Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Seventeen: Crossing Paths

Ridge-

I choke on nothing but air. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I demand. She shrugs casually. 

"The police report for your accident, whoever caused that accident used the same kind of bullets, you know 30 Caliber with a 308 diameter and 86 grain nose,"

"How did you even get my accident's police report? And there were no bullets!"

"You must not remember them then, they crashed the glass before the car crashed into that pole, they were trying to kill you, that's why you crashed, the brakes were sabotaged, so when you tried to stop the car when you saw the bullets come through your windows, the car wouldn't stop,"

The information won't sink in. It wasn't an accident? Why? I'm the alpha's youngest son, if anyone would be trying to get rid of anyone, it would be Cayne, since he's the next alpha. And I don't remember anything about bullets--I should remember since I remember the accident itself and being with Beau and Henry before it. 

"How did you get that report? And why?"

Again, North shrugs casually. "I was curious, and I have a friend in the police station, he's just a secretary but he can get what I need,"

We'd talk about the "friend" later. "You were curious? What's there to be curious about,"

North huffs an exasperated breath. "Because, Ridge, accidents are incredibly rare in a small town like Adber, things don't happen around here, and there is no reason a werewolf, not just any werewolf, an alpha's son, should suffer a concussion so serious it wipes his memories completely,"

"Are you saying I'm lying about not remembering shit?" I snarl. 

"I'm saying you're stupid," she retorts. "Because you really are if you haven't gotten it into your head yet that a werewolf's body shouldn't be as damaged by an accident as some ordinary human!"

"That doesn't make any sense,"

"I'm saying," she starts calmly. "That a normal human should've gotten a concussion, a werewolf shouldn't have. What I am saying is that this wasn't a normal concussion, your airbags didn't work, so these people wanted to either kill you or make you forget whatever it is you were,"

"Why? I'm an eighteen-year-old senior in high school, okay, so I happen to be an alpha's son, but these people didn't kidnap me for money or power, they tried killing me, how could that possibly help them?"

"I don't know, and frankly I don't care," she snaps. "I'm going to find out who killed my friend, and if it happens to be the same person who killed you then count yourself lucky,"

"Fine," 

***

One week later-

North-

"Fuck off,"

"Just hear me out," it comes out as a command. 

"No, I said Fuck off," I repeat, slamming my locker and starting to walk away, but of course he follows. 

"You know you really shouldn't be seen with me, it might just damage that delicate reputation of yours," I sing-song. Ridge glowers. 

"I wouldn't have to chase you down the halls if you'd just stop and listen to me!" he says, his voice slightly deeper as he stands in front of you, forcing me to stop. Damn height. Why does he have to be so tall? And hot? Being both doesn't help things. At all. 

Aware of the electricity heating between us, he backs away, green eyes growing darker. "It's not like you can do it by yourself, I can probably help track whoever it is down,"

"Do you realize they want to kill you? You, Ridge, and you want to help me find the people who want to kill you?"

His lips play into a crooked smile. "Aww, you worried about me?"

I scoff. "No, your death would stall would I'm trying to do here, and that is finding the people who killed Eaton,"

"Did ever occur to me that he wasn't completely honest with you, any of you?"

I stiffen, glaring at him. "What the fuck are you on about?"

Ridge raises his hands up in innocence. "Just saying doll, maybe he was hiding something they wanted,"

"Eaton was a secretary, he didn't have anything rich or powerful people would want,"

"I'm just saying maybe he had access to important stuff, and maybe he refused to bring it or shit, so they took him out so his mouth would stay shut,"

I raise my eyebrows, pursing my lips. "You watch too much crime movies," I decide. 

Ridge huffs. "Have you considered it? I mean we agreed this isn't a gang work and they didn't kill him just because, so... I think it's a good bet,"

It is, but I would never tell him that. "The minute you want the police in, you're out, got that?"

He winks. "Of course, doll, whatever you say, boss,"

Fuckity fuck. What have I got myself into?