Because he hurthim.
Didn’t he?
He hurt my Reign. He’s beenhurtingmy Reign for years now.
He knew everything.
Everything.
He knew that his best friend — his brother — wanted me. He knew that I wanted his best friend too. Not to mention, he lied about Reign. On so many occasions. Because that Halloween thing wasn’t the only time he’d lied. It wasn’t the only time Lucas had told me something that Reign had done and my hatred for Reign increased.
And he did all that because he knew I liked Reign too, didn’t he?
He saw how crazy we were for each other, right from the start, right from the beginning.
But he still came after me.
And while I don’t care about myself in this scenario, I do care about him.
My Bandit.
So yeah, I did it to hurt him.
“You fucking bitch,” he breathes out, his eyes all harsh and angry.
And then I don’t care. I don’t care if my blanket slips or I lose all my dignity, I go for him.
I go for his face. His hair, his chest. His fucking groin.
I go crazy on him. I go nuclear.
And I don’t stop until I hear sirens.
Cops.
CHAPTERFORTY-THREE
The Bandit
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say to my brother, looking out his car window as he drives and I watch the world go by.
He sighs, shifts on his seat. “They’re not going to press charges.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Because, well, we’re not going to press charges.”
“There’s nothing to press charges for.”
“He did break your nose.”
I shrug, choosing to remain silent.
There’s nothing to say except I wish he had broken more than my nose.
For a little while there, when Mr. Adler was kicking me in the ribs, I had high hopes that he’d break at least one of them. But no such luck.