Page 140 of Rebel Revenge

He leaned in close. “Maybe I’ll share these with Bethany-Melissa too. Maybe now she’ll finally understand how big a mistake she made when she left me.”

I mumbled something.

He grinned and leaned in. “What was that, little slut?”

I mustered up every ounce of energy I could find, refusing to go out without at least one final word. “Everyone knows you weren’t good enough for her, Caleb. That you couldn’t make her come with your tiny dick. That your fiancée went looking for better and found it in a Saint View trailer park. How. Fucking. Embarrassing.”

It was his weak spot, and I knew it. The one button I could press to really get beneath his skin.

All Caleb Black had ever cared about was what other people thought of him.

Bliss didn’t even know it, but she’d destroyed him when she’d left him. When she’d picked three men from Saint View over Caleb and his fancy house and car. She’d embarrassed him in front of the men he’d spent years trying to impress.

I was only sad she wasn’t here to see exactly how bad she’d hurt him.

It was a victory I would tell her gleefully.

Vaughn, Fang, and Kian would be here any minute. They’d kill Caleb and cut me loose, and we’d put this entire thing behind us.

Caleb couldn’t touch me.

He’d already taken so much, but now it was my turn.

I knew his dirty little secret, and it wasn’t the girl in the basement.

It was that Caleb Black was an insecure boy, desperate for other people’s approval.

Caleb’s face turned red.

His anger boiled to the surface, echoing out in a screech of frustration. “No!”

But I didn’t have to say anything. We both knew the truth.

He could kill me now, but the words were out. I wasn’t the only one who saw it. If I could work it out, then surely his colleagues already had as well.

There was no pretending for him anymore.

No convincing himself he held the respect of anyone.

Somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed.

I smiled. “I win, Caleb,” I whispered. “I won, didn’t I? They’re coming. Vaughn. Fang. Kian. The police. You think stabbing me with that blunt old pocketknife is going to do enough damage I won’t survive the minutes until that siren is on top of you? You’re all out of time, Caleb. The game is over.”

He looked over his shoulder toward the front of the house but then focused back on me.

His eyes darkened. “No, little slut. I always win.”

With a grin straight from Hell, he tipped the chair backward, splashing it into the pool.

With me still tied to it.

The end…for now.

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