But today, I was pumped full of aggressive energy and wound up to the point that I wanted to punch a wall. After the run-in with my egg donor and then holding back from doing what I really wanted to do with Harper last night, I was like a tightly coiled spring. I needed an outlet, and I decided there was a better target I could aim for than a wall.
Jensen fucking Lockwood.
I’d left it far too long to teach that prick a lesson, and I needed him to know she was off-limits. Payback for him putting his hands on her was long overdue.
I stormed up their ridiculously extravagant driveway, smirking at the matching Range Rovers they had parked up.
Did they know it was me who torched the last lot?
I bloody hoped so.
I wanted them to know that no matter how much time passed, I’d never give up getting my revenge on them for what they did to me. Chase might not have used his fists like the others, but in the later years, he’d stood and watched. He was as guilty as they were.
I banged my fist on their door and kept the demonic smile on my face. I wanted him to see what my intentions were the minute he opened that door. The Joker had nothing on some of the crazy shit I wanted to do.
When it finally swung open, and Chase stood there gawping at me, I tried not to let my smile falter. If I had to knock him out to get to his brother, I would. His smug-ass face deserved a beating.
“Where is he?” I asked, putting my foot forward to stop him from closing the door.
“He isn’t here.” Chase folded his arms over his chest, trying to look tough, but I noticed the way his hands were shaking. The fucker was scared.
“I’ll wait then.” I took another step forward, so I was standing in the doorway. I wasn’t going to be pushed out. I was going to be heard. “Are you gonna invite me in for a drink? Or do I have to sit outside on your driveway all day? ‘Cos I will. I’m not going anywhere.”
Chase took a furtive glance down the hallway then whispered, “I don’t know where he is. He won’t be back here today. I can’t help you. You need to leave.”
He tried to move towards me, maybe hoping I’d back off and he could shut the door in my face, but that was never gonna happen. I stood my ground.
“You know where he is.”
“Honestly, I don’t. He left the night of the party. Your party at the waterworks. Nice touch, by the way, making him out
to be a pussy in your little speech, but my brother doesn’t hit women.”
“Are you sure about that? ‘Cos I know what I saw and the bruise on Harper’s face told me a different story.”
His eyes went wide, and I could tell he believed me. He didn’t want to, but he did.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He couldn’t look me in the eye when he spoke.
“Your brother hit Harper and he needs to pay.”
And I’m here to collect on his debt, with my fists.
“If my brother hit her, then I’d punch the fuck out of him myself,” Chase said, holding his chin up and doing a shit job of looking like a stand-up guy.
“Don’t pretend to be self-righteous with me. I know you, remember. I know what your little crew are capable of. He hit her, but he won’t ever do it again. When I get my hands on him, he’s gonna regret it. Trust me.”
Chase narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously.
“Why do you care? It’s Brodie’s sister… oh… wait, are you and her? Fuck… That is something I did not see coming.”
I wanted to give him a smart answer, wipe that smug smirk off his face, but I was interrupted.
“What is going on here?”
Don Lockwood strode towards us looking like his wife had shrunk his underwear in the wash as he grimaced in annoyance.
“Brandon’s just leaving,” Chase stated, trying to usher me out of the door again. He needed to stop getting so fucking close. If he carried on poking the lion inside of me, he’d get a scary fucking wake-up call.