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

Chapter Forty-Two: A Significantly Large Amount of Shit

Ridge-

"So...let me get this straight, you're wiped...like fucking wiped...completely?"

Aspen Grove was very put together, or she appeared so. I mean her strawberry blond curls were perfectly poised into a bun, a crisp suit, black and it emphasized her curves. I mean...everything was just...put together. Right, I guess...organized.

But right now she looked quite the unprofessional chick. Like really mad.

When we'd first seen her fifteen minutes ago, I'd thought the same thing as North, who'd trailed her eyes from Dustin to Aspen and then yanked my hand and pulled me into an empty hall.

"No," I'd said.

North had scoffed. "Right, because you remember anything,"

"That kid isn't mine," I insist. 

"Oh? Then how the does the kid know you so well? And actually, like you? Everyone knows you here," she demands.

I hadn't believed she actually believed that. "It's not possible, I'm 18, and that kid's like, five! I'd have to be twelve or thirteen to screw that chick! And I have a feeling she isn't into younger guys!"

"But, but--he has the Monroe profile!"

I snort, now she was just looking for excuses to doubt me, which really annoyed me. Although I could swear that kid did look like a Monroe...

"No he doesn't," comes a voice from behind us and North jumps as Aspen comes into view, smirking. "Trust me, sweet pea, when I say that I would screw a crab before I screwed that thing," she points to me, shuddering. I glower.

"Don't put down what you haven't tried, sugar," I wink, just to annoy North, who's already fuming. Good. Let her have a taste of the medicine she forced on me yesterday.

Unfortunately, Grove doesn't cooperate. She snorts and shakes her head. "He's all yours toots, come on Monroe. We have shit that needs spilling,"

Now she was completely livid and was about to explode any second. I was certain that the only thing keeping her from doing so was her son who was asleep on her lap, sucking on his thumb. Who the hell did he look so much like???

"Okay, okay...first thing's first..." she motions for Bingo and he grins. Before I can even blink, a gun is aimed at North who freezes, face pales.

I shoot up, and before I can think straight, I grab his body with some power I didn't know I had, and without knowing what happens next his body is on the ground with his gun pointed at his forehead.

I blink rapidly. What in the name of... how the hell did I...

"Okay, so it's just about triggering him and all his years of skill is back, goody, at least we're not starting at rock bottom," Aspen nonchalantly bites on her thumbnail, frowning, seeming deep in thought. I falter. She looks up and rolls her eyes. "What? You really think I shoot innocents now? Put that gun down for god's sake so I can think,"

It was a fucking test to get me to react.

"So...you may have forgot your skills, but your body hasn't, it's just a matter of the actual knowledge, in other words you have no idea why you have the skills you do,"

"Who am I?" I croak, avoiding North's burning gaze.

Aspen's gaze softens as she bites her lip. "Raise your left sleeve and look at your wrist,"

I do and see the tattoo I've seen before and was unable to comprehend.  A circle witha hooded cloak inside with three fancy letters. LRA.

"Little Red Assasins, that's what you were--what you still are I guess--in other words, you worked with me, and we were partners, but you, being a Monroe, usually ignored my emails when you were bored or lazy, even though you were one of our the best officers.

"The Little Red Assains only want equality. Lupus have been treated like shit for years because of the fancy pure blood vampires. And we help out the werewolves when they want purebloods illiminated, we fix as much shit in this world as we can, I guess,"

I was awestruck. So...maybe I wasn't such a shitty person after all? "I'm guessing my parents didn't know about this?" Mom would no way have let me do this, had she known. I was a secret officer for god's sake.

Aspen snorts. "No, and you're not telling them," and you're not telling your brothers about me either, specially not that er...oldest one, what's his name again?"

"Cayne," I say, still confused. It's not like my brothers would exactly mind.

"Yeah, him, just...don't tell shit about me okay?"

"So lemme get this straight. He is some kind of hero with some secret organsiation that saves lives, and you...um you're like wow, okay, are you saying Ridge Monroe is not an asshole?" North seems awfully confused and shocked about this discovery, I scowl.

"I mean...you're saying  he isn't a lowlife peice of scum with no life and no ambitions but sucking off his dad's money and screwing whatever comes with a vagina, are you saying that isn't him?"

"No babe, he is all of that, I'm just saying he isn't a completely terrible person, and maybe--just maybe--he has a good heart,"

"Oh,"

"Yeah, oh," Aspen responds, smirking.

***

So...what do you think of Ridge's little secret?

And also...who do you think is Dustin's father...remember he could be completely insignificant, but just putting the benefit of doubt out there. He could be right under your nose...

Laters,

Reagan