Page 80 of Rebel Revenge

I’d underestimated her.

I broke the hold she had on my neck, and she backed off, letting me breathe.

Good of her.

She grinned at me with that wicked, hyped-up smile from earlier. “Come on, Kian. Don’t go easy on me.”

I coughed, sure my throat was bruised. “I wasn’t,” I said honestly.

She may as well have been a rooster preening.

That was all I needed to sweep her feet out from under her with a low kick. She fell onto the grass at the side of the driveway, groaning at the impact.

“Come on,” I encouraged her. “If you aren’t broken, get up.”

She glared at me, eyes suddenly burning with anger. “I’m not fucking broken. Don’t say that to me.”

“Then get up and prove it.”

She pushed to her feet, fire flashing in her eyes.

“What?” I taunted her. “You didn’t think I’d fight back because you’re a girl? I wouldn’t disrespect you like that.”

She charged at me with a yell that would have woken Fang if he wasn’t half out of it.

But unlike the first time she’d gotten her shoulder to my gut, this time, I was waiting for it. I caught her mid charge, and spun her, so her back was to my chest. I pinned her arms beneath mine and held her tight, not letting her move.

“Your hand is on my boob, Kian.”

I’ve never let someone go so quick. “Fuck! Sorry. I didn’t mean it. I swear, I wasn’t trying to catch a grope. I’m just not used to fighting women. I don’t normally have to worry about where I put my hands—”

Her kick was sharp and strong, and aimed at my knees.

Only I made the painful mistake of crouching at the same time, trying to catch her expression to see how badly affected she was by my ill-placed hands.

And the kick caught me straight in the crotch.

Pain splintered through me, taking out my vision for a second. When it came back, Rebel was staring at me, white-faced.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!” She jerked forward.

I could only put it down to instinct when she rubbed at the spot she’d kicked.

I was instantly hard, despite the pain. “That’s my dick, Rebel,” I said in the same dry tone she’d used a moment earlier.

Later, when I replayed the moment while lying in my bed with an icepack on my junk, I would swear she gave it a single extra rub before she called practice finished for the day.

21

REBEL

It took an hour of sitting in my car, giving myself a pep talk before I could force myself inside for my first shift back at Psychos. Even then, I had to chant under my breath about how Psychos was not to blame for everything that had happened after I’d left that night.

I’d been okay when I’d stopped in to talk to my friends. The place had been filled with bright sunlight and casual chitchat.

But something about the deep shadows outside and being back here to work had me on edge, reliving that night in my head over and over.

My gaze went straight to the end of the bar where Caleb had sat, calling himself by a different name, and completely charming me with his cute stories and all-American smile.

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