You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Easton

There are black spray paint cans in the back of Blake’s car, which is the same color that was used on the garage door. That’s why Ryan called me over here to this stupid restaurant.

It wasn’t Aisha who spray painted whore on their garage door.

It was fucking Blake.

“I’m going to kill him.”

I start toward the restaurant entrance but Ryan darts in front of me, shoving at my chest and stopping me. “Calm the fuck down, dude. We have to approach this right.”

“I’m going to. I’m going to kill him.” My voice is calm. Way too calm. I’m ready to tear that motherfucker from limb to limb. Rip his face off and shove it down his throat. Kick him so hard in the dick that he’ll never be able to father children.

Ever.

“No, you’re not. You can’t go into that restaurant and make a scene. Blake will deny everything and they’ll kick your ass out of the place.” Ryan shakes his head, his hands still on my chest, restraining me. “We need proof. Evidence.”

“Photos?” | ask.

Ryan nods. “If I let you go right now, you promise you won’t run into that restaurant?”

I could lie and say yes. Then find my way in there anyway and shove my fist into Blake’s smug face.

But maybe Ryan’s right. We need to approach this situation carefully. Methodically. Harper will have a hard time believing Blake did this. She’s firmly set on Aisha being responsible.

“Promise,” I say, my gaze meeting Ryan’s.

We stand in the parking lot, staring at each other before Ryan finally, reluctantly releases his hold on me.

Only for a second am I tempted to go into the restaurant but I tell myself to calm the fuck down and head back for Blake’s car, whipping out my phone so I can start taking photos.

It’s hard to focus through the tinted back windows, but I manage to get some decent shots. Ryan takes photos too, an endless stream of them, his expression turning darker and darker with every shot.

“He’s one of my best fucking friends,” Ryan mutters. “I can’t believe he did this.”

Ryan feels just as betrayed as I do, which infuriates me all over again.

“We‘re going to destroy him.” Ryan glances over at me when I speak. “He can’t get away with this. He fucked with you. He fucked with me. And he fucked with Harper.”

“What, he wanted Harper too and he’s pissed he didn’t get his chance?” Ryan shakes his head. “I still don’t know how this all started.”

I’m not about to explain myself. I can’t tell Ryan I kissed and groped his sister multiple times before even knowing who the hell she was. How I bullied her and treated her like absolute shit. Fingered her in the goddamn janitor’s closet for God’s sake.

Yeah. Ryan doesn’t need to hear any of that.

“He saw me with Harper and decided to fuck with me,” I say, because it’s all I got.

“That’s messed up.” Ryan shakes his head, glancing down at his phone when it starts to ring. He makes a face and answers it. “What?”

I can hear Sadie asking what he’s doing and if he wants to get together.

“I’m busy right now. Can I call you later?” He ends the call before she can answer him, the savage. “I don’t have time for her right now.”

I have a sneaking suspicion she’s with Harper, and they’re trying to figure out what the hell we’re doing. “They’re probably together.”

Probably coming up with ways to string me up by the balls, but I can’t worry about that right now.

He has no idea what I could do to him. What Ryan will do to him too. He has a whole mess of problems hanging over his head, and every one of them has my name on it.