Rebel Obsession (Saint View Rebels Book 2) by Elle Thorpe

Author:Elle Thorpe [Thorpe, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781922760364
Publisher: Elle Thorpe Pty Ltd
Published: 2023-09-09T16:00:00+00:00

19

VAUGHN

Rebel called not long after Kian stormed off and I did nothing to stop him. I let her call go to voicemail because I knew I had to have the same conversation with her. Harold’s shadow standing in that window like some god, deciding my future, was still fresh in my mind.

I knew what had to be done. I just didn’t want to do it. Not two times in one night.

I listened to her voicemail though, and with every word, I had to grip the wheel tighter to try to keep myself grounded. “Bloody hell, Roach. You kill me.”

She was so freaking impatient. I’d told her I’d go with her to plaster her flyers everywhere. I didn’t want her going anywhere near any of her attackers alone.

But there was nothing I could do about it. The woman was more headstrong than any person I’d ever met. It was like she overcompensated for how petite she was by being a dog with a bone in all other areas of her life.

It was admirable really. Except for when it increased the chance of her being killed.

I put my foot down harder. When the phone rang again, I answered it without looking at the caller display. “Roach.”

There was a pause, then my mother’s voice came down the line. “Vaughn? Is that any way to answer the phone?”

I sighed, my breath lifting the hair falling across my forehead. “Sorry, Mom. I thought you were someone else.”

“Who on earth do you call Roach? That’s a terrible nickname.”

“I thought it was Rebel.”

She paused. “Miranda’s daughter Rebel?”

Was there another? “Yes.”

“Oh. Why would she be calling you?”

I wasn’t getting into the whole story with her. I couldn’t explain the woman had gotten under my skin since the moment I’d spotted her in the bar. My mother certainly didn’t need to know I’d spent weeks wanting to do unspeakable things with her. Or that she’d let me, right on the middle of my father’s desk. “There’s inheritance stuff to sort out.”

“What does your inheritance have to do with her?”

I turned on a blinker, getting off the freeway at the Saint View exit. “You didn’t read the will? Dad left her money.”

Mom sniffed. “Your father was a good man. Of course he left her a little something.”

“I wouldn’t call half a little something.”

“Half!”

“Yeah, but it’s fine. I’m sorting it out. Dad wanted her taken care of, and I’ll make sure I honor his wishes.” I didn’t know what that would mean for my wife, who was expecting me to financially bail her out. Again. I wasn’t sure I cared, despite the unpleasant package of her hair I’d been trying to forget about.

For the tiniest of seconds, I considered I could just let the guys after Brooke have her. If they killed her, she wouldn’t be my problem anymore. I could stay here, with Kian and Rebel.

I could be fucking happy for the first time since high school. Broke maybe. But happy.

But then Brooke’s blood would be on my hands, even if I wasn’t the one who killed her.

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