Until he did.
But then another voice came in, smooth and threatening. “I’ll come to get you,” Damon chimed in. “And I’ll want my blood back.”
I ground my teeth together.
Stepping into the kitchen, I saw Kai opening and closing cabinets, probably looking for First-Aid supplies, while Damon held a towel to the lower left side of his torso and leaned into the intercom on the wall.
“I will take it out of your ass before we leave that shed, Rika,” he warned. “Don’t run.”
And then he stepped away and threw down the towel as Will began taping a huge patch of gauze over his wound.
It wasn’t vicious—the blood seeping through the gauze was slow—but it was big. She’d slashed him good.
Will’s bloodstained hands worked as Damon winced and picked up a cigarette he’d lit, taking a long drag.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I told him, walking in and diving down into one of the drawers on the island, pulling out the peroxide.
“Fuck you,” Damon threw back.
He shoved Will away and flicked his cigarette in the sink, turning and charging out of the kitchen and into the solarium.
I shot out from behind the counter and caught his arm, slamming him into the wall. He struggled, and I immediately wrapped my hand around his neck, pinning him to the wall. My other hand pressed into the gauze over his fresh wound.
“Fuck!” he shouted, knocking my hands away, but I just came back in again. “Get off me!”
“We agreed.”
“You agreed!” he argued. “I’m going to rip her in two!”
I twisted up my lips, having had enough. No one would touch her unless she agreed to our terms. That was the deal we’d made, but now the deal was off. I wasn’t on board with this anymore.
“I don’t even know why you’re here,” he sneered, knocking my hand off his wound but making no move to get away. He turned his head, speaking to the other guys. “He got off scot-free—didn’t serve a day—so why are we even involving him?”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “You think the past three years have been easy?” I charged. “I was the one to piss her off. She was mad at me that night, and you all paid the price. I had to look at her day after day…that lying, manipulative, vindictive bitch sitting two feet across the dinner table, and knowing it was all my fault.” I turned my head, looking between Kai, Will, and then back at Damon. “You’re my brothers, more than family. You guys served the time, and I have the guilt for it. We all paid.”
I let him go and backed away, watching him scowl at the air between us.
I’d felt like I’d owed them. I’d hurt her that night, pushing her away and being cruel, and it was my fault she lashed out. She had the phone. She posted the videos.
“Will, go get her,” I ordered.
There was no way I’d trust Damon to be alone with her in that shed.
Will walked around me and stepped up to the solarium door, but then he stopped, looking out the glass.
“She’s already coming,” he said, sounding a little surprised.
What? I stepped to the side, following his gaze out the door.
Fuck.
Her lone figure treaded slowly through the grass, her chin up and her shoulders squared.
“You were right,” Kai said next to me, pleased.
I turned away, heading back into the kitchen while the three of them kept their eyes on her.
Gripping the edge of the counter, I heard the door open, and I watched them stay rooted in their spots as she calmly stepped inside, walking past them. She veered right, stopping at the entrance to the kitchen, and stared at me, her hard eyes doing a good job of masking the hint of hurt I noticed.
Her clothes were damp, and I could make out her white bra beneath her tank top.
“Where is my mother?” she asked.
Damon, Will, and Kai walked in around her, spreading out around the kitchen, and turning to face her.
“Is she why you came back?” I asked.
Of course, she would brave us for her mother. We’d counted on that.
“I’m not scared of you,” she stated.
I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “I think you believe that.”
Looking at her now, her hair dotted with crystals of water, Damon’s blood on her hands and the bottom of her tank top, and the resolute look in her eyes, I’d never been surer of anything.
No, she wasn’t scared. She’d given into it. She was owning it.
Run or play. Fuck it.
“Where is she?” she pressed again.
“You get answers when you confess.”
“And submit,” Will added.
“To what?” she gritted out, turning her fierce eyes on him.
“To us.” He came around her, looking her in the eye. “All of us.”
“Your tantrum cost us three years, Rika,” Kai charged, baring his teeth. “And it wasn’t easy time. We were hungry and threatened and miserable.”