Page 81 of Rebel

I’m collecting secrets, secrets that could destroy them, yet I’m almost reluctant to use them against them. I need to be sure first. It’s so confusing. I’m angry, I hate them, and I want revenge, but at the same time, I’m worried that if I spill all these secrets and I’m wrong, I will never recover, but right now, I don’t care.

I glance back at him, and what I see makes my decision for me. Facing forward, I see her mouth open again, but I don’t let her speak. I slam my fist right into her monstrous face.

I hear someone scream and then rushing footsteps as people surround us, trying to hold me back, but I shrug them off, fighting to get back to her as Kolton’s sister cries, clutching her nose. Blood drips down her perfect dress, and I like it.

A sick sense of bloodlust fills me as I kick the person holding me and throw myself at her. I knock her to the floor as she screams. Grabbing her head, I slam it into the marble with a satisfying crack as she writhes below me.

“How do you like fighting someone your own size?” I hiss in her face. “He might not be willing to kill you for what you did, but I certainly am, you pervert.”

She slaps me, and my head spins. Tasting my own blood, I grin down at her. “That was the only shot you get.” I slam my fist into her face again, feeling two of my knuckles and her nose split as she shouts. “You like to hurt people so much? You like to touch without permission?” I slam my fist into her again. “This is what you get. You dare walk back into his life after what you did to him?”

I slam her head back into the marble as she cries and kicks.

“I’m calling the police!” a man in a suit shouts. He has been trying to claw me off her while security surrounds us, unsure what to do. Phones are out and pointed our way, but I don’t care. I glance at Kolton and see he’s frozen, locked in his past and so alone and terrified after what she did to him.

I need to make sure she can never hurt him again.

Gripping her fake hair, I yank her head up as I grin at him. “You do that. In the meantime, I’m going to get as many shots in as I can.” I spit on her face, uncaring about the eyes and cameras on us. “I’m going to ruin your face so you look exactly how you are on the inside.”

I do just that. I ram my fist into her face so many times, I lose count. Blood coats me and the perfect marble floor. I barely recognize myself or what I’m doing until arms yank me off her, and even then, I’m screaming and fighting to get back to her until a stern voice barks in my ear.

“Enough, you’re under arrest.”

It doesn’t take long for the cops to arrive. I guess when rich people call, they come running.

The sirens pierce my ears, and I slump into their grip. “You’re done,” another one comments as I see paramedics running to her unmoving body. Her face is a bloody pulp, and it’s only then my knuckles start to hurt.

“Jesus, you’re Beck Danvers,” the one holding me mutters. “You really fucked up, just when you guys were making a comeback.”

“Yeah, well, she deserved it,” I mutter as I let them drag me away. I see her twitch, so I know she’s not dead.

I don’t know if I’m relieved about that or not.

Actually, I do. I’m disappointed. I’d rather go to jail knowing she’s dead.

My eyes go to Kolton. He’s holding himself, glancing between me and her. He’s alone in the midst of the chaos.

He looks so lost, so young.

I focus on a lost Kolton and try to relax. “Sir, could you please allow me to call my friends for him?” I nod my head at Kolton, playing on the police officer’s fan-like behavior. “He’s been through a lot, and he needs them here. I’m not saying don’t arrest me, but please let me get his brothers here so I know he’s safe.”

“One call,” he mutters, so I grab my phone and dial quickly. “It’s okay, Kolt. I’m here. It’s okay,” I tell him as I try to hide my busted knuckles so I don’t worry him.

“Hey, baby, how’s the date?” Chase starts.

“Kolton needs you.” I quickly reel off the address. “Get here as soon as you can, okay?”

“Are you okay?” he asks, sounding worried now.

“I’m fine. Please come take care of Kolt for me. He needs us, but I have to go. Just come take care of him for me so I know he’s okay.” I hang up and hand them my phone, holding out my hands, which look like raw meat, so they can cuff me.

Blood is splattered up my hands and knuckles, but I boldly lift my gaze to the cops. “Will she live?”

“It’s too soon to tell,” one murmurs as he stares at me, sighing. “Why’d you do it?”

“Because she’s a sick fucking pervert who got what she deserved. I’d do it again. You let me go now and I’ll finish the job.”

“You shouldn’t say that to a cop,” he mutters.

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