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That wouldn’t be me.
I tried the door handle, but it was locked. My gaze narrowed in on the heavy round rocks that bordered a garden bed, and stooped to pick one up. I struggled beneath its weight but found enough strength from somewhere inside me to hurl it through the back window.
Glass went everywhere, and the car alarm went off, blaring in my ear, but I just knocked shards out of the way and reached through to open the door.
Kian and Vaughn came crashing through the front door of the house as my fingers closed around the pistol grip.
“Rebel?” Vaughn was shirtless, a pair of gray sweatpants low on his hips. He folded his arms across his chest and rubbed at them, goosebumps dotting his skin in the cold night air. “What the hell?”
Kian jogged down the steps, rounding the car to my side. He surveyed the damage I’d caused and his eyes went wide. “Shit! Are you okay? There’s glass everywhere. What happened?”
He was too close. If I didn’t do something, in the next minute he’d have his arms around me, and then this wouldn’t happen. He’d hold me, and I’d inhale his familiar scent and then I’d let him sweet-talk me into believing more of his lies.
I raised the gun, pointing it directly at his chest.
He froze.
So did I.
“Rebel!” Vaughn’s voice was sharp at the sight of the gun.
He took a step toward me, but I held one hand out to him in a stop motion.
“Don’t. Just stay there, Vaughn.”
Kian slowly raised his hands, his gaze burning through me, a mixture of hurt and surprise behind the green depths. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“Were you having an affair with my mom? The truth this time, Kian. Don’t fucking lie to me.”
He shook his head.
Anger burned through me. “You’re lying.”
“I swear I’m not.”
He took half a step forward, but I matched him, pressing the gun directly into his chest.
“Don’t,” I warned, but my voice cracked. Which only made me angrier, because damn him, I didn’t want to be doing this. I wanted to believe him when he said he wasn’t sleeping with her, but I just knew there was more to the story.
I’d known all along, ever since I’d found those magazines with my mother’s handwriting on them.
I just hadn’t wanted to believe it.
“Did you know my mom was pregnant?” I choked out.
He blinked. Then oddly, smiled. “She was? That’s so great.” Then his smile dropped, and his shoulders slumped. “Would have been great,” he corrected himself.
I stared at him, watching his face intensely for any little sign that might give me some sort of clue as to what the hell had happened inside this house when it was just my mom, Bart, and Kian living in it. “Sasha found the full autopsy report, and it had a workup on the baby.” My gaze slid to Vaughn’s for a second. “Bart wasn’t the father. He wasn’t a genetic match.”
He didn’t react.
But Kian did. “No. He wouldn’t have been. He couldn’t have kids. It was a miracle he and Riva even had Vaughn.”
Vaughn’s gaze slid to Kian’s. “How did you know that?”
Kian sighed, focusing on me. “Can you put the gun down before I say this?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
