Page 86 of A Hurt So Good

“No. She wouldn’t know how to do that,” Harlon adds.

“Well, someone does.”

“So what happened to her?” Harlon asks.

“Rachel and her friends were there when Arya went to confront them. She was outnumbered.” Now we get pissed once more. We’ve warned Rachel to stay away from her. She knew better, and now she’s going to fucking pay for touching her. I glance at War, and he nods his head. He knows exactly why I looked over.

“She isn’t going to let us see her, is she?” Har asks.

“Not right now, but I am going to get someone on this,” he says, holding the phone up.

“Good. We have something to handle,” I snap, ready to break every goddamn bone in Rachel’s body.

“Remember, she’s a female,” Dad warns. War laughs darkly before he speaks.

“I will remember that I as rip her limb from limb. She put her hands on something that belongs to us, and she knew better.” My dad doesn’t say anything further because he knows better.War is a different breed, and when he wants something, he gets it. Right now, he wants blood.

“I’ll let you know if I find anything,” Dad announces before walking off. Me and the guys share a look before we walk out the front door and straight to the SUV. We climb in, and Har takes off driving. War is in the back, pounding the shit out of the seat. He’s beyond pissed, and I don’t blame him.

The ride doesn’t take long, with Harlon hauling ass through the streets.

“I have an idea,” I tell them.

“Which is?”

“The reds. We call Rocky and tell him we caught them sneaking over there or some shit and that we’re done. You know he’s wanted his hands on Rachel for a long time. And we’re out.”

“Are we out?” War asks, looking into the front seat at me.

“Yeah. We are. For her.” He nods his head and sits back.

“You know what’s going to happen to them, right?”

“I know, and I don’t care. They deserve what they get, but first, we’re going to find out what she knows,” I tell them.

Har parks the car in front of my mom’s house, and we all climb out. That’s when I see it.

“What the fuck?” I growl as I look at my Mustang. It’s in pieces. It’s been destroyed.

“You pissed her off,” I hear Sasha.

“Who?” I ask, glancing over at her.

“Arya. I figured you’d done something stupid, so I didn’t bother to call and tell you about your car,” she says, glaring at me.

“You saw her do it?” She nods. “Was she hurt?”

“Yeah, about that. You better not stand here and tell me it was you that hurt her,” she snaps at me.

“It wasn’t me, Sasha. Come on. You know me better than that. It was Rachel.”

“That little bitch! I’m going to fuck her up,” Sasha yells as she starts storming in that direction. War reaches out and wraps his arm around her waist, dragging her back.

“No, you’re not. We got it handled,” he tells her.

“Do you?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, we do,” he says, flashing her a sick smile. She nods her head and steps back now.

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