomit on our floor.”
“I won’t vomit.”
“You’re cleaning it up if you do.”
She lifted the bat onto her shoulder and stepped up next to him. I thought she would take a few deep breaths, maybe even yell at him first, but she only raised the bat.
“Fucking angry girl with a bat. Fucking Harley Quinn shit,” Hero mumbled, sitting back on the couch. His lip had split a little, blood pooling, but otherwise, he was fine.
The bat connected with the guy’s legs, and he screamed against the gag.
I smiled, looking over at Harper, who was panting, but it wasn’t her that caught my eye.
It was Regan, standing in the open garage door, her mouth dropped open as she took in the scene. I was sure the last thing she had been expecting was Harper here with us, doing this. She didn’t say a word, but she spun on her heel, running back into the night.
Twenty-Six
Regan
Rook had texted me yesterday, but I ignored it. I was still spiraling from the night at the abandoned house, and honestly, every day I’d spent with him leading up to that.
It seemed like anytime he got close to me, I lost all common sense and gave in to exactly what I wanted to do. I didn’t care about what came next or the aftermath of what we did.
Until I woke up today and had a full freak-out over it.
Rook wasn’t anyone I could keep hanging around. He wasn’t someone who was going to date me or be loyal to me. He told me I would be his until he was done with me, and I knew that would be true. The only problem was I wanted to be with him. I couldn’t make any sense of all of it, but I wanted to be around Rook. I wanted to sleep with him, go out with him, get to know more about him.
I wanted to date a killer, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
He wouldn’t even think twice about walking away from me, and I knew it, but that didn’t seem to persuade me to stop liking him.
I paced my room for the thousandth time, trying to decide if I should even let the entire thing continue or break ties now.
That line of thinking had me grabbing my bag, calling for a car, and driving to the other side of town. What I needed to do before I went out of my mind was talk to him. I needed to make sure he really didn’t want to be together, and that this was just fun.
I tried to push away the hope that he could want this, and then realized how stupid it was to think someone like him would want to be with me, or honestly, that I would want to be with someone like him.
Maverick Moto had been closed for hours, but I knew Rook might be here this late. I headed around the back, seeing the garage door open. But when I stepped in front of it, I couldn’t even understand what I saw.
Harper with a bat, a man tied up in front of her. Rook and Aiden stood next to her. Hero was leaning back on the edge of the couch, watching as she yelled and swung.
It was like my mind couldn’t comprehend it. I logically knew what they were doing, but I couldn’t piece together how this entire scenario would happen.
Rook grinned as the bat connected. Hero yelled out and Aiden laughed when the guy screamed.
Then Rook saw me.
“Regan,” he said, apparently as shocked to see me as I was to see this.
I spun, taking back off into the dark to the waiting car, not looking behind me as I prayed I wouldn’t hear a bike catching up.
By the time I made it home, I had already missed seventeen calls from Rook and Harper.
They tried again.
And again and again.
I couldn’t talk to them yet. My brain was still racing, trying to piece together what I saw.
