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.

the restaurant but I tell myself to calm the

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

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

just as betrayed as I do, which infuriates me

at me when I speak. “He can’t get away with this. He

he wanted Harper too and he’s pissed he didn’t get his chance?” Ryan shakes his head. “I still

even knowing who the hell she was. How I bullied her

doesn’t need to

me with Harper and decided to fuck with me,” I say, because

shakes his head, glancing down at his phone when it starts to

asking what he’s doing

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

they’re trying to figure

“Who?”

“Your sister and Sadie.”

eyes. “Great. They’re probably conspiring

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

up to Harper later. I hate

the back of Blake’s

and yanks me down so we’re

the hell?” I jerk out of his hold.

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

in time to see Blake

With…

Aisha?

What the fuck?