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)
He laughs. “What? Don’t wanna come in for a cup of tea?”
I roll my eyes. My phone starts to vibrate while sitting in my cupholder. I see that it’s Deke and pick it up, placing it on silent. Then I put it in the side door pocket so Kellan can’t grab it and answer the call. He’s a dick like that.
“Thanks for the ride, baby.” He opens the door.
I lean over and look up at him. “You’re gonna keep your mouth shut, right? About me letting you in on her birthday?” He can’t tell on me. Who knows what the fuck Cole would do to me if he found out.
He laughs. “Don’t worry, Becky. Your secret is safe with me.” He slams my door shut and walks toward the house.
Obviously, he informed Shane that I let him into the Lowes house the night of Austin’s birthday. I’m just not sure why he chose now to tell them. What changed to make him do that?
Getting out of Austin’s SUV, I slam the door shut and watch David get out of his car. He and Maxwell come around the back of it where I stand. “We’ll get the girls. Just get the front door for us.”
I run up the steps and push the heavy door open, knowing it was unlocked. No one has been here since Kellan killed Celeste and shot Austin. I cover my nose when I open the door because the stench is overwhelming. The blood still covers the black and white checkered marble floor of the grand foyer. It’s a shame they didn’t have anyone come and clean it up after Bruce was arrested for paying off Jeff to cause the car wreck. He got life for three counts of manslaughter. For each of the guys who died in the wreck he caused.
Maxwell carries my unconscious sister over his shoulder while David drags a very pissed off Austin through the front door with his hand fisted in her dark hair. “Fuck, she’s a handful.” He grunts.
I slam the door shut. “Her room is upstairs.”
“Let go of me!” she snaps as he shoves her up the stairs. “You won’t get away with this.”
We both ignore her. He comes to the landing, and I kick her bedroom door open. It looks the same as it did when she lived here. After she was shot, Cole and Deke came over and packed up all her clothes for their move to Texas, so she wouldn’t have to come back here and do it herself. They left everything else.
He throws her onto her bed, and she grunts from landing on her back, her restrained hands underneath her.
There’s not an ounce of fear in her green eyes, just pure hatred. She wants to kill me. Well, she’ll have to get in line. We have a plan, and once we’re done, we’re going to run like hell. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because the sharks think they are the only things to be scared of.”
She snorts. “You think this is gonna make them fear you?” She shakes her head. “You’re more stupid than I gave you credit for.” Her nostrils flare, and a small line of blood runs down from her forehead where the car door hit her. Her green eyes slide to David, then back to me.
“You guys haven’t officially met. This is David,” I announce, and her eyes widen.
“Your ex?” she demands.
“Who said we ever broke up?”
He walks up to the bed and looks down at her. “Pretty.” He chuckles, and I narrow my eyes on him. “Hello, Austin, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Reaching out, he runs his knuckles through the blood on her face, smearing it.
She yanks away from him.
I slap her, knocking her head to the side, the sound bouncing off the walls in her room. I go to do it again, but David grabs my arm and spins me to face him. “We’ve got all night with her, babe.”
“You better fucking kill me,” she sneers.
“I’m gonna kill her first. Then I’ll get around to you,” I say honestly. We walk out, slamming her door behind us.
We make our way down the stairs and to the living room.
Maxwell has my sister sitting in a high back barstool that he must have taken from the kitchen in the middle of the room and her head hangs back, eyes closed. She’s still drugged and will be for a while. I gave her more than her body needed. Possibly too much. She may die from that alone. We’ll just have to wait and see.
“Here you go, babe.” David hands me a knife, and I look at it in my hand. It resembles the one that the fucking sharks used to cut the back of my neck with. A black handle with a black rubber grip. I press the button and the blade pops out. Silver with a black center.