Page 55 of Rebel

“No, I like it,” Kolt says. “Let’s go shopping.”

“Oh God, no, not with him.” I cringe as Chase sits up.

“Oh, this is going to be good.” He laughs evilly as he rubs his hands together, and Kolton and I share a worried look.

If there is one thing Chase Reed can do better than sing, it’s shop.

The man makes it into a sport and runs it like a fucking Olympian.

We stand with bags hanging from our arms and wrists, watching him move around the stores with scary precision, like a hunter searching for the perfect present.

“I’ll take this in rose gold with the matching earrings.” He points at something in the jewelry case before moving on. “I’ll take three of everything”—he points—“in blue and yellow if you have it.” He moves deeper. “I also want this in black.” He throws the item behind him as the associate grabs it.

“Chase, this is way too much,” I begin.

“She has barely anything, just a duffle bag.” He shivers in revulsion, his eyes landing on a dress before walking over. He picks it up, eyes it, then puts it back down.

I look to Kolton for help, and he shrugs. Sighing, I wander through the aisle to avoid his crazy. I find myself in the dress section, and even though I hate shopping, I drop the bags near the one on display there.

It’s perfect.

“Excuse me, we’ll take this too,” I call, and then the associate runs to the back to grab it. My smile widens at the stretchy dress. It hugs the mannequin, and my mouth almost waters as I imagine how it will hug Beck’s curves. It’s sleeveless and has holes cut throughout—one in the chest, one high on the left hip, one lower on the right thigh, and one on the back.

It’s beautiful and edgy, which makes it perfect for our rocker.

“Knew you would get involved,” Chase comments, and I turn to see him leaning on a railing. This whole floor has been shut down for us. With one flash of his eyes and smile, they eagerly agreed to do it. “How do you feel about me getting us matching necklaces? It’s a trick question, by the way, because I already got them. They are being engraved.” He strides forward, stopping at my side. “Nice pick.” He claps my shoulder. “She’ll love it.”

“You think?”

“I know. Beck Danvers loves pretty things—that’s why she likes us so much. Come on, let’s get you measured for a new suit while we’re here.”

Nodding, I grab my bags and follow him, wondering what Beck is up to now and what will happen when we see her again.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Fuck their apology and their kisses.

Fuck them for making me want them.

Desire is a double-edged sword, and even though them wanting me makes my job easier, I hate that I want them back.

I can still taste them on my lips, feel their hands on me, and see the looks in their eyes as I walked away. I’m betting no one has left Chase Reed panting and wanting before. I did, and part of me both hates and loves it.

I’m so confused, but I can’t get lost again.

I need justice for my sister and revenge for what happened, and if they were involved, then I’ll take them down. Ignoring my desire, I head to the city library. I keep my shades on and add a hat. I don’t expect anyone to notice me, since I’m no one compared to the guys, but I can’t be too careful. I need everything to go perfectly, which means I need to blend in.

I scan a card under a false name, and like I did the day I came to the city, I head to the back and settle in to read the news. The more I know about what happened and who they are, the better. I could just ask them, but they won’t tell me.

I need the truth.

I dive into the news that came out after her death.

Tragedy Strikes Dead Ringers Again, Singer Dead!

Lead Singer of Dead Ringers Found Dead!

Was it Drugs? Lead Singer of Dead Ringers Dead.

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