Revolt (Legends and Love)

“Sal Warner, model and actor, born in 1986. Her true name is Kennedy Wise, but she changed it when she entered the modeling world. Her father is some big CEO who buys her way out of shit, with her mother being a socialite. She’s as upper class and stuck up as they come, yet she’s in debt for two houses she can’t afford, or should I say, she was until a few months ago when she came into a large amount of cash. When I traced the payments, I could see they were from some local reporters and exclusive stories she sold on Tucker and Reign. It seems their sexual relationship ended that same time, and Tucker hasn’t been spotted with her since.” I glance up from my iPad to see Raff looking annoyed, Cillian impressed, and Dal . . . well, Dal.

“You learned all that in the space it took for me to check on Reign and make coffee?” Raff asks.

“Bitch, please,” I scoff. “I learned all that and made myself a snack.”

Cillian laughs and holds out his hand. I give him the iPad as he scrolls through the background check, bank records, and cell phone tap I made. “Impressive. She’s a cunt. I can’t believe she betrayed Reign that way. No wonder Reign disappeared. She couldn’t even trust her fiancé and her best friend.”

“Yup.”

“So, we are killing her, yes?” Dal says slowly.

“What? No!” Raff snaps, leaning up before lowering his voice. Reign disappeared somewhere as soon as we got back, and she clearly needs her space, so we let her have it. “We can’t go around killing everyone who insults or hurts her.”

“Why?” Dall frowns, blinking in confusion.

“For starters, it’s illegal.”

“When has that ever stopped us?” I grin, making him glare at me.

“She also doesn’t need us to fight her battles for her. She’s a grown woman with her own strength and power. Do you think she would want us to wage her wars? No, she would be pissed as hell.”

“Or flattered and suck our cocks,” I comment helpfully.

Pinching his nose, Raff looks at the ceiling as if praying for strength. “Let me make this clear—nobody is to kill Sal Warner.”

“Well, that’s boring,” comes a drawl, and we all turn to see Regin there. “Especially since I just realized I might be moving past this shit but I’m still mad. Turns out, the old rebel part of me still exists, and she wants revenge.”

“Miss Harrow?” Raffiel frowns in confusion as I high-five Dal and lean over.

“Okay, you get the cameras, and I’ll get the weapons. I’m thinking we’ll make it look like an overdose—”

Reign laughs and kisses my cheek as she sits. “I never got any revenge, not against anyone. I’m all about penance these days. I might be trying to turn over a new leaf and do better, but it’s clear Sal isn’t. She won’t stop until she gets the dirt she wants for another story. I know her. I know what she’s like. She drove me out of my own home, my own bed, and my own fucking marriage, so yeah, I want revenge. Maybe not death”—she spares Dal and me a look—“but it’s very sweet. Still, there has to be something we can do to get a little even.”

“We are here for your protection, Miss Harrow, not to get involved in your battles,” Raffiel says, his voice soft.

It’s my turn to frown at him. “That’s us protecting her.”

“I’m not saying we are going to stop you or that we won’t be there to protect you.” He smirks as Reign laughs. “Just that we can’t officially get involved.”

“So, ideas . . .” I rub my hands together as I look around. “I say we shave her head and tattoo spunking dicks all over it.”

“How about we put burning poop on her door?” Cillian suggests.

“Oh, my sweet summer child.” Reign pats his hand.

“I still say we kill her, but fine. What about some torture techniques?” Dal offers.

“I like your idea, but I’m thinking something less breaking the Human Rights Act,” Reign explains.

“We pay someone who looks like her to film a sex tape!” I shout.

She sighs. “We aren’t about revenge porn, babe.”

“The best ones are the simplest. You want to stop her from coming for you? Then scare her.” Raffiel shrugs. “You want that revenge? Then look into her eyes while you show her what you’re willing to do if she crosses you again. Make her remember why you are Reign Fucking Harrow.”

