Chapter 14
“Rhyann wait,” Devon calls behind me, but I keep walking down the hall. Past the officers stationed at Tate”s door, past the nurses station and round the corner where the elevator waits.
I knew it was a bad idea to come to the hospital with the guys. It was a bad idea to have sex with them last night too. But, I’ve been doing nothing but following my bad ideas since I graduated college. Shit, leaving alone right now is probably a bad idea, but Tate doesn’t want me here. He said so himself, he blames me for him getting stabbed, thinks Devon and I were off fucking somewhere when I was bound and gagged in the back of a van.
I swipe at the tears that fall down my cheeks as Devon catches up to me. “Rhyann, I said wait. I’ll take you back to the hotel.”
“I don’t want you to,” I tell him, staring ahead of me rather than looking at him. If I look in his direction now, my heart will break into a million pieces.
“I won’t let you put yourself in any more danger.” Devon turns me to face him. “Not again.”
On instinct, my hand goes up and there’s a loud crack in the quiet hall as my hand slaps his face. “Fuck you Devon. I’d rather be tied up in the back of that van than spend another second with any of you.” That’s not true, but I can’t tell him that. I refuse to let him or any of them see me so broken.
“Bullshit,” he growls back as though the slap across his face didn’t phase him at all. “You begged me to stay with you last night, remember?”
“Oh, I remember,” I say smugly. Fat salty tears roll down my face as I match the intensity in his eyes. “I remember every single detail of how you and your brother used me, took advantage of my vulnerability to fulfill your sick and twisted kinks. I hate you, Liam and Tate. So fuck off and don’t bother coming back to my hotel room.”
If the things I said struck a chord, there’s no outward sign of it. Devon grips my wrist tight enough to leave a mark and just stares at me. After a minute that seems to last a lifetime, he drops my hand. “Fine, you want to go then go,” he spits. “But I won’t come looking for you this time, Rhyann.”
I watch as Devon turns on his heel and stalks back to Tate”s room.
Sick and twisted kinks. The words echo in my mind as I walk past the two officers and into Tate”s hospital room. When I enter, a nurse is drawing Tate”s blood, his father sits in the chair beside him, his hands raking through his hair. The man looks as though he’d just been told his son is dying. I look back at Tate as the nurse finishes drawing blood.
“Where’s Rhyann?” Tate asks, looking at me.
“What the fuck is going on?” I counter when my thoughts go dark. I can’t bare the thought of losing Rhyann and Tate for good on the same fucking day.
“It’s a long story, I’m being released though. Where is she?” he says, standing and that’s when I notice that he’s wearing blue and white cotton pants that match the open back gown.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say. My fears are easily replaced by rage and the urge to punch the closest person to me. “It’s not like you fucking care anyway. You accused her of being a whore when you know nothing of what she went through last night.”
I turn around to leave. To go where, I don’t know, anywhere but here. I give my brother— who’s been silent since I walked in— a nod and walk to the door.
“I know, that’s why I need to apologize.” Tate”s voice is soft and remorseful. “Aubree lied to me.”
“She went back to her hotel after telling me that we can all get fucked.” I don’t say anything else and I leave the hospital.