Page 68 of Slayin Villain
She swallowed.“No.I want you to want me because you do, not because you’re afraid to lose me to someone else.”
I nodded slowly.“Then stop making it so easy to imagine that’s already happened.”
She blinked like I slapped her.
“I did sleep with him,” she said.“The whole time we were pretending.”
“Didn’t have to tell me,” I sighed.“You looked at him like you could’ve.Like you wanted to.That was enough.”
“You’ve looked at Rachel like she was the one you were choosing.Every damn time.”
The silence that followed could’ve cracked walls.
Then she turned for the door.
“I didn’t come here to fight,” she said softly.“I came to say goodbye before you moved.But now I’m not sure what the hell I was expecting.”
I didn’t stop her.
Didn’t say a word as she left.
Because I wasn’t sure what the hell, I was expecting either.
Chapter 29
Rachel
I didn’t know what pissed me off more, finding out Villain moved without telling me, or hearing from Cali, of all people, that he was now rooming with Rome.Cali was also fucking Rome on the side.
Rome.The same asshole who used to bring Ember flowers before band practice and who’d been running his damn mouth around the clubhouse ever since she started wearing tighter jeans.
Villain and Rome.
The two shitheads deserved each other.
The anger bubbled up so hot I didn’t feel the late afternoon sun as I pulled into Royal Road.I didn’t bother knocking.I stalked through the front doors, past a couple of hang-arounds smoking weed on the porch, through the casino, into the arena, and into the hallway that led toward the houses out back.
I followed the sound of boxes thudding and curses muttering under breath.
Villain’s back was to me, shirtless, tattooed patch flexing with every movement as he shoved a duffel bag into a corner.His hair was slicked back, neck sweaty, cut draped over a chair like it meant less than nothing.
“Nice of you to tell me you were moving,” I snapped.
He turned, startled, then guilty.
“Red…”
“Don’t ‘Red’ me.”I crossed my arms.“You didn’t even have the balls to tell me you were fucking Rome now.”
He exhaled like I was already exhausting him.
“It’s not like that,” he stated the obvious.
“Then explain it.”
He raked a hand down his face and motioned toward the folding chair beside the window.“Sit down.”
“I’d rather stand.”
