Heartbreak Lover (Broken Hearts Academy #2) - C.R. Jane Page 0,51

on to her right now. But I would do whatever it took to stack the cards on my side.

Landry’s eyes widened when he saw me, and then he schooled his features quickly.

“Why am I not surprised?” he spit out, brave for someone sitting tied up in a chair. But no one ever accused Landry of being smart.

Calculating maybe, the way he laid in wait for Everly to show some weakness, but not smart. He obviously let his dick do most of the thinking, since he’d had to pull off to the side of the road to try and force his way into Everly’s pants instead of waiting to get somewhere private.

Hot rage curled in my stomach at the thought of what had happened.

I carefully tucked Caiden’s part in the story away for a time when I could examine it more closely, along with the way he’d been looking at her when I’d walked into her hospital room. I didn’t want to think about Caiden rescuing Everly right now. I couldn’t handle it.

I circled Landry, just watching him. A small smirk lifted the corner of his mouth as he tipped the chair back on its back legs like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I knew what would happen if Everly were to turn Landry in. It would be the same thing if some girl tried to turn me in, not that I would ever have to stoop to those levels to get laid. The police would slap the asshole on the wrist and then let him go with something that amounted to nothing. Or if they did pretend to take her story seriously, Landry’s parents would drag her through the mud every day for the rest of her life. They’d call her a slut and slander her name until Everly wished she’d never said something to begin with. That was what happened for rich entitled guys like Landry. That was what happened for rich entitled guys like myself…and Caiden.

I saw Caiden sitting in that chair. Caiden had used his charm and resources to put the blame on Everly, so no one dared to suggest that maybe the poor girl from the bad family’s injuries weren’t all from that car wreck. Although thinking back now, that should have been obvious to any medical professional. But yet no one questioned Caiden because he was a Parker.

Not even me.

So that was why Landry was here. That was why I was here. Because while the legal system of this town might be wrapped around Landry Evan’s proverbial dick—and that of every other guy just like him—I was not. Seeing him sit there with that smirk, knowing that he’d been trying to contact Everly even after what he did…hatred that I’d only ever felt before with Caiden simmered in the pit of my stomach, begging for release.

The possessive, obsessive love I had for Everly demanded nothing less.

“Man, I feel special. I’ve got the campus celebrity, Jackson Parker, here to see me,” he said in a guttural drawl. “I bet you love this, don’t you? I was so close to having your girl, and now she’s going to run into your brother’s arms.”

A growl ripped from my throat. “Watch your fucking mouth. Don’t mention her again.”

Landry laughed, a manic look in his eye, and Kyle stepped forward. I held up a hand to stop him.

I stood over Landry. His chair lost its precarious perch, and the resounding thud of his skull as it hit the cement floor was music to my ears.

I wrenched my fist in his shirt, knocking his head against the floor another time so that his eyes looked slightly dazed and out of it. I then dragged the chair upright once again.

“Do you dream of how she tastes, how she smells? I have ten pairs of her used panties, and I’ve jacked off to them so much you can’t even tell what color they are,” he said with a dreamy look on his face, as if he were thinking about her perfect pussy right there.

There was little time between the movement of his mouth and my hand making contact with it. I hit him with so much force that blood painted the wall and floor behind him. All the anger living inside of me since I first heard what Caiden did was freed upon the bastard who tried to take what was only mine. A resounding roar escaped my throat when I connected again, this time splitting my already torn up knuckles