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“Of course I want to fucking kill him!” I snarl, my fingernails curling against my palms. “Tell me you wouldn’t if you were in my shoes.” My own finger snaps out, pointing at Chase. “If it was him that was violated? That lost something so fucking personal, so fucking private, that he’d never come back from it. Tell me you wouldn’t kill the motherfucker that touched him!”
The room grows silent and I regret the words immediately. It’s not my place to get between him and Chase, to make them admit things I know they aren’t ready for.
They’ve been toeing this line for a while, and now, whatever’s going on between them is fragile. I can’t break it. I shouldn’t have said it.
I look between them, seeing the sadness and fear on my best friend's face. But beneath that is something else, and it makes me feel like complete shit.
His cheeks turn pink as he looks away with embarrassment. Embarrassment because Kon didn’t speak up in his defense.
I open my mouth to apologize, but before I can, Kon storms forward and shoves me into the counter behind me. His palms land on my shoulders and I’m pretty sure he’d be angrily fisting my shirt if I was wearing one.
“I would destroy any motherfucker who dared put a finger on him,” he hisses, his vow low and guttural. “I would rip them from end to end just for looking at him wrong, for making him even question how incredible he is. And if some sick fuck like that piece of shit who hurt you, hurt her, ever thought of violating him, there wouldn’t be a cell strong enough to keep me from turning them to ash and don’t you ever fucking forget it, Pyro.”
Swallowing, I bob my head, seeing the truth in his eyes, but also the understanding. He gets it. I knew he would.
There are no limits to what I would do for Eve. The thought of stepping up and confronting my abuser, the man who made it his personal mission to destroy me every day of my childhood, makes my skin crawl and body tremble.
It was one of the scariest things I could imagine—going after him, speaking out against him, making him pay.
But nothing is worse than finding Eve that way.
Nothing.
And for that alone, I’ll face my demons every single day till I die if I have to.
Kon softens, his hands cupping my shoulders instead of squeezing them. “I’m here for you both, Roman,” he murmurs. “Anything you need.”
I hear Chase sniffle as he steps up beside Kon and nods, meeting my eyes. “Me too.”
Kon’s mouth tips up a fraction as he glances at Chase over his shoulder before looking back to me. “But mark my words, nothing good will come from doing what your mind is telling you to. Nothing good will come from what your heart,” he breaks off, placing his hand on my chest, “your soul, is begging you to.”
“He’s right,” Chase murmurs, a defeated look on his face. “You can’t hurt him, Ro. As much as I hate to admit it, the fucker has clout. People in that town love him, trust him. If he winds up beaten and bloody, or worse, who do you think it’ll come back on?”
Me.
Always me.
The tattooed, pierced fuck-up that disappeared for years.
The kid who got in trouble again and again. Who vandalized and broke shit. Who burned Bibles.
The high school playboy and jock that threw parties and let young, innocent girls get so drunk, they had to have their stomachs pumped.
And Eve…
Eve doesn’t deserve to be put in the middle of that shit.
“If you get locked up, who will take care of her?” Kon murmurs.
I swallow, my eyes narrowing. “You guys.” I mean it, too. I know they would.
Chase scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You’re saying you want your girl alone with two hot pieces of ass like us?”
I snarl again and shove them both away, ignoring the way Chase chuckles and Kon huffs a laugh.
“Okay,” I grunt. “I get it. But what the hell am I supposed to do?”
Chase hesitates, his eyes darting to the hallway where Eve is before the opposite hall where Oli is. “You said you took her to the hospital?” he murmurs. I nod. “Did she tell the police?”
