Thanks, Mother, for that bit of info.
Then today, they appeared. We weren’t going to waste any time since we didn’t know how long they were staying. So we followed them to Blanche’s house and then the mall. We knew they’d have to go back to get Lilly, so we waited. They didn’t disappoint me.
“Turn her phone off and tie her up,” I add. I’m not going to drug her. Not yet. I’ve got some payback to give her and Cole. She betrayed me by walking away from me, and he fucking rammed my face into a mirror before cutting me. She’ll pay.
Blood for blood.
He’ll never want her after I’m done with her. That is if I decide to let her live.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
DEKE
I SIT WITH the guys at the clubhouse. Cole is next to me on the couch. Bennett stands to our right, typing away on his phone. “Can you stop that?” I snap.
“What?” he asks.
“Sexting. My sister.” I grip the beer bottle and take a swig. It’s all I think about. And it’s fucking disgusting. I know he loves her, but that doesn’t mean I’m a hundred percent okay with it just yet. It’s going to take time.
He sighs. “I told you it’s not like that.”
“So you guys haven’t fucked?” I quirk a brow, knowing damn well that they have.
He shoves a hand through his hair. “Of course, we have …”
“That’s what I thought.”
“But I love her,” he admits.
I snort, but don’t say anything because I believe the bastard.
“Where the fuck is Shane?” Cole growls, changing the subject.
I don’t want to be here any more than he does, but we have shit to go over. Secrets just keep coming out like fucking vomit. One of my best friends is fucking my sister. Our other friend was keeping secrets about my ex. Like what else do we not know? At this point, I’m not sure what could surprise me.
Cole’s phone rings, and he shifts on the couch to dig it out of his pocket to answer it. “Hello? When?” He stands after a second. “Okay. I’ll call her.” He hangs up.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“That was Blanche. She said Austin was supposed to pick up Lilly thirty minutes ago but never showed. She’s tried calling her, but she won’t answer.”
I sit back on the couch and take a drink of my beer. “It was snowing earlier. Maybe they got caught in it, and it slowed her down.” Come to think of it, Demi had messaged me a little bit ago about dinner, but she hasn’t read my response.
He places the phone to his ear and then pulls it away immediately. “Straight to voicemail.”
I frown and sit up straighter. He tries again. And again. The worry and anger quickly taking over his features. “I’ll try Demi’s.”
I pull up her name on my phone and push call. It rings five times before going to voicemail. I look up at him and just shake my head as I dial it again. “Nothing,” I say when it does the same.
“It’s not like Austin to have her phone off.” He growls.
“Maybe it died,” Bennett suggests.
Just then, the door flies open, and Shane walks in.
“You’re driving,” Cole orders, not wasting a second.
“Where to?” he asks, spinning around to watch Cole storm out of the clubhouse. “What’s going on?” He turns to ask me.
“The girls aren’t answering their phones,” I answer.
“They’re probably busy.”
“And they never showed up to pick up Lilly,” I add.
Cole and I jump into the back of Shane’s car while he gets in the driver seat, and Bennett falls into the passenger seat. “Where are we going?” Shane asks
“Give me a second.” Cole snaps, his fingers typing quickly on his phone. “I’ve got a tracker on her car. I’m looking it up now.”
“Dear Lord, dude. Paranoid?” Shane chuckles.
I expect Cole to have a snarky comeback or punch him in the back of the head, but he does neither.
“I’m sure they’re fine …”
“What the fuck?” Cole barks, interrupting Shane.
“What?” I ask, starting to worry myself.
He drops his phone in his lap and looks over at me. “They’re at Austin’s dad’s house.”
BECKY
I pull in the circle drive of the Lowes estate. The house looks the same as it always has. From the outside, it looks like the million-dollar mansion her father had built for his young wife ten years ago. It’s over the top, but what house in Collins isn’t? The bigger, the better is their way of life. Three stories, twelve fireplaces, and a six-car garage are more than any family needs. But I understand it. I don’t want to live in a shack when I get older.
The last time I was here was back in May. The day that shit went very sideways.
“Get out,” I say to Kellan as I come to a stop in front of the Lowes estate.