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“Someone spray painted ‘biker whore’ on your car.”

I stare at Rex, wishing he didn’t look so mad at himself, and then let out a small laugh. When Rex’s eyebrows shoot high on his forehead, I laugh again.

“It’s spray paint, Aria. Not something that’s going to wash off easily,” Rex explains slowly, like he’s talking to a child.

“It’s a car, Rex. Not my favorite child or a pet. The club owns a body shop, so it’ll get fixed. Wait, how did Higgins know someone was outside if the cameras weren’t working?” I ask, somewhat confused.

“The basic system is always on, but all the additional cameras that make this place a fortress weren’t. Why? Because I’m a fucking idiot. I preach constantly to everyone about using their systems. The features are there to be used, and I’ve repeated that enough times that people are sick of me talking about them. I created most of these systems, and yet I’m the fucking moron that forgets to arm his own,” Rex explains before shoving his hands through his hair again.

“Did the basic system pick anything up?” I ask, hoping to distract him from beating himself up.

“Guy had a hoodie on and kept his head down, back to the cameras. Looks like the same one from your place. I—wait! Maybe some of my neighbor’s cameras picked something up,” Rex says excitedly before grabbing up his phone again.

“Can you view what their cameras may have seen?” I question.

“Not legally, but fuck yeah, I can,” he responds in a distracted voice. “We need to run to the office. It’ll be easier and quicker there. Let’s go,” he says before grabbing my hand and pulling me off my stool.

“Um, let’s get some clothes on first, yeah?” I say, then laugh when Rex stops moving and looks at himself and then me.

“That would be good,” he mutters.

Dressing in a hurry, we make our way outside and to Rex’s bike. I pull back and start shaking my head in a negative gesture. Rex looks at me and then the bike and back to me.

“Have you rode before?” he asks, nodding toward his bike.

“No, and I don’t think I want to,” I answer honestly.

“How did I not know you’re afraid of bikes?” Rex questions with a tilt to his head.

“I don’t have an answer for that, but I’ll drive my whorish car and follow you,” I respond with a bit of panic in my voice.

I squint my eyes at Rex’s chuckle. I didn’t even know I was this against riding a bike until this moment, but here we are. His reaction to my stance isn’t making my glare smooth out, either.

“We’ll take my car. It’s in the garage. Come on,” he states while holding a hand out toward me.

I reluctantly take his hand and follow him to the garage. I’m not sure what I expected, but a Dodge Challenger in gunmetal gray wasn’t on the list. It’s stunning and cool as fuck. I slide into the passenger seat when Rex opens the door for me, and I’m instantly in love. I am so going to ditch my practical SUVand buy a car just like this one. When I tell Rex that, he laughs loudly.

“Since I got your car tagged, you can have full use of this one,” he states.

“You didn’t get my car tagged. I had full intentions of tackling you the moment you opened the door, so it’s my fault too. Whoever this creep is, he’s the guilty party.”

Reaching over, Rex grasps my hand and continues holding it while he maneuvers the car out of the garage. I take a moment and look at the beautiful interior of his car and feel a jolt of excitement at getting to drive it soon.

Arriving at the security office, I walk inside with Rex following me after he unlocks the door. When the door closes behind us, I turn to ask him a question when I hear a moan. My eyebrows rise in surprise, and I notice Rex’s do too. Rex uses his hand to pull me behind him and then starts walking silently down the hall while grabbing a baseball bat on the way. I stay close to his back, phone in hand, butterflies in my stomach. When another moan breaks the silence, Rex indicates which room it’s coming from, and we inch toward it.

When Rex goes to the open door, he slowly eases his head around the frame and then jerks back so quickly he nearly takes me out. My heart is now beating out of my chest, and I’m gripping his hand tight enough to cause an injury. When Rex turns his head and motions for me to stay quiet, I try to calm my breathing. Then he grins, and it’s an evil grin. Leaning toward me, he whispers in my ear.

“Revenge doesn’t always have to cost money, but it should always be painful.”

I frown, then smile when I realize whoever is in that room is not a threat to us, but Rex is about to become one to them. I indicate that I want to see what’s going on in that room, so Rex silently shuffles me forward enough to view inside, and I jerk my head back in surprise. I don’t get much of a chance to process what I saw because as soon as there is a long-drawn-out groan, Rex jumps into the doorway, shouting “hey” and slamming the bat hard against the door. The noise is so loud it startles me even though I saw it happening.

I can’t even describe the word that was shouted, more like screamed, because it was garbled with pain. The female shriek following that sound, though, was clearly one of panic. I have a second of feeling bad for her before stepping into the doorway and leaning my arm across Rex’s back as he’s bent over, hands on knees, laughing his ass off.

I can’t help but join him as I watch Reeves’ body slowly slide out of his chair and melt onto the floor. His guttural sounds and the gripping of his cock scream agony as he flops around on the floor like a fish out of water.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuckkkkk! Make it stop!” Reeves moans as his bare ass makes an appearance, then disappears as he rolls back and forth.

I’m laughing so hard that leaning against Rex’s body is the only thing keeping me standing. I swipe at the tears running down my face because I don’t want to miss a second of this. Knowing about Reeves and Pigeon tazing Rex’s manly parts, I completely understand his need for vengeance. It looks like he got his payback again.

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