“What?”
“Get your ass out of the shower. We gotta go.”
I take my time. “Where we going?”
“Austin has called me twenty times …”
“What?” I ask, spinning around, the water causing shampoo to run into my eyes.
“I checked your phone, and she’s called you fifteen. Something’s wrong, man.”
I turn off the water, rip the towel from the wall, and quickly dry off, making my way to the lockers. Shoving guys out of my way. “She sent a text too.”
Austin: Have everyone meet me at the clubhouse. Now!
“Shane! Bennett!” Deke calls out. “Let’s go!”
“Why is her phone going straight to voicemail?” I snap, trying to call her for the twentieth time as Deke flies down the highway.
“We’re almost there,” he says.
He pulls up outside the clubhouse, and I’m out of his SUV before he can even bring it to a stop.
I barge in the door to find her pacing back and forth with her head down. “What the fuck is going on?” I demand. “I’ve been calling you.”
She comes to a stop. “I’ve been calling you too.”
Deke and the rest of the guys enter, and she runs a hand through her hair nervously. I look her over for any blood or bruises. I don’t see anything, but I can tell that she’s shaken.
“What’s wrong, Austin?” I ask.
“I got home from dropping Lilly off at your dad’s, and I heard my father talking in the kitchen.” I frown. “I thought it was odd because he was supposed to be gone. I was just going to ignore him when I heard another voice. And he sounded familiar.” Her eyes shoot to Shane, and he sits down on the couch. “But the other man started talking about emails.”
“Why kind of emails?” Bennett asks.
“He swore he had deleted them. He said that the only way anyone would be able to find them was if someone looked on the hard drive. That they would have to know what they are looking for.”
“Who was this guy?” Bennett asks.
Her eyes meet mine, and she swallows nervously. “It was Jerrold.”
AUSTIN
Shane jumps to his feet. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Positive. He told my dad that his laptop was stolen. And he got pissed. Said that you don’t steal a laptop for nothing.”
“Did he see you?” Cole demands. I shake my head. “Are you sure, Austin?” he snaps.
“Yes. I ran back down the stairs and came straight here.”
“Fuck!” he growls, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Did you check the hard drive?” Deke asks Bennett.
“Yes. But I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.”
“Then you obviously missed something,” Cole snaps.
“I’ll look again, but even now, I still don’t know what I’m looking for exactly.”
“Why the fuck would Jerrold be talking to Bruce in the first place? Let alone about emails?” Deke wonders out loud. No one has an answer for him.
Cole looks at me. “You’re staying here.”
“I can’t …”
“This isn’t up for discussion, Austin!” he shouts.
“Cole—”
“No!” he interrupts me.
I glare at him. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“I know you were going to argue, and that’s enough.”
I place my hands on my hips.
He turns his attention to Bennett. “I want that laptop here tomorrow. And I wanna go through it with you.”
Bennett nods. “Of course.”
“Everyone leave,” he orders.
I turn around and walk up the stairs, making sure to step extra hard to let him know that I’m mad at him. Once I get up to the loft, I rip my shirt up and over my head and push my shorts down my legs. I yank back the covers and crawl into the bed. I hear the door open and close as everyone leaves. Then the lights turn off one by one.
I close my eyes as I hear him coming up the stairs—louder than I was.
He undresses and crawls in next to me. I can barely make out his outline through the light streaming in the small window. He lies on his back, his right hand under his head as he stares up at the ceiling.
I turn over, giving him my back. “Austin …”
“I’m really tired of you bossing me around, Cole,” I growl.
He sighs heavily. Moments later, his hand grasps my shoulder. “You don’t understand what he is capable of. Jerrold is a very dangerous man, and I don’t want him anywhere near you.” He kisses my bare shoulder.
_______________
I walk out of second period and storm over to Deke. “Where is Cole?” I ask.
He just stares at me. I stayed the night with Cole at the clubhouse two nights ago, but last night, I stayed at Becky’s. As far as we know, my father is still in town, and Jerrold could pop over at any time. Last night after practice, Cole had sent me a text saying he was spending his evening with the guys going through the emails. Today, he didn’t show up. And that’s not like him to miss class.
“Deke …” Becky growls in warning.
His jaw tightens. “At the clubhouse.”
I turn to leave, but he grabs my arm, stopping me. “Don’t go.”
I jerk my hand free and storm out of the exit. I squint, the sun actually out today, and run to my car.
I’ve been calling him since last night, and although he doesn’t rush to call me back, he usually at least reads my messages. I’ve sent him ten. Not one has been read. Something is wrong. And Deke not wanting me to go confirms that.
I walk into the clubhouse and come to a stop. The punching bag that hangs from the rafter is on the ground, ripped open. The table knocked over. Papers scatter the floor. The couch up against the far wall. A couple of the chairs are knocked over onto their sides.
I take the stairs two at a time, and stop at the top. Liquor bottles and beer cans litter the floor and bed. He’s lying on it, dressed in the same clothes from yesterday. Passed out on his stomach, he has his hands above his head. The pillows cover the floor along with the sheet and comforter.
“Cole?” I ask, placing my hand on his arm.