“I like this idea,” I say.

She nods. “Me too.”

Top secret model espionage is kind of fun. It’s not like our missions from before, so I’m almost enjoying it as we all dress in black and idle outside of one of Sal’s houses up in the mountains above the city. The lights are on but nobody’s in—talk about wasting power.

“How long do we have to wait?” I groan, shifting in the seat before turning to Reign. “Baby, come sit that pretty ass on my lap. I’m bored.”

Rolling her eyes, she climbs toward me, and I perk up, but then she sits on Dal’s lap, who wraps his arms around her and grins at me. Covering my chest with my hands, I feign dying. “The pain, the betrayal.”

She licks her lips and I track the movement, insanely hard. “I have three holes—”

I push down my pants as she laughs and leans back. “Mean,” I mutter.

“Lights,” Cillian points out, and we sit up straighter and turn to peer out the front window just as a car pulls up to the gates. Sal gets out, waving at someone, before heading inside, teetering on her high heels.

“Mission Smack a Ho is a go,” I whisper as Reign giggles at my side and climbs over me to get out, purposely dragging her perfect ass over my cock.

“No fair,” I mutter as I climb out after her and pinch her nipple, making her yelp. “I’ll kiss it better later.”

“Easiest access is over the west wall. Dal and I will cut the alarm and cameras at the back door,” Cillian says as he tugs his mask down, and I do the same. We can’t be too careful. Reign might like going to prison, and it might be good for her reputation, but I can’t be that far away from her. Not for too long anyway.

She pulls down a matching pink mask, her pouty lips tilted up in a grin in the hole. “Let’s go, team every hole is a goal.”

“Wait, I thought we were team slong-a-dong,” I say as we hurry across the road.

“Nope, Cillian and I changed it,” she replies as Raffiel holds out his hands to boost her.

“Traitors,” I grumble at her back as she places one foot in his hand and he tosses her up and over before taking a running jump, pushing off halfway up the wall, and flipping over. “Well, shit, now we have to show off.” I roll my sleeves back and crack my neck as she gapes, straddling the wall.

“Watch this, beautiful,” I call quietly.

I take a few steps back before rushing at the wall. I manage to clear it, gripping the lip and flipping myself over, landing on my knees in the flowers next to an annoyed Raffiel. Reign claps softly just as Dal flips over and onto his feet on the ledge. Grinning down at her, he offers her his hand and pulls her up, lowering her down to us before hopping down casually.

“Wait, where’s Cillian?” she hisses, only to find him leaning against a tree, watching.

“I give it an eight for a clean dismount, but I give myself a ten since no one even saw me get over.” He winks at Reign. “Don’t you think, babe?”

“For sure.” She nods as he carefully rolls his sleeves back. She watches him, almost drooling at his arms, and he notices. No doubt the fucker will cut all his shirts now so she’ll stare at his arms all the time.

Maybe I should. I have nice arms. Glancing down, I flex them, only to look up and see them all watching me. “What? Shouldn’t we be moving?”

Sal saunters past the kitchen and upstairs, lights coming on deeper in the house as she goes.

“Okay, team, time to get serious.” Raffiel crouches, and we all automatically copy him, falling into old habits even if we aren’t invading enemy territory, just a spoiled brat’s house. Reign copies us too, and I can’t help but grin at our girl. “Okay, Reign is with me. We enter through the back door. Dal, I want you to enter through the second story, but stay out of sight for now. Cil and Astro, I want you to go in through the front. Is that understood? We enter low and slow. I want this tight and quiet, boys.”

“Got it.” We all nod, even Reign as she grins at us.

“This is so hot,” she whispers and winks at Raff. “Remember that voice and use it later.”

He tugs at his mask. “You got it, Miss Harrow.”

Crouching, I lean in and kiss her. “See you inside, criminal.” Cil and I rush through the trees and into position, ready to help our girl get her revenge.

Nobody fucks with Reign Harrow.