I stand here looking down at her in confusion and shock. Why would Taylor tell her to come here? “What did my message say?” I ask stupidly.
But Rachel just laughs it off. “How much you miss me. How much you need me.” Her voice drops to a seductive growl that would once make me hard. Now it just irritates me. “That you couldn’t stop thinking about me.”
I shake my head as I reach up and grab her hands. I pry them from around my neck as I speak. “I didn’t send you that message, Rachel,” I say flatly.
She just smiles up at me. “Wanna play, Case? Okay. Let’s role play.” She runs her hands through her long bright red hair as she licks her lips and pushes her fake tits out for me to see. “Wanna play cops and robbers? Want me to walk outside and come back in as if I’m about to rob the place?” I shake my head as I sigh heavily. What is Taylor trying to prove here? “Come on, Case. You can arrest me. Place your cuffs on me and fuck me however you want.” She lets out a shaky breath as if she’s already getting warmed up just thinking about that. “Want me to scream out no while you fuck me anyway?”
“Rachel …” I growl.
“You wanna force me to my knees and make me suck your cock?” she whispers as her eyes light up with excitement. “You always like it when I try to fight you. It turns you on even more knowing that you have that power.”
I swallow down the bile that starts to rise in my throat. I hate how true her statements are. How twisted I could be in bed with her. I have never once wanted that kind of power over Taylor. I mean, yeah, I can be rough and need control, but I never made Taylor feel like a victim. Rachel always liked it when I did that to her.
“No, Rachel! I didn’t text you to come here to fuck you.” I didn’t text you at all.
“Well, then why did you text me?” she huffs as she places her hands on her hips.
“I didn’t.” I grind out.
She huffs, getting pissed. “Quit lying Case. I got your message …”
“Hi, Rachel.”
Rachel’s dark eyes look beside me, and I see that Taylor and Brecken now stand there. Taylor looks pissed, and Brecken looks as shocked as I felt two minutes ago.
“What’s going on?” Rachel asks. “Why are they here?” She looks at me in question. I just stare at her as I shake my head. Taylor is wrong. Rachel cannot be the one who set my house on fire. Or tried to shoot us here at the club. Rachel doesn’t have those kinds of resources.
“You’re here because I text you from Case’s phone,” Taylor announces. She slides me a side glare. Her eyes run up and down me with a look of hatred. Of course, she hates me. She just heard that I’m a fucking pervert.
“I don’t understand. You said you were sorry and wanted to see me. What is she talking about, Case?” Rachel demands.
Taylor takes a step toward her, now glaring at her. “I asked you here because I need to prove to the guys that you are the one who tried to kill them.”
“I don’t know …”
“Save it!” Taylor interrupts her. “See, it only took three clues to lead me to you,” Taylor announces. I expect Rachel to deny it again, but instead, her eyes narrow on her. She continues. “The first clue was what you said at the hospital. You said that you had heard from a friend that Brecken had been shot. That was a lie. I didn’t figure that out till a few hours ago. I didn’t know you had been fired by Case until after we left there. There were only five of us here when Brecken was shot. And every man who fired on us was killed. There was never any news story about what happened that night and Case had told all the employees that he was remodeling.” Rachel opens her mouth to speak, but Taylor keeps going. “Second clue.” She holds up two fingers. “You also mentioned at the hospital that Case had looked like he had a rough night the night before. You would only know that if you had set the fire.”
“You’re crazy,” Rachel hisses.
Taylor just continues. “The guys keep trying to figure out how someone knew where Case lived. And you did.” She did but … “I had seen a picture of you on his mantel. It was the three of you guys and a sold sign in the front yard.” Taylor laughs at herself. “Only you would be stupid enough to pull such things and continue to keep coming around.”
“It wasn’t me. Why would I kill them? I love them,” she spits out.
“That’s the only thing I can’t figure out,” Taylor muses. “Why would you kill them?” she asks herself out loud and then shrugs. “I’m not sure. Maybe if they die, they leave you the club. Or maybe you are just one twisted, fucked-up bitch who wants them dead. All I know is that you did it.”
“Rachel …” I take a step toward her. She does fit all of those clues Taylor just said. “Tell me the truth. Did you do this?”
She shakes her head frantically as tears well up in her eyes. “You know I would never hurt you guys.”
“I thought it was odd the way you looked at Blane the moment you found out his name. And just the other day at the hospital, Case said that the guy had got a phone call earlier that evening to attack me.” Taylor goes on as she takes another step toward her, and her voice drops to a growl. “After you met Blane, I found you in the locker room. The moment I walked in, you hung up. It was you. It was all you! You ordered to have them attack me and then when Case and I came back after being gone for those three days, you didn’t like what you saw. So instead of going after me, you went after the guys. Then when Blane went to meet up with those drug dealers, you told them just enough for them to want to harm him.”
The club falls to silence as we all stand motionless. I still have my doubts that Rachel did it. We’ve known her for four years, and yeah, she’s crazy but to kill someone? If she were to kill us, then who would clean up her messes?
“Why?” Brecken is the one who speaks first. He obviously doesn’t feel the same as I do. “Why would you try to kill us? After all we’ve done for you?”
“I didn’t …” Tears run down her face.
“Stop fucking lying,” Taylor yells. “We know you did it. Just confess and quit playing this stupid game.”
She lets out a long breath as she stares at Taylor with hatred. The tears that run down her face all of a sudden just stop. She reaches up and wipes them away. I watch as the cruelest smile spreads across her face. She looks over at Brecken and her fuck you look appears. “After all you’ve done for me?” She throws her head back letting out a laugh, and I reach out, grabbing Taylor’s shoulder and yank her behind me. Once I know my body is shielding hers, I reach behind me and grab my gun. I’ve underestimated this crazy bitch way too much.
“You really think you saved me, don’t you?” She laughs again. “Did you ever stop and think about why you found me beat that night? It was legit, don’t get me wrong, but it was my idea.”
“What are you talking about?” Brecken demands.
Her eyes look at me, and she slowly looks me up and down. “It’s no secret that I like a man’s hands on me.” She smirks. “And you can’t lie, Case. The way you would wrap your hand around my neck as you would shove your cock …”
“Stop!” I growl.
“What?” She licks her lips. “Don’t want your new whore to know how you fucked me?” She arches a black eyebrow. “As if you don’t fuck her the same way? We all know you have needs, Case.”
Taylor starts to run toward her from behind me, and my left arms shoots out to stop her. “You bitch …” Taylor snaps.
“Oh, honey.” She makes a tsking noise with her tongue and teeth. “You should welcome competition. Men like a woman willing to fight for her man. Tell me, what would you do in order to keep him?”
“I’d kill you …” Taylor spits out.
Rachel laughs at that. “You couldn’t touch me …”
“Enough!” Brecken barks. “Rachel, start explaining yourself now, or I will make you.”
She looks over at him and sighs as if this is putting her out. “It was a setup. The first time you two met me. We had heard you two were going to be at the party. You two were the newest dealers on the block. They wanted an inside man. Someone who could tell them every little secret you guys had. But I knew a woman had to do it.” She pulls her shoulders back with pride. “I offered myself up as bait. So two men beat the fuck out of me and then I worked my charm. It was a bonus that you were hot.” She smiles up at me. “All men like a damsel in distress. And of course, take a man who has lost his sister …”