He doesn’t budge.
“Cole?” I say a little louder.
He growls.
“Cole!” I snap, shoving his arm.
He rolls over onto his back and opens his eyes. They’re bloodshot and land on mine. I tense. I’ve never seen them look so cold. So void. “Are you okay?” I ask softly.
He blinks a couple of times as if he’s seeing two of me. Then he slowly sits up.
“Leave,” he orders roughly.
“Cole, what’s going on?”
“Leave, Austin,” he snaps.
“No, Cole! What the fuck are you doing here? Drunk of all things?”
He grabs my arm and yanks me down onto the bed. He buries his head into my neck. “Cole …”
I try to shove him off, but his hands grip my wrists and he pins them down effortlessly. I start panting.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He straddles my hips. “You smell so Goddamn good. Did you come to cheer me up?” he whispers.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, ignoring him.
“Did you come for me to break you?” His nose traces my jawline. “Because that’s what I need, Austin. I need to break. Destroy. God, I want to wrap my hand around your delicate throat and squeeze while I fuck you.” His body pins me to the bed, and I feel how hard he is.
I take a calming breath, trying to slow my racing heart.
He kisses up my neck gently to my ear, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. “I wanna see tears run down your gorgeous face with your mouth open in a silent scream. Begging me to stop. Begging me for air. So I’m gonna ask you again. Did you come to cheer me up?”
He pulls back and looks down at me, and I swallow at the look of nothingness in his eyes. I have no clue what happened or why he needs to break me once again,
but I want to give it to him. I hate how much I want to give him what he wants. But I can’t deny that it sounds like exactly what I need too. “Yeah, Cole,” I say softly. “I came to cheer you up. Now, I dare you to do your worst.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
COLE
I SIT UP in bed while Austin lies passed out next to me. It’s a little after eight at night, and she fell asleep hours ago. I used her. I fucking took and took from her like she was a lifeline.
I had reverted to my old self. How I was before I ran into her in that cemetery. Deke was right—she had changed me—but I found my way back to the real Cole.
The heartless bastard who feeds off violence. I choked her. I ripped hair out. I fucking marked her with my hands and my mouth. She cried big, beautiful tears as she stared up at me while my hand was wrapped around her throat. And her body shook from the orgasms I gave her. She never broke like I wanted her to. She didn’t beg when I held her wrists above her head. Or when I flipped her over and buried her face into the bed. At one point, I had her bent over the railing with my hand fisting her hair. She let me use her however I wanted.
And I fucking loved that she was so strong. That she can take my demons.
I get out of bed and pull on my jeans before walking into the bathroom. I splash cold water on my face. Looking up at myself in the mirror, I watch as the water runs down my face and splashes on the countertop. Gripping the edge, I bow my head. I have a fucking migraine, but I know that’s from the alcohol I’ve consumed over the past twenty-four hours.
I hear the door open to the clubhouse downstairs, and I grind my teeth. I’m in no mood to put up with bullshit. All I want to do is crawl back into bed with Austin and wake her up with my hand around her throat again.
“No, Deke.” I hear Becky’s voice.
I walk out of the bathroom and go to the stairs.
Becky stands downstairs, her hands out wide. “What the hell happened?” she demands.
He says nothing even though he knows. He was here along with the rest of the guys to witness my destruction last night.
I start to walk down to them. “Why are you here?” I demand.
Becky spins around to face me, and her eyes narrow on me as I come to the bottom step.
Deke sighs. “Sorry, man. She wanted …”
“I’ve been calling Austin. Where the hell is she?”
I say nothing. Her eyes take in my lack of shirt and look over the scratches that Austin gave me. She broke skin when she clawed at my chest while I choked her. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.
“If you hurt her—”
“She’s asleep,” I say, interrupting her.
She runs over to the stairs and shoves me out of the way before she charges up to the loft.
“I’m sorry, Cole,” Deke says softly. “She was worried that …” He trails off.
“That what?” I snap.
He swallows and looks around the mess that I have made of the clubhouse. “That you killed her.”
I snort. Why would I kill her? She’s exactly what I’ve needed all along—something to use.
“You need to tell her,” he says.
I shake my head. “The less she knows, the better.”
“You’re wrong, man. She needs to know what is going on.”
“No.”
“This involves her,” he snaps. “Do you want her to get hurt?”
“I’m her biggest threat.” We both know that’s a lie. Jerrold could be looking for her right now, but I don’t want to admit that. That would mean I’m the one who put her in harm’s way by bringing her into this fucking mess.
He laughs darkly. “Are we back to that now?” My eyes narrow on him. “Jesus, Cole. You’re not the same guy who found her in the cemetery.”
“Yes, I am.” I never went away. She just smothered him. She just made me think I was a better person. I was wrong.
He steps into me. “Her life is in jeopardy. If you don’t step up and do something, then I will.”
“What does that mean?” I snap.
“It means that her life is no longer in your hands,” he growls. “I promised the woman I love twenty minutes ago while she was crying in my arms because her best friend wouldn’t answer her phone that I would do whatever I needed to make sure Austin is okay.”
“That wasn’t your call to make,” I snap.
