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“Oh, don’t worry about it. See you later.”

I’m feeling a little bit better after hanging out with them. And I thought tonight was going to be a total disaster. Maybe I can learn more about Jason by hanging with Finn and his friends instead of trying to get closer to him. He’s like a forest of thorns. I’ll get pricked if I try to explore it.

God, that sounded dirty.

My improved mood plummets to the bowels of hell when I walk into my room and find it in complete disarray. All my clothes and documents are scattered on the floor. The few books I have were opened and tossed without regard.

“That son of a bitch,” I say as fury courses through my veins.

I would march up to his room right now if I knew the number. I see a pair of scissors on my desk and grab them before I walk out. I’m a possessed woman, and now, Jason will have a taste of my wrath.

I may not know where he lives, but I know where his car is parked. It’s getting late and I don’t bump into a lot of people. No one seems to notice the deranged glint in my eyes or the scissors in my hand. If they did, they’d surely call the police. I must look like someone who is about to commit murder.

The garage is devoid of people but full of cars. It takes me a while to find Jason’s. But when I do, I go savage on his tires. I stab and slash until all four of them are in tatters. I even break a sweat, and my arms ache from the effort.

I don’t care. Now we’re even.

ChapterTwelve

Jason

I didn’t findanything in Isabelle’s room that clued me in why she’s faking being Nicola. That pissed me off, so naturally, I took my frustration out on her room. I also returned her purse so she’d have no doubt who was the culprit. I was hoping she’d come find me to yell and fight. I was disappointed that she didn’t.

My phone pings, and I know it’s way too fucking early to get up. I shove my face under the pillow, then blindly reach for the device on my nightstand. I press any random button, making it stop, only for the blasted thing to start again.

“What the hell.”

I grab it to shut the alarm off completely, then I see that it isn’t the alarm. It’s Finn calling me.

“This better be good, motherfucker, because cousin or not, I’ll kick your ass for waking me up at this ungodly hour on a Saturday.”

“Aren’t you a ray of sunshine? Just calling to tell you,jackass, that your car was trashed last night.”

I sit up faster than I can blink. “What?”

“Just saw it when I came in. All four tires were slashed.”

Son of abitch. Only one person would be insane enough to do that to me. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Do you think it was Nicola?”

“Probably.”

“A bit extreme as a retaliation.”

“Well, I trashed her room.”

“Brutal. Do I even want to know why?”

“It’s complicated. Better if you don’t.”

My deal with Isabelle is too fucked up. I don’t need Finn to look at me as if I’m a deranged ass. I’m well aware that I am, but I’d rather not disclose that to anyone.

“All right. Just don’t let the guys find out. They look up to you, and I wouldn’t put it past Luke or Cam to avenge you or some shit.”

“No onetouches Nicola,” I growl. “She’s mine.”

“Okaaay. Well, I gotta go to practice. Talk later.”

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