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If this were a month ago, I’d be happy. Right now, I want him out of that car. I want those flashing lights to stop emphasising every mesmerising feature of his beautiful face. I want it to not seem like he’s in his element, but from what I’ve learned so far, Rain Weston is a criminal.

A beautiful criminal.

“Do you have something to cover this?” Aaron asks, gaining my attention.

“Umm…I have a tarp in the garden shed, but a broken window is the least of my worries.”

“He’ll be fine,” he assures as we stand before the broken, bloodied window, my gaze locked on the end of the driveway where the police car was.

Kilah was taken to the hospital, and I told them I’d meet them there once I’d dealt with the police. There were a few times my split knuckles almost slipped from beneath my sleeves while giving my statement. After the third time I almost gave myself away, I kept my arms folded over my chest.

I shake my head. “It was me.”

“No, it was Rain.”

“He just took the fall for something I did.”

“Because he knew the detriment to your career, but namely because he cares about you.” I hear him turn, but I refuse to move my eyes. “Kieran, can you go find the tarp?”

“Sure thing,” the other man replies, his footsteps disappearing out my back door. Blade left the minute Rain was taken into custody.

I force my thoughts from the image of Rain staring smugly through the window, Kilah’s bruising face, my mother’s, and move past Aaron, heading toward the kitchen to take the broom. “He’ll make bail, right? I mean, my father’s going to say it was me.”

Aaron places a hand on my chest, staring down pitifully. “I’ll get Rain out, and your father’s blood alcohol level will be high. They can’t trust his word.”

“You own that detective. Why call the police if there was already someone here? And remove your hand.”

He drops his hand. “Use the rules to play your own game. That detective was ‘patrolling’ the area when she heard a commotion, and she called for backup, as instructed by Blade. Everything is run through the books and done as the rules dictate. Rain did what he was supposed to do. Your father will be charged and trialled. If Rain had let you kill him or done it himself, like I’m sure he wanted, and your father was never seen in public again, suspicion would be drawn. Your mother and sisters were witnesses. They may have been willing to cover for you and do as Rain instructed regarding a beating, but keeping quiet about a murder is something very few can do. Not to mention, the street was filled with people.”

I know he’s right —my father should rot in a cell for putting his hands on them—but I keep asking myself the same question.

Had Rain not pulled me away, how far would I have gone?

Chapter thirty-three

RAIN

This asshole needs to release my neck before I scratch up his face with my new bracelets. I’m perfectly capable of walking myself wherever instructed, but this dinosaur seems to have a personal vendetta against the skin of my neck.

He stops me before a desk, where another officer slurps from a mug before placing it aside. I slowly drift my gaze to the clock behind him, mentally taking note of the time while wriggling my nose to rid it of the stale smell.

“Name?” he demands.

I drop my gaze back to him. “Rain Asher Weston.”

Either he’s slow to retain the information, or my last name has stunned him for five seconds.

After being asked a million questions about my date of birth, address and whatever else, they took my fingerprints and autograph and then gave me a paparazzi session before I was thrown in a cell.

The grabby officer who was leading interviews tonight was the same one who was at the hospital when Blade was attacked.

Coincidence? No, I don’t believe in them.

He was kind enough to provide me with my own cell, though. I even get a mattress and toilet.

While none of this is good for Rome, I just called checkmate against Daniel Aston. Our lawyers will put him in prison for the maximum sentence. I’d shut the door once we were inside so Rome’s security camera wouldn’t catch anything. At times, I do like my brain for how efficient it is under circumstantial pressure. The second I saw Rome’s body tense, I knew what I’d need to do. Of course, Daniel will claim it was Rome who hit him, but with six witnesses—one being a detective watching through the window—his statement won’t correlate with everyone else. I also have footage of what he did to Kilah, ready and waiting.

When they went out shopping, I hid cameras throughout his house, because, well, I’m obsessed. I smell mandarin, bergamot, and fucking coconuts everywhere. I’m also addicted to how his ass feels wrapped around me, the expression and noises he makes when he comes. I wanted to cover his body in marks, but I made sure to leave them in places others won’t see so he won’t get uncomfortable trying to hide a bruise on his neck or jaw.