Page 95 of Rebel Revenge

“That’s what I said.”

“I’m going down to the police station.”

“Good.” I shook my keys in his direction and pushed to my feet. “I’ll drive.”

“Neither of you are going down there,” Rebel announced from behind Fang’s broad back.

I hadn’t even noticed her standing there because he took up so much of the room.

Fang put his hand to the back of her neck. “Pix, it’s bad. They’re—”

“Pinning it on me. Yeah, I know. I already had the pleasure of speaking to them.”

I blinked. “You knew?”

Fang glared at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shrugged. “Because I knew you’d lose it like you did when you saw Leonn at the hospital.”

Fang dropped his gaze to the floor, probably knowing she was right. Every muscle in his body was stiff with holding himself back. I could tell, because I felt the same way. I wanted to storm out of the door, drive down to the station, and demand to know why they were wasting their time concentrating on Rebel when the real killer was out there somewhere.

My father would roll over in his grave if I let the woman he’d wanted taken care of go to jail for his murder.

I’d already been such a disappointment to him. I couldn’t deal with the thought of continuing that.

But Rebel’s glare was all business. I had a feeling she’d throw herself in front of my car if Fang and I tried to make a getaway in it.

“Sit. Both of you.”

Fang immediately did as he was told, slumping down onto the couch.

I had reservations. “On the sex couch, bro? Really? No one has even cleaned that thing yet.”

Fang raised one eyebrow. “Is that what’s really bothering you? Or the fact you can’t stop thinking about how I licked her pussy ’til she coated my face in—”

“Okay! That’s about enough of that,” Rebel butted in, her cheeks pink. “Sit somewhere. I don’t care. But Vaughn, we need to talk.”

I eyed Fang, feeling punchy. “If it’s about the way you came because I told you to—”

She cut me off with a glare, and I conceded with a smirk.

“Fine. Fine. I’m sitting.”

“Can we just forget last night happened and never talk about it again, please?” she asked.

I didn’t want to do that, but I wasn’t going to argue. Especially since Fang was nodding. Of course he was. He was the lucky bastard who’d had her in his room all night. I’d be feeling pretty smug if that had been me too.

Rebel brushed her hands off, like that was all taken care of, then turned to Fang. “Can I get a big sheet of paper and a marker, please?”

I lifted my head. “What for?”

But Fang didn’t question her. He stood and disappeared into a room with a ‘private’ name plaque on the door and returned a moment later with a poster-sized sheet of paper and a black Sharpie. “This do?”

She took them from him, kissed his cheek, and knelt on the floor in front of a low coffee table.

“We playing school?” I asked her. “You want to be the teacher or the student?”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “We all know the girl from Saint View could teach you things beyond your wildest imagination, Vaughn.”

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