Page 187 of Wreck Me

My dad had flipped out when he’d found out about it and now, despite my protests, he and Jeremy were working to track down the person responsible alongside Damien. How they knew it wasn’t just him was bad enough, because it meant they were actually, unbeknownst to them, searching out Jett. The very thing I hadn’t wanted to ever happen. Damien was also in their sights, but hard to get to because of his position among the elite, not to mention, his mom protecting him with the full might of the Thorn estate. My mom had been away for a couple of days at her development project, but when she’d come home, she’d actually broken her freeze-out with me because she’d been so appalled by it. Appalled at me, it seemed, more than at the situation itself. Because all she’d said to me was pretty much an I-told-you-so with me not keeping away from the very toxic elements she’d warned me about.

So, I’d been lying low ever since and I hadn’t seen the guys at all.

At first, they’d been bombarding me with texts, asking if I was okay, and then wanting to see me. I’d told them that I was fine, but that I needed space.

They’d accepted that.

Initially.

Then this morning I’d woken up to a text from Bastian.

Bastian: You can’t do this. You were all in. You’re part of this now, of us. You can’t just walk away.

In the state he was obviously in because of all of this, I doubted he’d realized it, but the message had come off so much like Jett’s texts when he’d first discovered I’d left Vista Ridge.

It had sent a hell of a shudder through me.

The threat in it.

The promise of shackling me to them forevermore.

The unhinged nature of it.

I hadn’t responded.

I wasn’t intending to walk away, but a mere returned text wouldn’t do much to reassure him of that.

Especially when I was reconsidering how things had turned out so far, how to put power and control back in my hands after giving them way too much.

I cared about them so much at this point, I was definitely deeply immersed with them, but the sex tape thing had been a wakeup call that I’d been way too close to losing myself in them.

I couldn’t let that be, so I needed to find a balance with it all somehow.

Things needed to change where that was concerned.

And I was also working on something else.

Using the connections I’d made as an esteemed fighter in the fight club near Vista Ridge, along with a couple of others I’d ventured out to and made a name for myself in, I was using the owners of those places to track Jett down.

Simply responding to his texts and asking him to meet was too dangerous. I couldn’t allow him to know that I was coming. The element of surprise was key when it came to him.

All this time, I’d wanted to just put all of that behind me.

I’d thought he wouldn’t be able to start up trouble again or to get to me with being back in Rossun—the home of his brother’s enemy. But he’d found a way to do that without even being here in person.

He wouldn’t stop.

So I would stop him.

It was what I should’ve done in the first place.

What he’d done to me had undercut my confidence and rattled me to such a degree that I’d turned away from the confrontation route completely.

I shouldn’t have.

And now I would remedy that mistake.

Get ready, asshole.

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