Rebel Revenge (Saint View Rebels Book 1)
Rebel Revenge: Chapter 10

My phone buzzed with an incoming message right as I sat myself on a stool during the lunch rush at Psychos.

Unknown number

I’ve been patient, but I have a business to run, and you’re months behind on the rent. You have forty-eight hours to move your stuff or I’m sending in a crew to do it for you.

A second later, another text came in.

Unknown number

This is Wes. Your landlord.

Yeah. Like I hadn’t worked that out from the rest of the message.

Getting thrown out of my place was just the cherry on top of what had already been a shit spectacular of a morning. I hadn’t even had a chance to call Liam and ask him about Bart’s will when another email from the lawyer hit my inbox, stating Vaughn was contesting me receiving anything. I just stared at my phone in disbelief. It was a harbinger of bad news today.

“What’s wrong?” Nash peered over at my screen while pulling a beer for a regular. He placed it down on the countertop, a little of the froth spilling over onto his fingers. He wiped at it with a cloth before taking the cash from the man waiting for his drink.

If I told him about the housing situation, he’d try to fix it for me. I had too much pride for that. So I went with the legal situation instead. “I got an email from a lawyer saying Bart’s son is contesting the will. Predictably, rich boy doesn’t want me getting a dime of his money. Fuck him. I don’t want it anyway.”

Vincent, who was supposed to be working as the club’s bouncer, leaned his folded arms on the countertop with interest. “How much money is in question?”

I shrugged. “Vaughn said multi-millions.”

Nash coughed and spluttered, “Excuse me? Multi millions?”

“What, like it’s a lot?” I joked. Though of course it was. Nash and I were Saint View hood rats who barely had two nickels to rub together. Vincent was better off, and he, Nash, War, and Bliss all lived in one of his family’s big houses, but I didn’t think they were multimillionaires either. It was a lot of money no matter who you talked to.

“You are not just walking away from that, Rebel,” Bliss declared, wiping out a glass.

“I don’t know. It’s not my family fortune. Maybe he’s right to be pissed. I probably would be too.”

“He can be pissed all he wants, but his dad and your mom obviously wanted you to have that money, or they wouldn’t have put your name in the will. They want you to be looked after.” Bliss shoved her hands on her ample hips and pinned me with a matter-of-fact glare, just daring me to argue back.

I’d give anything for curves like hers, but I was stuck with my runty tomboy look. “Okay, fine. Hypothetically, though, what do I do? This email says he’s putting the house on the market as of the end of the week. He’s not even giving me a chance.”

“He can’t do that,” Nash argued.

“I think we all know that a bartender from Saint View without a cent to her name hasn’t got much power against a wealthy businessman with his daddy’s money and lawyers to back him up. He’ll probably have the place sold before I can even hire a lawyer. And look,” I wailed, scrolling through the photo app on my phone, selecting the one I wanted and then flashing it at them. It showed off the sprawling two-story mansion’s gabled roof and painted shutters. A wide verandah on the ground level made me want to buy a porch swing where I could sit curled up and watch the world go by. Or something equally romantic. “I scoped out the place on Street View, and it’s my dream house.”

Vincent crinkled his nose. “It looks haunted.”

I slapped his solid arm. “Stop. It’s beautiful and charming. Old, yes. But I love it. It has personality. Not to mention the fact my apartment could probably fit in just one bedroom of that place. Think of the parties we could have there.”

Bliss raised an eyebrow. “Because we throw keggers and invite the entire football team on a regular basis? The only parties we ever throw are here and of the sexy variety.”

I side-eyed her. “We could try having more of a life.”

“Tell that to my all-day sickness.”

“Halloween is coming up. You’ll be well into the second trimester then, right? You should be feeling better. We could throw an amazing party at this house.”

Bliss stared at the beautiful house in the photo. “It is a lot nicer than your apartment. You need to fight for it.”

I ran my finger over the image on the screen. “Imagine being such an entitled twat that you would even consider selling a house like that. He has more money than sense.”

