You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

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.

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 manage to get some decent shots. Ryan takes photos too, an endless stream of them, his expression turning darker and

best fucking friends,” Ryan mutters. “I can’t believe

betrayed as I do, which infuriates me

destroy him.” Ryan glances over at me when I speak. “He can’t get away with this. He

too and he’s pissed he didn’t get his chance?” Ryan shakes

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

doesn’t need to hear

me with Harper and decided to fuck with me,”

glancing down at his phone when it starts to ring. He makes a

what he’s doing and if he wants

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

and they’re trying

“Who?”

“Your sister and Sadie.”

eyes. “Great. They’re probably

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

I hate that I ditched her,

the back of Blake’s car was

and yanks me down

out of his hold.

before he slowly rises, peeking over the side of the car. I do

see

With…

Aisha?

What the fuck?