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

Chapter Thirty: Love is Want, Lust is Need

Ridge-

The pussy I'm pinning to the wall is shaking, his eyes wide with fear. It almost makes me want to go easy on him. But it could all be just an act.

"Talk," I snarl. 

"I-I-I," he stutters and I grind my teeth together. Am I not going to get a decent sentence out of him? I'm already in a bad mood enough as it is. 

"WWork here," he hiccups after seven tries. 

My gun is still pressed to his forehead. I would never kill someone unless they started but he doesn't have to know that. I let him down, keeping the gun where it is. 

"Do you now?" I say and he jumps at my growl, squeaking. What a pussy. 

"YYYes, I do,"

"Prove it, cocksucker, what are you doing in here after hours anyway?"

"I-I forgot my manuscripts and and and--" he hiccups again. Goddamn it. "I need it, due, due, due, due tomorrow," 

When he sees that I'm not budging he reaches a shaking hand to his pocket and pulls out a wallet quickly flipping it open. 

"NNNot a thief, I swear! See, I'm Matthew James, editor at the company!" he whimpers and eyeing his license I can tell it's legit. I let him go. 

"Get out of here, scram before I change my mind,"

"Bbbut my manuscript!" he squeaks, still protesting. 

"Which is more important? Your fucking manuscript or your head?"

At that he rushes out, walking like a penguin and whimpering to himself. 

"See, that was a stupid move," 

I whip my head around, looking for the source of reprimanding, knowing exactly who's voice it is Cayne comes from the shadows, arms crossed over his chest, shaking his head, hiding a smile. Dylan jumps from the ceiling, where he was hanging upside down like a bat, damn parkour he won't stop obsessing over. 

"Okay so this is wrong--we should really leave," Dylan says, looking around unsurely, clenching his jaw and crossing his arms over his chest. 

"What are you both doing--"

"Okay, so I looked everywhere and I can't find--" Jack stops himself when his eyes find me, he sets his mouth in an annoyed line. 

"You're a real dick, you know that?"

"Can you insult him later? I want out of here," Dylan rushes, seeming more nerved by the second. 

"Would you stop being a pussy?"

"I'm not fucking scared, Cayne, I just don't have a criminal record and I don't want to start now,"

"WHAT are you all doing here?" I shout, bringing them to silence. They look at me, Jack glaring. "I was watching a movie with Tate and Levi, sure it was Restricted but the kid was asleep so it was fine, and then North comes prancing in, a bit panicked, asking what you could possibly want from a publishing company. Tate got her to spill and then when North decided to talk sense into your idiotic brain, Tate insisted I come with her and keep her safe or else I wasn't getting any, the boys heard and of course jumped along,"

"So the only reason you decided to keep North safe was that Tate insisted you would or you would spend your night with no orgasms?"

Jack grinned, seeming not at all sheepish. "Yeah pretty much,"

"Well," Dylan says, seeming strangely angry now. "Can we leave--"

"Where the hell is North?" Wasn't the whole reason they were here was to keep her safe?

"I'm not sure," Jack pauses, frowning. "We agreed to split up to find you,"

I kneed my forehead with my fingers. "Let me get this straight, you three guys, each of you with the ability to wrestle John Cena off the stage, decided to team up, and you left North, defenseless little North, to team up with herself, on her own,"

Dylan frowns. "Well, it sounds pretty stupid when you say it like that. 

Oh god, help me. How am I related to them?

"Okay so I couldn't find the dickface any--" North stops when she sees me, scowling. "Where the fuck were you? A fucking felony, Ridge! That's my thing, not yours! I do the bad shit and you fix it! What the hell are you thinking?"

"What the hell is your problem?" I snarl, eyes glowing at her reprimanding tone. Who was she to tell me what to do?

"I tell you one stupid little thing, and you go off running! It's not like it isn't the truth! And you pin me to a tree and look at me like I cut out your heart or shit! Then you break and enter! You're eighteen, it isn't Juvi for you anymore!"

"You told me I was a good for nothing dickface who uses girls and is entirely dependent on his daddy for success!" I roar. 

"I'm sorry, is that not the truth?" she demands. 

"You know as much as I'm enjoying this--which I truly am--we should really get out of here," Cayne says. I turn my head towards him. Hell no. 

All three boys are sitting with their legs criss crossed, staring at us like we're the ending of Texas Chainsaw 3D. All three are smirking. 

"Hey Cayne, got any popcorn on you?" Dylan says, leaning back. 

"Hey, let's head to Skyline," Jack says squished between me and Dylan. North's up front with Cayne. 

"Thought you wanted to get back to Tate," North says, taking a drag from her cigarette. 

"Nah, I'll tell her to meet us there, mom'll be more than happy to babysit Levi for the night, she's infatuated with the kid," he doesn't want us to notice, but I notice the edges of his lips rise in a smile. 

"I thought you wanted to get some," Cayne says, smirking. Jack grins crookedly. 

"They have plenty of empty bathrooms and it's loud enough that they won't hear her screams,"

"Pig," North snorts. 

"What was that, Jacobs?" Jack says challengingly. 

"You heard me, Monroe, you're a pig,"

"Are you saying that if your man dirty talked you it wouldn't turn you on?" Jack smirks, giving me a nudge I deliberately ignore. I'd dirty talked her before into getting on my Ducati and we both know she'd liked it, Jack didn't know that though.

Yet, she still lies. "I don't have a man, and even if I did, I'd want him to treat me with love and I'd want him to make me feel safe,"

"Oh?" Jack says, raising his eyebrows and glancing at me. We both knew the only reason he was grilling her was for me to get an earful. 

"Yeah, I'd want to him to make me forget about the shit I've been through, I'd want me to feel valuable even if I'm not. 

Shit, did she really believe that? She had to see that she was valuable, right? Still, I hold my tongue, I'm not about to say anything that makes me sound like a pussy. 

"You'd still want him to want you, sexually I mean," Cayne says, winking. 

"As long as he isn't just attracted to me," she says, looking through the rearview mirror until her eyes meet mine. 

"He has to like me too,"