“We agreed.”
“You agreed!” he argued. “I’m going to rip her in two!”
I twisted up my lips, having had enough. No one would touch her unless she agreed to our terms. That was the deal we’d made, but now the deal was off. I wasn’t on board with this anymore.
“I don’t even know why you’re here,” he sneered, knocking my hand off his wound but making no move to get away. He turned his head, speaking to the other guys. “He got off scot-free—didn’t serve a day—so why are we even involving him?”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “You think the past three years have been easy?” I charged. “I was the one to piss her off. She was mad at me that night, and you all paid the price. I had to look at her day after day…that lying, manipulative, vindictive bitch sitting two feet across the dinner table, and knowing it was all my fault.” I turned my head, looking between Kai, Will, and then back at Damon. “You’re my brothers, more than family. You guys served the time, and I have the guilt for it. We all paid.”
I let him go and backed away, watching him scowl at the air between us.
I’d felt like I’d owed them. I’d hurt her that night, pushing her away and being cruel, and it was my fault she lashed out. She had the phone. She posted the videos.
“Will, go get her,” I ordered.
There was no way I’d trust Damon to be alone with her in that shed.
Will walked around me and stepped up to the solarium door, but then he stopped, looking out the glass.
“She’s already coming,” he said, sounding a little surprised.
What? I stepped to the side, following his gaze out the door.
Fuck.
Her lone figure treaded slowly through the grass, her chin up and her shoulders squared.
“You were right,” Kai said next to me, pleased.
I turned away, heading back into the kitchen while the three of them kept their eyes on her.
Gripping the edge of the counter, I heard the door open, and I watched them stay rooted in their spots as she calmly stepped inside, walking past them. She veered right, stopping at the entrance to the kitchen, and stared at me, her hard eyes doing a good job of masking the hint of hurt I noticed.
Her clothes were damp, and I could make out her white bra beneath her tank top.
“Where is my mother?” she asked.
Damon, Will, and Kai walked in around her, spreading out around the kitchen, and turning to face her.
“Is she why you came back?” I asked.
Of course, she would brave us for her mother. We’d counted on that.
“I’m not scared of you,” she stated.
I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “I think you believe that.”
Looking at her now, her hair dotted with crystals of water, Damon’s blood on her hands and the bottom of her tank top, and the resolute look in her eyes, I’d never been surer of anything.
No, she wasn’t scared. She’d given into it. She was owning it.
Run or play. Fuck it.
“Where is she?” she pressed again.
“You get answers when you confess.”
“And submit,” Will added.