Shane lifts his chin. “What are we gonna do about it?”
“Whatever we need to,” I answer.
“It doesn’t make sense, though. Why is Demi’s name on there?” Bennett sighs.
“She knows. Maybe she set this up, and that’s why her name is on it,” Shane offers.
Cole shakes his head. “That would be too obvious. She would be the first person we suspected.”
“Does she know you’re Evan Scott?” Bennett asks me.
I try to think back to what all I said to Becky when I stood in her bedroom three months ago.
I take the stairs two at a time and knock on her bedroom door. “I said not right now, Demi …” She yanks the door open but stops when she sees it’s me.
“Hey,” I say gently.
She has her blond hair up in a high ponytail and is wearing my Hollywood Undead T-shirt from the concert I went to last summer with the guys, a pair of skinny jeans, and pink high heels. My cock instantly hardens. She knows what it does to me when she wears my clothes.
“What do you want, Deke?” she demands before looking out in the hallway to see if we are alone. Her arms cross over her chest, and those big blue eyes narrow on me—just like her sister. Both Holt women seem to hate me today. This house is like a motherfucking ice castle—cold. “Or should I call you Evan Scott?”
My jaw tightens at her sarcasm. “You know my name is Deke.”
“I’m not sure what I know anymore.” She shrugs.
“Becky …”
A noise to my left has us both turning to look, and we see Demi coming up the stairs carrying a bottle of water. She looks at her sister and then at me before she walks right past us with her nose up in the air.
Becky grabs my arm and yanks me into her room, then slams the door shut behind us. I take that as an invitation and step into her. She stiffens. Placing my hands on her hips, I pull her to me. My hard cock straining against my jeans.
“Deke,” she warns, feeling it.
I lower my head to her neck and inhale. Her scent of strawberries hits my nose, and I bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I love it when my clothes smell like her. My bed. My car. I love knowing she was there. With me. All mine.
“Well, let me remind you it’s me, baby.” My voice is rough, and my cock throbs. I wish we were alone. I’ve fucked her in this room so many times before, but since I know Demi is next door, I won’t.
“No.” She shoves me away, and I go willingly. I honestly didn’t come here to get between her legs. Or her mouth. Although that would be a bonus. “Who the fuck is Evan Scott?”
I run a hand through my hair. “I had to create a fake profile for a dare.”
“I don’t know.” I answer his previous question. “She could have, but I can’t say for sure.” I don’t know how long Demi had been standing on the stairs when Becky called me Evan Scott. But she could have heard Becky ask me about him once she and I were in her room.
“We take her out,” Shane announces.
I throw my head back and laugh at that ludicrous idea. I wanted to threaten Demi, but take her out? Not happening. Make her life a living hell if she’s behind this? Absolutely.
“We’re not doing that.” Cole shakes his head.
“I didn’t get this far to let some little bitch get us thrown in jail. Who the hell knows what kind of information she has?” Shane fists his hands.
“We can’t kill her.” Cole growls. “We’re not in Collins, you fucking idiot. She has a sister. Parents. She’s a senior in high school. Not some old guy with no one who would look for her.”
“You did whatever the fuck you wanted to do with Austin,” Shane snaps.
Cole’s eyes narrow on him. “Yes, but she had no one. This situation is not the same. And we’re not in a place that we know well enough to start killing people and hiding bodies.”
I hang my head and run my hand through my hair. “How about we just ask her what she knows?’
“Do you think she’ll be truthful?” Bennett asks me. “Like if she knew her life was in danger?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know.”
“This is bullshit,” Shane snaps.
“Watch it, Shane,” Cole warns. “You’re starting to sound like Kellan. And we all know how that worked out for him.”
Shane ignores his threat and looks at Bennett. “Speaking of Kellan, how do we know you really killed him?”
“Excuse me?” Bennett quirks a brow at the accusation.
“I killed him,” Cole corrects Shane.
“But how do we know he stayed dead?” Shane argues, pointing at Bennett. “This fucker could have …”