You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

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.

calm the fuck down and head back

focus through the tinted back windows, but I manage to get some decent shots. Ryan

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

as betrayed as I do, which infuriates me all

get away with this. He fucked with you. He fucked with me.

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

times before even knowing who the hell she

need to hear any

and decided to fuck with me,” I

phone when it starts to

 

Sadie asking what he’s doing and if he

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

a sneaking suspicion she’s with Harper, and they’re trying to

“Who?”

“Your sister and Sadie.”

eyes. “Great. They’re probably conspiring with

to string me up by the

later. I

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

grabs my shirt and yanks me down so

jerk out of his

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

see Blake exiting the

With…

Aisha?

What the fuck?

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