Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes. “Should have left his ass in Collins,” I mumble.
Seconds later, I see him running down the street, and he jumps into the back seat barely in enough time before Cole takes off.
I smile as I slide her screen and see that she didn’t have a lock on it and go to Seth’s name. I type out a message.
Me: Meet me at the cabin. ASAP. It’s important.
Then I shut her phone off so he can’t contact her.
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I sit on the couch at the cabin, and Cole sits next to me. Shane sits at the kitchen table texting away on his phone. Pretty sure it’s to the girl from the party who works at Silence. Bennett stepped out back five minutes ago, saying he needed to make a call.
“How long has it been?” Cole asks.
I look down at the clock on my phone. “Thirty minutes. He should be here any minute.”
The back door opens, and Bennett steps inside.
“How long do you think this will take?” Shane asks. “I’ve got plans later.”
I roll my eyes. “Would these plans consist of a girl and a straitjacket?”
“Yep,” he answers. “All I need is a tub. Or a pool would do.”
Bennett shakes his head. “I don’t wanna know anymore. Drugging and kidnapping one girl is enough for one night.”
Headlights shine through the front window, and seconds later, they shut off followed by a door shutting.
“Showtime,” Shane says excitedly.
The front door bursts open, and Seth runs inside. He comes to a quick stop when he sees all of us taking up the small area. He swallows as his eyes go to each of us. He looks at the floor and at the chair next to me. He realizes instantly that it wasn’t his sister who messaged him. “Where is she?” he demands.
“Safe. For now.” I stand.
He takes a step toward me. “If you …”
“What?” I ask. “Rape her? Take advantage of her? Like you were going to do to Demi?”
He swallows, making his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“Funny,” Cole says, coming to stand next to me. “Neither did we.”
His jaw sharpens. “I’ll tell you anything you need to know.” I expected it to be that easy. Too bad it had to be this way.
I reach out my hand. “Give me your phone.”
“No.” He shakes his head, taking a step back. “Anything but that.”
“Shane,” I call out, not taking my eyes off Seth.
I hear the chair he’s sitting in slide across the tile and then his shoes on the floor as he exits and goes to the only bedroom in this small cabin. Seconds later, he comes back into the living room, and this time, he has a woman in his arms. She lies across them, still passed out.
“Melissa!” Seth snaps and goes to take a step toward them, but Cole places a hand on his chest, stopping him.
I walk over to the kitchen area as Shane sits her in a chair. She slumps forward, and I walk behind her, gripping her dark hair in my hand, I pull her head back. With my free hand, I gently push her brown hair off her face, neck, and chest. I slide my knuckles down over her exposed neck, making him think the worst, but really, I’m just checking her pulse. When satisfied, I pull my hand away and look back at him.
“Melissa?” he shouts.
“She can’t hear you,” I tell him. “See, I gave her what GHB you had left.”
Cole holds up the now empty bottle that he found here earlier this morning. “You know, what you didn’t use on Demi.”
“You son of a bitch!” he shouts and goes to walk toward me, but Cole slams his fist into Seth’s face, knocking him back.
“But there wasn’t much left,” I add. “I say we’ve got maybe thirty minutes before she starts to come around.”
“If you hurt her …”
“What?” I ask. “What are you going to do? There’s four of us and one of you.” This guy has no clue what we are capable of.
“And unlike you, none of us are gay.” Shane says, stepping up next to her. “And in case you were wondering, brunettes are my favorite,” he adds, pulling a long piece of rope out of my black duffle bag.
Blood runs from Seth’s nose as he watches Shane somewhat speechless and wide-eyed.
Shane moves behind the chair and pulls the girl’s arms behind it. He begins to wrap the rope around her small wrists, binding them together before tying the rope to the chair. Making it impossible for her to move if she wakes.
“Stop,” Seth chokes out, finding his voice. “I’ll give it to you.”
I stay where I’m at, holding the girl’s head back by her hair, and Cole takes the phone from him. He brings it over to me. Pulling up his Facebook app, he then goes to his PMs. He scrolls down until he gets to Evan Scott and opens it up.