Chapter 68


    Easton


    There are ck spray paint cans in the back of ke’s car, which is the same color that was used on


    the garage door. That’s why Ryan called me over here to this stupid restaurant.


    It wasn’t Aisha who spray painted whore on their garage door.


    It was fucking ke.


    “I’m going to kill him.”


    I start toward the restaurant entrance but Ryan darts in front of me, shoving at my chest and stopping


    me. “Calm the fuck down, dude. We have to approach this right.”


    “I’m going to. I’m going to kill him.” My voice is calm. Way too calm. I’m ready to tear that motherfucker


    from limb to limb. Rip his face off and shove it down his throat. Kick him so hard in the dick that he’ll


    never be able to father children.


    Ever.


    “No, you’re not. You can’t go into that restaurant and make a scene. ke will deny everything and


    they’ll kick your ass out of the ce.” Ryan shakes his head, his hands still on my chest, restraining


    me. “We need proof. Evidence.”


    “Photos?” | ask.


    Ryan nods. “If I let you go right now, you promise you won’t run into that restaurant?”


    I could lie and say yes. Then find my way in there anyway and shove my fist into ke’s smug face.


    But maybe Ryan’s right. We need to approach this situation carefully. Methodically. Harper will have a


    hard time believing ke did this. She’s firmly set on Aisha being responsible.


    “Promise,” I say, my gaze meeting Ryan’s.


    We stand in the parking lot, staring at each other before Ryan finally, reluctantly releases his hold on


    me.


    Only for a second am I tempted to go into the restaurant but I tell myself to calm the fuck down and


    head back for ke’s car, whipping out my phone so I can start taking photos.


    It’s hard to focus through the tinted back windows, but I manage to get some decent shots. Ryan takes


    photos too, an endless stream of them, his expression turning darker and darker with every shot.


    “He’s one of my best fucking friends,” Ryan mutters. “I can’t believe he did this.”


    Ryan feels just as betrayed as I do, which infuriates me all over again.


    “We‘re going to destroy him.” Ryan nces over at me when I speak. “He can’t get away with this. He


    fucked with you. He fucked with me. And he fucked with Harper.”


    “What, he wanted Harper too and he’s pissed he didn’t get his chance?” Ryan shakes his head. “I still


    don’t know how this all started.”


    I’m not about to exin myself. I can’t tell Ryan I kissed and groped his sister multiple times before


    even knowing who the hell she was. How I bullied her and treated her like absolute shit. Fingered her in


    the goddamn janitor’s closet for God’s sake.


    Yeah. Ryan doesn’t need to hear any of that.


    “He saw me with Harper and decided to fuck with me,” I say, because it’s all I got.


    “That’s messed up.” Ryan shakes his head, ncing down at his phone when it starts to ring. He


    makes a face and answers it. “What?”


    I can hear Sadie asking what he’s doing and if he wants to get together.


    “I’m busy right now. Can I call youter?” He ends the call before she can answer him, the savage. “I


    don’t have time for her right now.”


    I have a sneaking suspicion she’s with Harper, and they’re trying to figure out what the hell we’re doing.


    “They’re probably together.”


    “Who?”


    “Your sister and Sadie.”


    Ryan rolls his eyes. “Great. They’re probably conspiring with each other.”


    Probablying up with ways to string me up by the balls, but I can’t worry about that right now.


    I’ll make it up to Harperter. I hate that I ditched her, but shit.


    Seeing those spray paint cans in the back of ke’s car was fucking worth it.


    “Shit! Duck!” Ryan grabs my shirt and yanks me down so we’re crouched behind a car.


    “What the hell?” I jerk out of his hold. “What’s going on?”


    Ryan holds his finger to his lips before he slowly rises, peeking over the side of the car. I do the same.


    Just in time to see ke exiting the restaurant.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org.


    With…


    Aisha?


    What the fuck?


    ke walks her to her vehicle, dropping a quick kiss on her cheek before she climbs inside. He strolls


    toward his own car, whistling, his hands in his pockets, as casual as shit, like he doesn’t have a single


    problem in his life.


    He has no idea what I could do to him. What Ryan will do to him too. He has a whole mess of problems


    hanging over his head, and every one of them has my name on it.


    The moment he’s pulling out of the parking lot, following after Aisha, we both stand up straight, heading


    for our vehicles. Anger radiates off of Ryan in palpable waves and I’m sure I’m giving off the same vibe


    “We could follow him,” I say, my voice low. “I bet he’s going home.”


    “No.” Ryan shakes his head. “Not yet. We need to have a n.”


    “Why? What’s the point? We want to destroy him. Let’s get it done.” I start for my car but Ryan holds


    me off yet again.


    “We need to tell Harper first. She’s a part of this too.”


    My shoulders sag. “She won’t believe it’s ke.”


    “We have proof. Photos. We need to show her.” Ryan shoves me and I stumble backward. “I should


    still be pissed at you for fucking around with my sister.”


    “I care about her,” I stress, throwing my arms up in the air. “I’m not the one going around spray painting


    shitty words on your house, Ryan. Fuck that. She means something to me. ke’s just fucking around


    and causing havoc everywhere he goes.”


    God, I hate that asshole. Even though he was one of my best friends, he’s taken things too far.


    Our friendship is over.


    Finished.


    Done.


    I don’t care what Ryan thinks. If he’s not going to handle things properly, then I’ll take matters into my


    own hands.


    And fuck ke’s life up.