You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Easton

There are black spray paint cans in the back of Blake's car, which is thesame color that was used on the garage door. That's why Ryan calledme over here to this stupid restaurant.

It wasn't Aisha who spray painted whore on their garage door.

It was fucking Blake.

“I'm going to kill him.”

I start toward the restaurant entrance but Ryan darts in front of me,shoving at my chest and stopping me. “Calm the fuck down, dude. Wehave to approach this right.”

“I'm going to. I'm going to kill him.” My voice is calm. Way too calm. I'mready to tear that motherfucker from limb to limb. Rip his face off andshove it down his throat. Kick him so hard in the dick that he'll never beable to father children.

Ever.

“No, you're not. You can't go into that restaurant and make a scene.Blake will deny everything and they'll kick your ass out of the place.”Ryan shakes his head, his hands still on my chest, restraining me. “Weneed proof. Evidence.”

“Photos?” I ask.

Ryan nods. “If I let you go right now, you promise you won't run intothat restaurant?”

I could lie and say yes. Then replace my way in there anyway and shove myfist into Blake's smug face.

But maybe Ryan's right. We need to approach this situation carefully.Methodically. Harper will have a hard time believing Blake did this.She's firmly set on Aisha being responsible.

“Promise,” I say, my gaze meeting Ryan's.

We stand in the parking lot, staring at each other before Ryan finally,reluctantly releases his hold on me.

Only for a second am I tempted to go into the restaurant but I tellmyself to calm the fuck down and head back for Blake's car, whippingout my phone so I can start taking photos.

It's hard to focus through the tinted back windows, but I manage to getsome decent shots. Ryan takes photos too, an endless stream of them,his expression turning darker and darker with every shot.

“He's one of my best fucking friends,” Ryan mutters. “I can't believe hedid this.”

Ryan feels just as betrayed as I do, which infuriates me all over again.“We're going to destroy him.” Ryan glances over at me when I speak.“He can't get away with this. He fucked with you. He fucked with me.And he fucked with Harper.”

“What, he wanted Harper too and he’s pissed he didn’t get his chance?”Ryan shakes his head. “I still don't know how this all started.”

I'm not about to explain myself. I can't tell Ryan I kissed and groped hissister multiple times before even knowing who the hell she was. How Ibullied her and treated her like absolute shit. Fingered her in thegoddamn janitors closet for God's sake.

Yeah. Ryan doesn't need to hear any of that.

“He saw me with Harper and decided to fuck with me,” I say, becauseit's all I got.

“That's messed up.” Ryan shakes his head, glancing down at his phonewhen it starts to ring. He makes a face and answers it. “What?”

I can hear Sadie asking what he’s doing and if he wants to get together.“I'm busy right now. Can I call you later?” He ends the call before shecan answer him, the savage. “I don't have time for her right now.”

I have a sneaking suspicion she's with Harper, and they're trying tofigure out what the hell we're doing. “They're probably together.”"Who?"

“Your sister and Sadie.”

Ryan rolls his eyes. “Great. They're probably conspiring with eachother.”

Probably coming up with ways to string me up by the balls, but I can'tworry about that right now.

I'll make it up to Harper later. I hate that I ditched her, but shit.

Seeing those spray paint cans in the back of Blake's car was fuckingworth it.

“Shit! Duck!” Ryan grabs my shirt and yanks me down so we'recrouched behind a car.

“What the hell?” I jerk out of his hold. “What's going on?”

Ryan holds his finger to his lips before he slowly rises, peeking over theside of the car. I do the same.

Just in time to see Blake exiting the restaurant.

With...

Aisha?

What the fuck?

Blake walks her to her vehicle, dropping a quick kiss on her cheekbefore she climbs inside. He strolls toward his own car, whistling, hishands in his pockets, as casual as shit, like he doesn't have a singleproblem in his life.

He has no idea what I could do to him. What Ryan will do to him tooHe has a whole mess of problems hanging over his head, and every oneof them has my name on it.

The moment he’s pulling out of the parking lot, following after Aisha,we both stand up straight, heading for our vehicles. Anger radiates offof Ryan in palpable waves and I'm sure I'm giving off the same vibe“We could follow him,” I say, my voice low. “I bet he’s going home.”“No.” Ryan shakes his head. “Not yet. We need to have a plan.”

“Why? What's the point? We want to destroy him. Let's get it done.” Istart for my car but Ryan holds me off yet again.

“We need to tell Harper first. She's a part of this too.”

My shoulders sag. “She won't believe it's Blake.”

“We have proof. Photos. We need to show her.” Ryan shoves me and Istumble backward. “I should still be pissed at you for fucking aroundwith my sister.”

“I care about her,” I stress, throwing my arms up in the air. “I'm not theone going around spray painting shitty words on your house, Ryan.Fuck that. She means something to me. Blake's just fucking around andcausing havoc everywhere he goes.”

God, I hate that asshole. Even though he was one of my best friends,he's taken things too far.

Our friendship is over.

Finished.

Done.

I don't care what Ryan thinks. If he’s not going to handle thingsproperly, then I'll take matters into my own hands.

And fuck Blake's life up.