Revolt (Legends and Love)

“Okay, thanks.” Raff looks like shit. His hair is a mess, and his suit is rumpled. His eyes are red, but he won’t let us stop. He’s trying to hunt down the stalker so he can’t get to our girl while we aren’t there.

Our girl . . . I guess she isn’t anymore.

We can’t even see her.

My fingers twitch with the need to check on her. She belongs right here with me. I need the weight of her in my arms. I can still smell her on me, and I never want to bathe again.

All I want is her.

Unlike me, Raff has turned his pain into determination.

Astro is lost, and Dal is quiet.

I’m angry and so fucking hurt. I don’t deserve to be because I did this to her. I don’t deserve to hurt, but god, I do.

I hurt so much, I don’t know how I’m not bleeding from a thousand cuts.

“We can keep going on to the next—” Raff scrambles to answer his phone as it rings, hope in his eyes.

“Baby—oh, uh, hi.” He frowns, putting it on speaker.

“I just thought you should know your girl is here and she’s a mess. Don’t you ever tell her I told you. Fix whatever you did,” Trav snaps and hangs up.

Raff frowns. “He sent me a location. Do you think he’s telling the truth?”

“I don’t care, do you?” I retort.

“No, let’s go get our girl,” he says, striding to the car.

We follow, and my heart races the entire drive. What if she kicks us out? What if she’s hurt? I need to know. I need to see her, just for a moment, even if she hates us. I can’t breathe without her.

The party is massive. We blend in, looking like hired security, as we circle the property, trying to find our girl, until we follow the music. I come to a stop in the entrance of the huge mansion, where the foyer has been turned into a dance floor.

In the middle of the crowd is Reign.

No matter what, just like when I always see her, my thoughts evaporate, my heart screams in happiness, and I’m gobsmacked by her beauty.

Her head is thrown back, and her eyes are closed. She’s wearing nothing but a skimpy, translucent dress and she looks incredible, but she’s so fucking drunk, and I know it’s because of us.

A man grips her hips, grinding with her to the music, his touch lustful and possessive.

Someone is going to die tonight.

He is touching what is ours.

I hear a scuffle and glance back to see Raff trying to restrain Dal. “Cil,” he snaps.

Dal’s eyes are black, and I’ve never seen him look so dangerous. Astro helps Raff as my eyes go back to Reign to see her taking the man’s hand and slipping through the crowd.

My entire body goes cold. Jealousy and pain roars through me as she starts to head upstairs with him. Their intentions are clear.

Snarling, Dal shoots past me. Fuck.

I run after them, racing upstairs and seeing him round the corner. When we find him, he’s kicking down the bedroom door. We hurry inside to see her sit up, and the shirtless man on top of her glares at us.

“What the fuck, bro?” he snaps.

“Get out, bro,” I mock. “Unless you want him to kill you.” I tilt my head to Dal.

The buff golden boy looks at Dal before paling at what he sees, and he immediately flees. We let him pass us before making a barrier again.

“Are you okay?” Astro asks like a lovesick puppy as she stands, glaring at us like we’re strangers.

“Yes, Reign, are you okay?” I spit, my jealousy taking over. How could she do that only hours after being in bed with us? “Not even a few hours and what? You’re going to fuck us out of your system? Look at yourself.”

“Fuck off,” she snaps at me. “Why the fuck are you even here?”

“For you,” Astro whispers, his eyes filled with tears.

“For what’s ours,” I say since Raff is silent and Dal is twitching with the need to kill the man who touched her.

The bitter laugh she lets out makes me flinch.

“Not yours,” she says, directing her rage at us, and it’s wrong, but it makes me hard. Feeling her anger is better than feeling her pain.

“No?” I step toward her, and she steps back. I keep going until she hits the bed and I pin her there. “Want me to remind you how you begged for our cocks?” I’m being cruel, but I can’t seem to help it when I notice her smeared lipstick and drooping top.

She let him touch her.

“So that’s it, huh? We make one mistake and you go back to drinking and fucking around to feel something.” My head snaps left from the slap, and then pain slams through me. I roll to the side, covering my cock and balls she just kneed, and fall off the bed. Nostrils flaring, she tugs her top up and turns her glare on us.

“This is my fucking life. Don’t make the mistake of thinking you have any say in it. I fucked you, and we had a good time. It was nothing more. Don’t forget your place,” she sneers cruelly, lashing out just like I did.

God, how did we get here?

I want to go back and start again, but even then, I wouldn’t trade what we had for another shot. I don’t want to forget everything we shared.

“Reign—” Raff holds up his hands.

“It’s Miss Harrow to you, Mr. Walker,” she spits.

“Miss Harrow,” he whispers lovingly. “Let’s just talk. We’ll sober you up, and you can hear us out—”

She goes toe to toe with him. “No, I don’t want to hear you out. In fact, I don’t want anything except for you to get the fuck out of my life and never come back. Is that understood? I’m not your fucking mission, Raffiel. I’m not something you can achieve or fix. This—” She gestures between us. “Whatever the hell it was is over. It’s dead. I’m a goddamn rock star, and you’re a killer in a cheap suit. Go back to your world, and I’ll go back to mine.”

“You’re our world,” Astro says sadly.

She swallows, and I see her resolve weaken just for a second before she steps back. “Then get a new one. I don’t want to see you again. You are worse than nothing to me. You’re just another person who used me. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to put it in a song.”

Raff shrinks back, flinching in pain, clearly thinking we’ve lost her. I stumble to my feet, but Dal steps before her, blocking her exit.

“Move,” she demands.

He meets her eyes, and she stares back.

She is the one person in the world who is safe from him.

“Either kill me or move,” she hisses. “Those are the only things you’re good for.”

He takes an audible breath, the only sign of his agony, and then steps aside.

“Good little dog,” she sneers before storming out, leaving us staring after her.

“So this is what pain is,” Dal whispers, watching her. “I don’t fucking like it. I don’t like it one bit. How do you survive it?”

I don’t know.

I really don’t.