Page 123 of Rebel

I nod. “Who?”

She gapes. “That’s it? No questions? Just who?”

I shrug, picking up my own shovel and testing it. “I’m with you, pretty girl, so if you say we are killing someone, then I’m asking what car we’re going in and if I need to bring snacks.” She just stares, so I elaborate. “You get cranky without snacks, and I don’t think feeding you my cock at a murder site is a good idea.”

Kolton nods. “I did find her googling how to kill someone.”

“It’s for Reign,” she admits with a sigh. “Then she reminded me that we watched that Santa Clarita show with shovels and plastic boxes.” She nods like that makes sense.

“Wait, who are we killing for Reign? I have to be honest, babe, she’s probably already killing them herself.”

“Nope, she’s too nice,” she mutters.

“Reign Harrow is . . . nice?” I share a look with Trav. “She’s many things, pretty girl, but nice isn’t one of them. Ambitious, crazy, talented, a good friend, but never really nice.”

“She’s nice, and she needs to be protected,” she snaps, her eyes slightly mad, and I soften, realizing she’s worried that what happened to her sister will happen to Reign.

“Okay, so we are killing someone.” I roll my sleeves up. “I’m in.”

I don’t want to ever see my girl upset like that again.

She pulls out her phone, texting as we wait. “What about chainsaws?” I ask. “It’s messier but probably easier.”

She nods and grabs my hand, and then we are looking at chainsaws on a Sunday morning. The shit I do for my girl.

“Reign says no.” She frowns, pouting.

“Aww, pretty girl.” I tug her to my side. “Want me to find someone else for you to murder? Would that make you happy?”

“I don’t think I would do well in prison,” Kolton remarks.

“You would be someone’s bitch.” I nod. “I mean, you’re already Beck’s bitch.”

“I should get you a shirt with that on it,” Trav adds.

Beck sighs. “Fine, no murder today, how boring. What’s something else we can do that’s fun?”

“You want a thrill, pretty girl?” I back her into the display, placing my hands on either side of her head as I lean in, dropping my eyes to her lips and getting distracted as I remember the way they felt wrapped around my cock last night. I get hard just like always when I’m with her.

It’s really fucking annoying to walk around with a hard-on this big. She should come with her own warning label.

“That’s not your penis,” she grumbles, trying to push me away, but her hands end up sliding down my chest as I grin. “It’s not fair that you’re so pretty. It’s distracting.”

“Sorry, pretty girl.” I go to kiss her when there’s a cough. We both turn to see Trav wincing.

“Sorry, people,” he reminds us sadly.

Sighing, I kiss her cheek near her lips. “Later, I’m going to kiss you all over,” I promise as I step back. “But for something exciting, I have an idea. Do you trust me?” I hold out my hand.

“Oh God, this is how all his bad ideas start.” Kolton groans as I smile.

She smiles back at me and lays her hand in mine. “I do. Let’s go do bad things.” My grin grows, and she sighs. “Not to each other, that’s after.”

“That’s my girl.”

BECK

“A tattoo?” I stare up at the sign. The shop looks closed, but Chase is tugging me toward it.

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