Page 84 of Rebel

I hope she’s humiliated. I hope that custom Chanel is ruined and she can never look in the mirror again without being horrified like he was. I hope I scarred her even a little bit because she scarred him.

I’m a cold-blooded, vindictive bitch. If they hadn’t been there to stop me, I would have killed her, even with all those people watching. I’ve never been the type to kill before. I have a quiet anger, and it takes a lot to get me to snap, but when I do, you better be out of my fucking way. Still, I’ve never come as close to losing it as I did today.

All for Kolton.

“Danvers.” I jerk upright, almost falling from the bench I was sprawled on.

“Yeah?” I cough, clearing my throat, and my vague, curious thoughts ponder how one man pushed me so far into the deep end when he’s supposed to be my enemy.

“Come on, you’re out.” The cell unlocks, and I frown curiously as I get to my feet and head his way.

“What do you mean?” I ask, crossing my arms. Is this a trap?

“You’ve got one hell of a lawyer, not to mention the news and fans are demanding your release.”

Blinking in confusion, I step up to his side. “Wait, why?”

“You’ll see.” He grins.

I didn’t even call a lawyer. Did the guys do this? Even after the scandal I just caused? Let’s face it, I broke all the rules and could have ruined them once more, but no one else would have called one for me, right?

“Personally, I wanted to let you get a few more kicks in,” he mutters softly, making me burst into laughter as he leads me to the front.

I stop when I see the news headline boldly splashed across the screen in the reception area. The cop lets me go as he grabs the paperwork, and I move closer. My heart hammers as I stare at a worried, scared-looking Kolton, a stern Travis, and an enraged Chase. Cameras flash, and it’s clear it’s from an interview.

Kolton Haynes Admits He Was Abused by His Sister. Bandmate Beck is Being Held for Assault.

Uncaring who is watching, I crank up the volume and listen. My hand covers my mouth and tears form in my eyes as Kolton explains what happened and rips open his past.

Why would he do that?

The answer is whispered in my head.

He did it for me.

“Beck!”

I turn, and tears trickle down my face as I stare at a grinning Chase, a worried Trav, and a fearful-looking Kolton. “Shit, we wanted to be here when you got out. We even got you a balloon.” He pulls it from behind his back, and I laugh.

It reads, “Congratulations.”

“There’s a cake in the car too.” Chase grins as he rushes my way. “I chose the wording. It says, ‘Congratulations on being a badass.’”

Giggling, I sink into his embrace. “Of course you did.”

I’m swept into a hug from Trav as well, who scans me before nodding.

Both of them pick up a hand, inspecting my crusted, scabby knuckles. “They’ll be fine,” I murmur.

“It must hurt like a son of a bitch. We’ll get them taken care of when we get home.” Trav nods. “Sorry it took us so long. We had to figure out a plan to get you out.”

I jerk my eyes to the TV, which is rerunning the press conference. “Was this your idea?”

“No.” Kolton’s voice is small, and I move past Trav and Chase. “It was mine. It was time for the truth to come out. I’m not ashamed, but I would be if I let you suffer for protecting me.”

“Kolt,” I whisper. “You shouldn’t have. You didn’t need to protect me?—”

“Of course I did.” He frowns, moving closer but still not touching me, as if he’s unsure if he’s allowed to. “You beat the shit out of my sister for me, Beck. You protected me, even when you were being arrested. If you think I wouldn’t rip out my heart just to keep you safe, then you don’t know me well enough. I’d do anything, Beck,” he admits softly, “to make sure you’re okay.”

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