Page 133 of Rebel Revenge

An evil laughter splintered right through me.

“Ah, look at this. Two of my little sluts, getting all acquainted down here in the dark where they belong.”

The woman’s scream was ear piercingly loud, but it was quickly cut off.

“Stupid bitch, you think you can come into my house like you fucking own it? You’re both as stupid as each other.” He slammed his fist against my door. “Hear that, slut?”

I heard. I heard every second of the fight the woman put up. Every grunt and groan and curse Caleb uttered as he fought with her.

She was stronger than I was. Fiercer. Braver.

And with every second that passed, I prayed she’d be the one who came out on top.

Until there were no sounds left.

Except Caleb’s evil laughter.

And I was alone again.

33

FANG

Everything inside me wanted to kill the man who’d dared to lay a finger on my woman. He was right there, tied up at my feet, staring up at me with piss-stained pants and pathetic, begging eyes.

But he wasn’t mine to finish.

I knew what it meant, to take out the person who’d hurt you. There was a closure in it. One that brought peace you couldn’t get in any other way.

She needed that.

My little Pix.

I wouldn’t take it from her, even if this motherfucker deserved to die a thousand fucking times in a thousand different ways.

I knelt and stared Rebel’s rapist in the eye. “Your time will come. And when it does, I’ll be standing right behind her, proud as fucking hell. You underestimated her, friend. You think you’re scared now? Just wait.”

I meant every fucking word.

But if I hung around here any longer, my base desires that screamed to take out a knife and run it across his throat might get the better of me. I strode around the front of the house and leaned on an overpriced car, while I stared at the front door, waiting for Rebel to reemerge with Kian and Vaughn. She’d closed the door when she’d gone back in, and the fucking thing needed a code to open. One I didn’t know.

I pulled out a smoke and lit it up, needing the fucking thing to calm the nerves that mounted with every passing minute.

It was taking too long.

I strode to the gate where we’d entered and eyed the solid silver padlock that hadn’t been there earlier. I racked my brain for a single logical reason they would have locked everyone in and came up with nothing.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted the bucket of phones, stashed away, half hidden behind a garden bed. The rising sense of dread intensified. No one on that side of the fence had any way of leaving or even calling out for help. The whole thing screamed red flag.

I should have said something. Should have put a stop to this crazy before it got to this point. But it was too late for regrets now.

I rifled through the bucket, taking out my phone, as well as Kian’s and Vaughn’s. I picked up my pacing again and called Rebel, but it went straight to voicemail, her chirpy, sassy greeting and directions to leave a message familiar.

Normally it made me smile. I loved every fucking thing about her, from her voice to her body, to the way she made me feel whenever we were in the same room.

I hated how I felt right now, without her at my side.

I stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette. “Fuck this.”

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