All Chapters of Rebel Attraction (In Love With My Stepbrother): Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

Abigails povMy heart thuds against my chest as I step backwards, my lips still stinging from Nathan's kiss.The air in the kitchen is too thick, too heavy, and his dark eyes are still connected with mine, their heat challenging me to respond.I push him with all my might, meeting his chest with my palms, and run for the steps before he can speak again.My feet thud on the hardwood, the speed of my pounding steps a lose hope to outpace the chaos swirling between my temples-guilt, and rage.It's horrible, it's wrong and I hate myself for it.I get to my room, slam the door, and fumble to lock it with shaking hands.My body aches against the wood, and I lower myself down to sit on the floor, hugged into a ball with my knees to my chest.I suck in quick, hasty breaths as I follow him out. How could I let this happen?Nathan, of all people - mean Nathan, manipulative Nathan, who cackled about destroying Luca's sister, who doesn't care about anyone but himself.And still, when his mouth to

Abigail's povI am hunched in Nathan's closet, breathing slow and shallow, the must of old clothes heavy in the air.My heart thumps so loud that I'm certain he can hear it as his footsteps creak closer.The door to his room creaks open, and I look through the narrow beam of light that runs between the closet door and the door frame.Nathan's silhouette blocks the doorway, his shoulders stiff, his strides quick.Him muttering to himself, words I can't quite make out, but his voice is so agitated, I shiver. Fix this. Gotta fix this.He walks to his desk and yanks open the drawer where I discovered the burner phone.My hand tightens on a coat, hoping he doesn't see anything wrong.He picks up the phone, turns it on, dials, his back to me. "Gajeel," he hisses, low and biting."You're going to want to control this.She's asking a lot of questions, and if she messes anything up, I swear - "My stomach lurches.Is he talking about me? Or Claire? Whoever it is, Gajeel and his buddy, says som

POV: Abigail“Ah—!”The sound rips out of me as someone grabs me from behind and my voice shakes as I’m being pulled backward.My shoes scrape against the gravel and my heart jumps hard in my chest.I kick my legs, but the hand around my waist tightens while another hand covers my mouth.I try to scream again, but all that comes out is a muffled, and shaky sound.My back hits something solid and I feel crates behind me, blocking any chance of me escaping.I twist and try to yank myself free, but the grip is too strong.“Calm down,” a voice whispers in my ear and my whole body freezes.I know this voice.I know it even through my fear.The hands drop away from my mouth, and the person pulls me deeper into the dark space behind the crates.I stumble as he pushes me toward the shadows.“Luca?” I whisper.He steps into the small amount of light behind us, and his face appears.He looks shaken, angry, and tired all at once. His chest rises and falls fast, like he ran all the way here.“Wha