Riot Kings: A Dark Reverse Harem Romance (The Bedlam Boys Book 2) by Ruby Vincent

Author:Ruby Vincent [Vincent, Ruby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ruby Vincent
Published: 2021-10-13T16:00:00+00:00

I TRUDGED HOME FOLLOWING a long day of classes and sympathetic tuts at my healing bruises.

Arsenio leaned against the banister, waiting for me.

“I assume you heard Dante’s latest show.”

My backpack slipped off my shoulders. Arsenio let me rest my forehead on his folded arms without comment. Taking a deep breath, I said the only thing that could be true. “Dante is the Letter Man. The mantle of Bedlam’s underground voice was taken over by a psychopath.”

“No one else has the right to hurt you,” Arsenio repeated. “He’s protective of you. Implied that he’s a friend.”

“He’s a friend like a bullet wound is a boo-boo.”

His hand was warm on the back of my head. “He was angry, de Souza. Everyone listening heard it. The Crows jumping you set him off, and considering who he is, he might deliver justice if it’s not done for him—even if he says otherwise. He has some kind of attachment to you, Rainey. That doesn’t come from nowhere.”

I bent to look up into eyes so unique and beautiful from mine. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying even the most deranged stalker needs a meeting or moment to build their delusions on. They don’t pick a name out of a phone book.” He shook his head. “All this you’re going through to find him. You don’t have to, Rainey. I’m ninety-nine percent sure he’s someone you know.”

My lips parted. To spout a denial. To form an argument. I couldn’t decide.

“But I didn’t know Cavendish,” I finally said. “Never crossed that guy’s path once.”

“He knew your sister, didn’t he? They were at Bedlam U at the same time. Ever pick her up from campus, or drop by to grab lunch?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “All the time.”

“It’s possible you did cross paths with Cavendish and his friend. The meeting was insignificant to you. Not worth remembering. But it wasn’t to them.”

Not worth remembering.

I gripped his arms, frustration welling hot and fast.

“Of course,” I whispered. “He might know me. I could’ve sipped tea and eaten cookies with him on the deck and never realized. I lost chunks of time after Gran died and Doc Nash put me on a blackout drug cocktail. I couldn’t tell you who I met during that time. Or what I did.”

The grave at Black Widow Hill.

“But it’s possible I did something terrible,” I rasped. “So bad I made enemies who are seeing I get what I deserve.”

“Possible, maybe, and I don’t know won’t help you.” He kissed me, scrambling my mind the way only he could. “If there are gaps in your memory, fill them in. Do whatever it takes. Talk to people who were around. Know where to start?”

I nodded. “I have an idea.”

Untangling his arms, I wrapped myself in them.

“What about Dante/The Letter Man?” I tucked my head under his chin. He wasn’t hugging or nuzzling me back, and neither was he pushing me away. This classified as tender love and affection from a guy like Arsenio. “Did he just whip the town into planning

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