Page 139 of Wreck Me

We’d been so caught up in our heated conversation, thanks to Bastian’s rapidly growing unhinged state taking it there, that none of us had registered the shadow falling over the door.

Skylar came into view, obviously having been lurking outside, just out of view.

She was wrapped in a vibrant-blue silk robe that Cas had ordered to the house for her late last night, along with a bunch of clothes and toiletries, so she’d be comfortable here this weekend. As she moved, it rose up on her thighs and it looked like the thin silk was all she was wearing. Mmm. Her hair was pulled into a loose, messy ponytail, just adding to the whole sexy-as-fuck look.

She looked between us, spinning her phone in her hand. “Guys?”

Bastian pulled from Cas and went to her, frantically taking her hands. “How much did you hear? Fuck, were you listening outside this entire time? I’m so sorry. It’s not what you—”

“It’s okay. Take a breath.” She thumbed the open door. “Yeah, I was listening for a little bit. You wanted to use me for something, I already knew that much, and I was trying to figure out what that was to be honest. But I only heard the tail end, just bits and pieces that don’t make sense without the whole context.”

“And you’re not upset about the using part?” Bastian asked, incredulously.

She didn’t look the least bit upset. In fact, all I was registering was curiosity.

I smiled to myself. She certainly was another level. Of course she hadn’t reacted in such an obvious way. Not her. She didn’t see things or the world the same, regular way that others did. She was like the three of us with our warped perspective on things.

“I heard you defending me and I heard King assuring you that using me was no longer on the table.” A sheepish look came over her face and she looked out at us from beneath her lashes, her cheeks heating a little as she said, “Besides, after the way the three of you took care of me last night, it was made clear that your intent toward me is far from nefarious.” She grinned. “At least now.”

With Bastian stunned, she pulled from him and addressed Cas. “You brought me here and asked me to stay because you’re ready to show me what you want my participation with, yes?”

“That’s correct, love.”

“It’s obvious at this point that you want my skills as Onyx for something. But there’s also something else, isn’t there? Another reason why you had your eye on me and had Bastian and Caleb infiltrate my life the moment I set foot in Luxe? It’s because when you searched out somebody of my skillset you also came across something else, yes? My association with a certain someone? Jett? Jett Bane?”

We all jolted at her bringing that up herself, right out in the open, after all this time.

Before any of us could respond, she went on, “I know who he is to you. Or, should I say, who his older brother is to you. Elijah Bane, your chief competitor and a thorn in your side. He’s also a psychopath, just like Jett.” She looked at Bastian. “Not the kind of psychopath I playfully called you, sweets.”

Sweets? That was damn cute and it had Bastian grinning for a moment in spite of the difficult subject matter.

“No, Jett is the full-on, irredeemable kind. Dangerous beyond measure and completely unhinged. He’s one of the reasons I left my life behind. So, if there’s been any worry that I was allied with him, that I see him in any favorable way, I can guarantee that’s the farthest thing from the truth.” She eyed me. “Those texts you asked me about are from him.” She shoved a hand through her hair. “I wanted to handle this myself, but that’s no longer an option, because now it could impact the three of you.”

“Because we’ve brought you into the fold?” I asked.

“Not just that. Because of a message I received earlier this morning.” She swiped open her phone and held it out.

We all gathered around as she pulled up the message in question.

There was a picture that she showed us first of Bastian pushing her up against her bike down some backroad, devouring her mouth, and a clear shot of his cock buried in her cunt with her pants around her ankles and his jeans shoved down to his thighs.

“Jesus,” Bastian said, pissed that she had been caught on display like that. He wasn’t the only one. “We were in the middle of nowhere.”

“Well, Jett, the slippery shit that he is, obviously had eyes there,” she ground out, before showing us the accompanying text.

Unknown Number: I warned you. Now trying to replace me with the city’s It-Boy bitch, letting him taste you, mark you, and sink into MY cunt? Lose the boy toy and get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness. Send me a video first of your heartfelt apology, then we’ll make it in-person once you’ve earned my pardon. You won’t like the consequences if you disobey. I’ll brand you in a much more visible place this time. You. Are. Mine.

His threats were beyond sickening and a growl escaped me.

And Bastian, well if he could spit fire, I was pretty sure he’d be doing that right now. That anger he’d burst in here with, and even what Damien had unleashed in him last night, was nothing compared to what I was seeing right now. He was fucking well shaking with it, his eyes damn well flaming.

But Cas was showing no discernible reaction.

You’d think that would’ve been a good thing, but with him it was the opposite. It meant he was calculating, planning as he absorbed every little detail. This wasn’t just a threat to her, which would’ve been bad enough, it was to all of us and on so many levels. The fact Jett thought he could come at Bastian too, it would be another level for Cas. He wouldn’t stand for that. Ever.

“The rest?” he finally spoke.

Skylar looked out at us, taking in our reactions, and winced. “You’re sure you want to see?”

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