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.

I tell myself to calm the fuck down and head back for Blake’s car,

hard to focus through the tinted back windows, but I manage to get some decent shots. Ryan takes photos too, an endless

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

as betrayed as I do, which

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

didn’t get his chance?” Ryan shakes his head. “I still don’t know how

times before even knowing who the hell she was. How I bullied her and treated her like absolute shit. Fingered her in the

to hear any of

fuck with

up.” Ryan shakes his head, glancing down at his phone when it starts to ring. He

asking what he’s doing and if he wants

the call before she can answer

have a sneaking suspicion she’s with Harper, and they’re trying to figure out what the

“Who?”

“Your sister and Sadie.”

They’re

the balls, but I can’t worry about that

I hate that I ditched her,

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

my shirt and yanks me down so we’re crouched behind a

hell?” I jerk out of his hold. “What’s

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

to see Blake exiting

With…

Aisha?

What the fuck?