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R.J. was silent as he drove, his eyes constantly darting to the review mirror, back and forth between us. He kept gulping like he wanted to cry too and I knew he fought as hard as he could so he could keep driving.
“Pete?” she finally spoke my name, her small voice hoarse.
“Yeah, baby?” I croaked, scared to death of the next few words that would tumble from her lips.
“They didn’t rape me.”
I blinked, unable to comprehend.
“Peter, they didn’t rape me. I promise.”
“Fuck Rae,” I cried, “thank God.” I didn’t thank God for anything, not since I was a little kid but right now, I’d thank him for keeping my baby safe, for anything he wanted. “What happened? Why do you look like . . .” I couldn’t finish that sentence.
“It had to be believable. Bryce said it had to look like he had or I never would have left that warehouse without being touched. Akando and Devlin were waiting for their turn.”
“Fuck,” I cursed, cradling her head against my chest. “You alright?”
She bit her lip and shook her head. Stupid question for me to ask, “Bryce kept them away.”
“Bryce?” I asked, my teeth clenched tight. “Is he the one that gave you that hickey?”
She grabbed my cheeks and forced my gaze to hers, her grasp tight, refusing to let go, “Do you understand? Devlin and Akando would have raped me. Bryce saved me. This was the only way.”
I didn’t fucking believe he had to give her a hickey. No way.
“He didn’t have to suck on your breast. That’s my fucking job,” I fumed.
“Yes,” she agreed. “It is but he caught me by surprise and I couldn’t fight him off Pete.”
“He forced this on you?” I was livid.
“Yes, he said something about revenge for a dick pic.”
My eyes narrowed, “Bullshit!”
“What’s he talking about?” she asked, not letting me avoid her direct gaze.
“I drew a fucking dick on his forehead in middle school when he fell asleep in class. So what? Guys pull shit like that on each other growing up. R.J. shaved my eyebrows off once. Remember?”
A small smile perked up her lips for a moment before disappearing, “Yeah, I do.”
R.J. snorted up front, “Only because you put jock itch cream in my toothpaste tube.”
“Really?” Rae rolled her eyes. “You’re both stupid.”
Neither of us disputed that since we both knew it was true.
“Did Bryce say anything? Why did he go through all this effort to keep you safe? He could have taken you himself. Doesn’t make sense. He hates me as much as I fucking hate him,” I spat, still fuming.
Maybe I misjudged him. Maybe he wasn’t the cold bastard I thought he was but . . .
Why the hell did he put his lips on my girl?
“Bryce said something serious was going down, but I guess you know that now.”
I did.
“He also mentioned that I was supposed to be taken and hurt to send you a message. They want to warn you off, to make sure you stopped and walked away from whatever they’re involved in. You’re in serious danger, Pete. Bryce said you could die,” her voice broke on the last few words.
