Eye for an Eye (Take a Chance #2)- Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,19
had a thing on New Year. I caught them sneaking into a shed at the party, but I don’t think it went far, not when I nicely told her mum and dad where she went and that they should check on her.
Hayden is also in a happy relationship with a guy she loves. Still, it doesn’t stop her from ripping into Reid every chance she gets. But then, she would tear the balls from any one of us given the chance. She gets sick enjoyment out of it.
“Nothing,” she mutters.
“No, Hayden. Remember the time you offered to stitch up your brother when he got hurt fighting? You used pink and made a dick shape,” Hope reminds her.
Affronted, Hayden grips her hips. “Why are you bringing up old shit, Hope? He ate my fucking last packet of Munchies,” Hayden yells. “At least I was nice enough to make it look pretty.”
Hope exhales. “You were fourteen.”
Huffing, Hayden takes a step back, holding her hands up. “I’m only trying to help.”
The paramedics and a few officers begin to rush towards us. I give Jaxon a look over Maddox’s shoulder. He shakes his head, doing the same at Eli, who is holding a weeping Paisley. “Don’t say anything.”
“Say anything about what?” Landon asks, his tone deadly.
“We’ll explain later,” I tell him, giving him a warning look that clearly tells him not to fuck this up.
“You’d better,” he whispers, as two uniformed officers step forward.
Yeah, we have a lot of explaining to do. Now all we have to do is keep the Carter’s from interfering.
If anyone is going to get revenge, it’s us.
CHAPTER FIVE
EVIE
My shift ended hours ago but I’m stuck within the four walls, wanting—no, needing to know if everyone is okay. The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach hasn’t gone away since the others left to go help.
After they left, I rushed back to the office and called Eli, who was driving up the road to the house. I knew it was bad the second I heard his intake of breath, followed by a long string of cursing.
He ended the call before he could tell me anything, which is why I’m still here, lights on, waiting. I want to see with my own two eyes that they are okay. No way can I handle coming into work Monday to find one or all have been injured, or worse.
Tyres crunch across the gravel before headlights shine through the large bay windows and across the room. My feet automatically take me towards the door when I hear voices, but I pause, unsure for the first time if I should be here. They might not appreciate me hanging around after a shift, and if something bad has happened, they’ll also want privacy.
I’m such a fool.
The door opens, letting in a breeze, and I panic, nearly falling on my arse when I try to go for casual by sitting on the edge of my desk. I straighten myself in time to see Eli storm in, boiling with fury.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathe out when I see the blood on his hands. I grip the edge of my desk, my vision blurring as I picture the worst.
“Didn’t you finish hours ago?” he asks casually, like he doesn’t look like he just finished murdering someone—or is about to.
Jaxon, Landon, Paisley, Maddox and then finally, Wyatt, follow in behind, looking just as grim, and just as angry.
My legs shake as I step away from the desk, my eyes widening at the sight of dried blood covering Wyatt’s bare chest. I don’t even take a moment to admire his physique before I’m rushing to his side, running my hands over his abs, looking for a wound.
“Babe, you can touch me whenever you want—I’m not complaining—but what has brought this on?”
Realising what I’m doing, I tilt my head up, seeing blood dried down the side of his face. A cut above his right eyebrow is still weeping, along with one on his hairline.
“Are you okay?” I ask, directing him to sit down on the desk. He must be in pain or at least discomfort. He should have gone home to rest, not come here. I’m not going to tell him that, so instead I say, “Sit there.”
“You’ve got some explaining to do,” Maddox growls, sitting in a chair, bent forward, his legs apart.
His nostrils flare as he focuses all that fury on Jaxon, and by the twitch in his fists and the way his leg continues to bounce, it’s taking