grabbing my jacket.
“Stop!” she yells. “You can’t go to her. She’s been through enough for one day. If you go now, she’ll think it’s out of pity.”
“It’s not,” I growl.
“Then why are you going?” Jaxon asks.
I pull at the ends of my hair. “I don’t know.”
“Rebecca, Hayden and Mark Carter are taking her to the hospital to get checked out. But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the stress has overwhelmed her. It’s why she passed out.”
“Is she okay?”
“Do you care?” Landon asks, curling his lip.
“Fuck you, Landon. You aren’t so perfect either,” I remind him, and a flash of fury lights over his face. “I fucked up. I should have listened to her.”
“Wyatt,” Paisley cries, affronted.
“You want to go a round, say the word, because I’ve been wanting to pay you back for waking me up at three in the morning to grab snacks out of our cupboard.”
I move around my desk, getting in his face. “Yeah, and I’m dying to pay you back for that split lip on New Year.”
“Stop it!” Paisley scolds.
His chest bumps against mine, and just when I think he’s going to make the first move, something shatters against the wall.
We pull apart, seeing Jaxon red-faced and livid.
Reid steps forward, holding his finger up. “I’m not going to be the one cleaning that up. Just putting that out there.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jaxon barks, placing his phone on his desk. “That was Liam. We have twenty minutes to go get the memory stick and get to Black’s house. It’s time to pay him a visit.” He takes a deep breath, his eyes burning into mine. “Evie will have to wait. Right now, it’s time for payback. Not just for us, but for her, if what Paisley has said is true.”
“It is,” she snarls.
“We’re going to finally smash that fucker up?” Luke asks, squashing his fist into the palm of his other hand.
That’s what I’d like to know.
What Paisley has revealed has shaken me to my core, but I don’t think Jaxon will be that easily persuaded, especially when he still has his misgivings over Evie.
“No. We’re doing one better,” he retorts, grabbing his jacket.
I grab mine, blindly following him. He’s never steered us wrong. Whatever he has planned, I want to be there. Black has it coming.
“What are we doing?” I ask.
He stops at the door, turning to us with a mischievous grin. “We’re going to watch his face as his reputation and family are ruined. And let him know it was us who took it from him by returning his memory stick.”
“Yeah… for those who aren’t that bright, explain,” Reid grouches.
“On the memory stick Evie gave us, it had an address book of every acquaintance and family member. On the memory stick the twins stole that Liam decrypted onto a disc, were videos of Black’s exploits with other women—amongst random stuff. Apparently, he is in to some sick and twisted shit. I’m not sure because I didn’t watch it. Liam, however, said Black loves inflicting pain during intimacy. Once that gets out, no one will do business with him again, especially men with daughters. Liam will email those videos to everyone in that address book, including his wife and children. We just need to notify him when we get there.”
“He likes them young?” I ask, curling my lip, revolted.
Jaxon doesn’t look any better when he meets my gaze. “They’re legal but young enough to be his daughter or grandchild.”
“Fuck.”
“If any of you think you can’t control yourself, stay here. I mean it. I’m not going to have anyone fuck this up. We’re finally getting somewhere.”
Isaac holds his hand up. “What if we can’t control ourselves?”
Jaxon lets out an exasperated sigh. “Isaac, just stay here and watch the place.”
“But I—”
“Want to get into a fight,” Jaxon finishes.
“Please, I’ll be good.”
“No, now let’s go,” Jaxon orders, before turning to Isaac. “If he decides to show up again, call one of us.”
“I’m coming too,” Paisley announces. “Landon can drive me.”
“No, you aren’t,” we all yell in unison.
She juts her hip to the side, glaring at us. “Why the fudge not?”
“Because I don’t want him to set his sights on you. Please, for my wellbeing, stay here,” Jaxon pleads.
She crosses her arms over her chest, not seeming too happy. “Fine!”
Conflicted, Jaxon bites his lip when he scans the room. “Don’t call the twins. I want them out of this,” he orders, making sure we all understand with a lethal look.
Satisfied we’ll listen, he jerks his