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.

tempted to go into the restaurant but I tell myself to calm the fuck down

some decent shots. Ryan

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

just as betrayed as I do, which infuriates me all over

me when I speak. “He can’t get away with this. He fucked with you. He fucked with me. And he

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

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

to hear any of

to fuck with me,” I say, because it’s all

phone when it starts to

what he’s doing and

call you later?” He ends the call before she can answer him,

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

“Who?”

“Your sister and Sadie.”

his eyes. “Great. They’re probably conspiring with

up by the balls, but I can’t worry about

later. I hate that I

those spray paint cans in the back of Blake’s car was fucking

Ryan grabs my shirt and yanks me down so we’re crouched

hell?” I jerk out of his hold.

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

see Blake

With…

Aisha?

What the fuck?