“I’m making it my call because you refuse to tell the poor girl the fucking truth.”
“What happened to her being whatever I tell you she is?” I demand.
“Things have changed,” he says softly.
“No. You have changed,” I growl, and he fists his hands down by his sides. “Becky has made you fucking soft.”
“Cole?”
I spin around to see Austin standing at the bottom of the stairs. Her hair a knotted mess around her face. Her green eyes heavy, she has mascara lines down her cheeks from when she cried while I fucked her. She wears one of my t-shirts that falls off her shoulder and that’s it. Thankfully, it’s long enough to cover her pussy. She has bruises around her neck and on her arms. And teeth marks on her inner thighs. There’s more, but the shirt hides them.
“Jesus,” Deke mutters, looking over her.
“What’s going on?” she asks, ignoring him.
“Nothing,” I answer.
“Cole,” Deke growls my name in warning.
“Shut up, Deke,” I snap.
“Cole, tell me what is going on,” Austin demands.
“It doesn’t concern you.”
“Stop lying, Cole,” Deke says.
“No …”
“What is going on?” Austin shouts.
The room falls silent, and I rub my temples. That migraine getting to the point my vision is blurry.
“We went through the emails,” Deke finally says. “The ones on the hard drive.”
My teeth clench, and I fist my hands. I could punch him, but that would take too much energy. And I already feel too weak from the drinking binge and rough sex. If I hit him, he’d hit me back, and he’d probably knock my ass out.
“And?” she asks.
“And we found emails that indicated the car wreck was not an accident.”
“What do you mean?”
“The emails proved that Jeff was paid to tamper with the brake lines that night …” He stops, and I fall onto the couch.
Placing my elbows on my knees, I lean forward and cup my head. My heart races at hearing his words.
“I don’t understand,” she says softly.
“They prove that he had been talking to your dad. They had a set amount and a plan.” He pauses, and I close my eyes. “Bennett checked the funds and confirmed that your father paid Jeff fifteen thousand dollars to ensure that the brakes would fail on Cole’s car the night Eli, Maddox, and Landen died.”
My muscles tense at his words, and my chest tightens. Bruce fucking tried to kill me, and he succeeded in killing my friends. He paid the scumbag Jeff to do it. When I was about to kill that fucker, he kept bringing up the fact that I killed my friends, but it had been him all along.
“I don’t …” She trails off. “Why would my dad want to hurt Cole?”
I look up at her but remain silent. She stands there next to Becky who silently cries because Deke has already filled her in. Austin has no fucking clue, and I wish he would just shut up. I don’t want her to know. Not this. Not now.
“We don’t know for sure, but we have a guess.” Deke sighs.
“Which is?” she asks.
“Lilly,” Deke answers.
Her frowns deepens, and my heart pounds at the mention of my little sister.
She looks at me. “Why would he want to hurt you because of Lilly?”
Deke runs a hand through his hair and answers. “Because Lilly is Bruce’s daughter.”
AUSTIN
I stare at Deke utterly confused. Lilly is Bruce’s daughter? My father is Lilly’s father? My eyes go to Cole. He sits there on the cou
ch, blue eyes still bloodshot, skin pale. He looks like he’s half dead.
I swallow the knot that forms in my throat. “Your mom and my dad had an affair?” Lilly is six. My dad and Celeste have been married for ten years now.
He fists his hands and his jaw sharpens. “No.”
“Then how do you explain …?”
“Bruce fucking raped her,” he interrupts me.
“What?” I breathe.
Becky sniffs beside me, but I can’t look away from Cole. His eyes look at me with disgust. My father, being the bastard that he is, fucking raped his mother? She had a baby. A baby his dad didn’t want. And Cole takes care of her. He’s raising her.
Tears start to burn my eyes.
“Austin?” Deke gets my attention.
His blue eyes are the softest I’ve ever seen them. It makes me more nervous than I’ve ever been around Deke because he actually looks worried about something. “We now know that Bruce, Jeff, and Jerrold were working together. You need to get out of that house. It’s not safe there.”
“I have nowhere to go—”
“You’ll stay with me,” Becky interrupts me.
“I’m not eighteen yet. I can’t just leave. They’ll know something is up …”
“You don’t have an option,” Deke growls. “We can’t chance Jerrold coming over and seeing you there. If he does, it will only take him seconds to put two and two together, and then once he tells Bruce …”
His voice trails off, and I understand completely. My father would kill me if he found out that I know he paid another man to try to kill Cole.
Becky reaches out and rubs my back gently. I avoid looking at Cole due to the shame. This whole time, he knew that Lilly was my half-sister, and he never once told me. But why would he? Why tell the girl who he only wanted to use?
“I’ll get my stuff,” I say and spin around, running up the stairs.
Tears run down my face as I change into my clothes from earlier and shove my shit back in my backpack. I cry for what happened to Cole’s mom. For my half-sister’s mom. Did my father have something to do with her death? The thought makes me sick to my stomach.
I pick up my bag, throwing it over my shoulder, and turn around. I come to a stop when I see Cole standing at the top of the stairs with his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans. His face has that usual mask. God forbid the man show any emotion.
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