Page 1 of Rebel Obsession

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VAUGHN

I didn’t stop for red lights.

I didn’t take my foot off the accelerator for corners or intersections. I blew through every single one, my need to get to Rebel more powerful than any concern for my own safety.

Caleb’s taunts rang in my ears.

Cry for them, baby. I bet they like it, too. You know she screams when you take her hard and fast? Oh, of course you do, she lives with you. You probably fuck her tight little cunt like that all the time, don’t you?

“Faster,” Kian muttered from behind me. He leaned forward, his head coming between the two front seats. “Fuck, Vaughn. You’re driving like my grandma.”

“My foot is already on the floor, asshole.” My teeth ached from gritting them. My dentist would have heart failure if he could hear the way they gnashed against each other.

Fang, sitting in the passenger seat, didn’t say a word. But his body language told me everything his mouth wasn’t. He was stiff as a board, his gaze trained on the dark road ahead of us, every muscle primed and ready to fight.

I focused on how far we had left to drive. Five streets maybe? Fuck. Why did it feel like they were all a million miles long? Why did a hard-down accelerator still feel so slow?

Caleb’s Halloween party played over and over in my head. A security guard forcing us to sign a waiver as we’d arrived. Taped-off areas Caleb clearly hadn’t wanted people in. Women outnumbered ten to one. I’d put that down to Caleb being a boy’s boy and girls never really liking him once they saw past his all-American good looks.

I’d assumed he’d just had no female friends.

That had been a mistake.

I’d underestimated how truly reprehensible he was. All too soon, his friends had shown their true colors.

They’d called it a ‘primal’ party. A throwback to caveman days where taking what you wanted, whether she wanted to give it or not, was the norm.

It was nothing more than an excuse for gang rape. Or watching others do it.

Bile churned in my stomach at the memory of them holding women down. Ripping at their clothes, forcing them to give up parts of themselves that hadn’t been offered. We’d been outnumbered, but I would have stepped in anyway, no thought to the consequences.

If Caleb hadn’t taken Rebel. If he hadn’t dragged her into his car and driven her back to our house.

I had no idea why he’d go there, of all places. But I knew what he was going to do to her if we didn’t get there in time to stop it. He’d already hurt her once. Him and his friends.

Kian, Fang, and I had promised revenge for the things they’d done to her. The deal was we’d have her back, but taking them out, making them pay, was all hers.

My fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “I know we said she could be the one to kill him…”

“He’s mine,” Fang practically growled, so low and deep even I shuddered at the pure malice in his voice.

“Make it hurt.” Kian cracked his knuckles.

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

I didn’t care about Caleb.

All I cared about was her. The woman I’d been calling Roach for the past few weeks, ever since I’d found out she was my new stepsister. The woman I’d comforted when our parents had been murdered.

The woman I’d watched ride Fang’s face until she came, and who I’d developed a serious case of feelings for. Ones that were decidedly unbrotherly, step or otherwise.

I didn’t exactly know how she’d crept up on me so fast. One minute we were strangers—an attraction between us, no doubt—but I was married. Separated, and very much out of love with my wife, but still married. And Rebel…she had been so very broken.

But somehow, I’d found her living in the house I shared with Kian. Found myself aware of her every time we were in the same room. Day by day, the attraction grew harder to deny, until she was all I was thinking about, even if she was with Fang.

That didn’t matter anymore. Not when she was in danger. All that mattered was getting to her.

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