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I went to grab my purse and keys, but of course, I didn’t have those. “Do you have that spare key to my apartment?”
Bliss flicked the keys dangling from her ignition. “Right here.” She switched the car off. “I’ll come up with you.”
We walked slowly, side by side, both of us sipping our coffee.
“Do you truly have no panties on?”
I smiled around my steaming cup. “It’s pretty breezy down there.”
“So you and Fang hooked up again?”
I shook my head. “No. Not last night.”
“No one would judge you if you had, you know. You went through something really big yesterday, and if you went seeking comfort, no one would blame you.”
I blew over my coffee, trying to cool it enough to drink, debating over how much to tell her. But she was my best friend, and the words just came out. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that anymore. Not with him. Or anyone.”
Bliss stopped and put her hand on my arm. “He…the person who hurt you, I mean…he…” Her eyes filled with tears.
“Raped me, Bliss. You can say it.”
A sob burst from her mouth, and she dug her fingers into my skin. “Tell me who, Rebel. I swear, I won’t even tell Vincent and the others, I’ll kill him myself.”
I decided to be honest. “I’m not playing around when I say I can’t let you do that, Bliss. Because I’m going to.”
She dug her white teeth into her bottom lip. “You aren’t just saying that, are you?”
“No.”
“I’ll help you hide the body.” She was dead serious.
I glanced at her and burst out laughing. “Bliss!”
“What? I will! I’d do anything for you.”
Just like I’d do anything for her.
We took the last flight of stairs up to my apartment, but I flinched when three men stepped out from against my apartment door.
Bliss picked up my hand and squeezed it, steadying me. “Officers. What can we do for you? That’s my friend’s apartment you’re loitering in front of.”
All three of them looked to me, but it was the oldest one who spoke, a man with graying hair at his temples. “Rebel Kemp?”
“Yes,” I murmured.
“We’re here to escort you down to the police station.” His gaze slow-rolled over my bare legs. “Detective Richardson said you should put panties on first.”
A trickle of worry spread down my spine. “Do I have a say in the matter?”
His eyes narrowed. “Not unless you want me to arrest you and take you in wearing handcuffs.”
What the hell?
“Handcuffs!” Bliss yelped. “You can’t do that. She hasn’t done anything wrong. I’m calling a lawyer.”
“Great. Tell him to meet us at the station, because we aren’t waiting around for him to get here. Miss Kemp? Do you plan to put your panties on so we can leave or am I taking you in as is?”
I ground my molars. Fucking assholes. “Wouldn’t you just love a peek at my coochie?” I walked past and patted him on the chest. “She bites, though.” I snapped my teeth at him and was deeply satisfied when he flinched away.