“Agreed,” Bliss announced. “We hate him.”

I nodded, ignoring the memory of the chemistry sparking between me and Vaughn, before there’d been a will to get his knickers in a twist. I went back to the email and sighed. Vaughn’s phone number was listed as a contact in the details section of the front page.

Without thinking about it too much, I typed out a message.

Rebel

WTF with the lawyer? You couldn’t have even let it sit for a day? Maybe had a conversation about it? And while we’re on the topic of conversations that should have happened, do you not remember how just yesterday you were begging to go down on me? Maybe we should talk about that?

Vaughn

That was before I knew you murdered my father to steal his fortune.

Rebel

Where’s my eye roll emoji when I need it? I already told you: I did not murder your father. I didn’t even know I was in the will! If anyone has motive for murder, it’s you! You knew you’d get squillions.

Vaughn

I’m selling the house. The lawyer has paperwork for you to sign. If you agree, I’ll pay you twenty-five thousand dollars.

I gaped at Bliss. “This jackass is trying to pay me off.”

“How much?” Nash asked curiously.

“Twenty-five thousand.”

“Oh, fuck that guy,” Bliss spit out. “Tell him you’ll see him in court.”

I wavered. “He’ll probably win in court. We all know that.”

“You can’t take twenty-five K, Rebel! That’s insulting.”

It was. “What if I tell him I want the house? He can keep the business and the cash. I don’t care about those. But that house…” I could imagine myself waking up in a huge bed every morning, stretching as sun streamed in the bay windows. I would eat my breakfast overlooking the pool. Dance around in a gown and slippers. Maybe plonk a tiara on my head…

But mostly I would just be safe in the knowledge no landlord was going to kick me out. I’d sleep better at night knowing I wasn’t going to be living out of my car or crashing on Bliss’s couch because my rent was overdue.

That was all I truly wanted. To work at Psychos. To have my friends around me. To have a safe, stable home nobody could take away from me.

Oh, and to kill Caleb and his friends, but that could wait until the housing problem was fixed.

Rebel

No deal. I want the house. You take the business and the cash and anything else you want. I’ll sign those over right now. All I want is the house.

Vaughn

No.

I ground my teeth. I was being more than reasonable, I was sure. Yes, the house was worth a lot of money, but it was definitely the smaller portion of Bart’s overall estate. I’d really hoped Vaughn would be reasonable.

I tossed my phone down on the counter and groaned. “It’s hopeless. He’s an ass who wants it all, even though he probably swims in his pool of money on a nightly basis.”

“Sounds like something Caleb would have done,” Bliss ground out.

I blanched at the comparison. Even though he was being an ass, Vaughn hadn’t hurt me the way Caleb had. He hadn’t laid a finger on me. When I’d told him to leave, he had.

“They aren’t the same,” I said quietly, but Bliss didn’t hear me. She’d already walked away to retrieve some empty glasses from a table.

Nash had gone back to work too, and I needed to do the same. I put the phone away and headed for the main floor to join Bliss in cleaning up.

Vincent put an arm out to stop me as I passed. “Rebel.”

“Yeah?”

“Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

I squinted at him. “Meaning…”

“It’s really hard to sell a house that has a tenant in it who won’t budge. Doesn’t even need to be a legal tenant. Squatters can’t be forcibly removed without notice either.”

He had a point. I was supposed to have coughed up my late rent or moved out two weeks ago. I was still there and would be until the landlord took me to court and I was forcibly removed. I pressed up onto my toes and kissed my bestie’s psychopath on the cheek. “You’re a genius.”

He blushed pink. “It might buy you some time.”

I was being evicted anyway, so what did I have to lose? All I had to do was replace a time that Vaughn wasn’t home, replace a way inside, and make myself comfy.

I smiled to myself just imagining his outrage.

Rebel

You’ll regret that.

Vaughn

That another murder threat, Roach?

Rebel

No threat. Just a promise. See you soon, big brother.