Page 161 of They Break Beauty

I wiped a trail of blood out of the corner of my mouth. “It’s not what you think.”

“It’s exactly what I think!”

“Wildflower—”

“Don’t call me that!” she screamed. “And don’t come by my place tonight! None of you!”

Before I could do a thing, she thrust her foot between my legs, making me choke and collapse to my knees.

And then she was storming off and disappearing through the crowds.

Motherfucker!

I swung my leg over my bike, finally able to ride out of the fight venue now the abuse to my balls had eased off enough.

I stilled on firing up my Harley and checked my phone again to see if she’d responded to any of my many text messages.

Nothing.

Fuck.

I was about to put it away and head back to the mansion to get Mason and Colt’s input when my phone did buzz.

Instead of it being the one person I desperately wanted to text me back, though, it was something else entirely.

Blocked ID: You come after me, kiddo, I come after what you love. Just like back then.

A chill rolled down my spine.

Kiddo.

It’s what he’d called me in that hellscape.

Levi: Royce.

Blocked ID: Clever boy. What’s not clever is you coming at me and threatening to fuck me over with Malcolm. Bad move. You need a lesson.

How did he know? I’d been really careful like Mason had asked me to be.

Motherfucker, it had to be Kyle. He’d told Royce about my little visit, and it had enabled him to put the pieces together.

Levi: Cut the cryptic.

Blocked ID: I already told you. Coming after what you love. Still such a pretty little thing, isn’t she? Even more so. Come at me again and the damage will be permanent.

Fucking Christ.

Brianna!