Page 67 of Fueled Hate

“Um. Why?”

“She’s not going to face Kyle alone.”

“I doubt he’ll have the balls to show after that beatdown last night, and if he does, it’s unlikely that he’ll screw with her.”

“He will. His ego is wounded. He lost his girl, his title, his dignity, and tonight, he’ll lose his car.”

“There’s another way to do this.”

“No, there isn’t.”

“Yeah. There is. Turn him in. Let him deal with the legal repercussions and we’ll hire the best damn investigators to reopen Noah’s case and take a second look to make sure no stone is unturned.”

“He’ll walk.”

“You don’t know—” Bryce stops as I look to him. We know how it works. Enough money can lessen the charges at the very least, if not get them dismissed entirely.

“Sadie’s dad would probably take the biggest fall while Kyle will get off with a slap on the wrist.”

“Are you trying to protect him or her?”

“Both.”

“You said he could be responsible for staging Noah’s accident.”

“It was Kyle.”

“It could easily be someone else.”

“It wasn’t. Kyle’s responsible.”

“Well, let’s get some solid proof before you pummel him to death tonight at the Dome.” Bryce stands, grabbing his phone off the counter. Glancing at the screen, he taps on the glass and holds it up to his ear. “What emergency?” After a beat, he chuckles and looks to me with a grin. “Let her up.”

He disconnects the call, looking to me as he walks to the door, putting a hand on the handle as he keeps a shit-eating grin in place. “You might want to prepare yourself.”

“For who?” Please be her. And I don’t need to prepare, I’m good and ready if she is.

A fist slams into the door several times and Bryce pulls it open, leaning against it as he says, “What brings you by on this lovely morning?”

“Is he here?”

Willow.

Fuck, the disappointment is bone crushing. I wanted to hear Sadie’s voice, even if she was cussing me out, just like her best friend is currently doing. “All you had to do was not hurt her and you couldn’t even do that.”

Yeah. No shit. “I’m aware,” I say flatly, appreciating Willow wanting to take up for Sadie, but I’m not in the mood.

“I really should cut your ass because you’re a piece of shit no better than him.”

She’s no angel either, but she thinks I’m fooled along with everyone else. Time to change that. I might as well send everything up in flames at this point, and I sure as shit will not stand here and be compared to that callous bastard. Here goes. “Did you start thinking that before or after you began fucking Andrew?”

Her face pales as I wait for her to fully digest the information I hold.

“Ouch, that’s gonna be a hard blow to come back from,” Bryce snickers as he walks back to the kitchen, moving around like this is a normal occurrence in his hotel room.

“How do you know that?” I didn’t think she would deny it, but she wasn’t expecting to get caught either.

“Parker won’t be too happy, I’m guessing.”