“I have to take care of something. You two search for Broden and let me know if you find anything.” I say, putting my mask over my head. “Where’s Alli and Banks?”
“Assuming they went off to finish what we started. You know that man can’t help himself. Always fucking watching,” Sage quips but Evrin doesn’t find the humor, instead turning back to me.
“What do you want us to do with him when we find him?” He asks, throwing the bag over his shoulder.
“Get the names out of him and then let him go,” I say as I start to walk past the guys.
“That’s it?” Sage looks between Ev and I in confusion and I turn to face him once more.
“The stab wound in his leg is likely infected. He won’t last the night. And there’s really no one here to help himwith that.”
The boys nod their heads in understanding before breaking off. I don’t waste a second stalking up to the side of the house. I try my best to keep my footsteps quiet, not wanting to alert anyone of my presence. I don’t know who I saw, but I know I saw someone walking toward the back of the house.
I keep my eyes open, hand on my pistol, and my breathing calculated. Once I reach the back of the house, I wait.
I busy myself, pulling out my phone to the video feed. I click into the camera in Olivia’s room. She looks groggy as she stretches on the edge of her bed. Likely just waking from a nap. I wonder if maybe she needed the rest from the exhaustion of our little chase out in the woods or if she was tired. And that’s when I realize that my little reckless is wearing nothing but my hoodie.
Fuck. She drives me wild. I have to put my phone away in order to calm my dick. She does this to me, makes it so fucking hard to see straight. Makes it impossible to focus on anything else.
I push myself up against the old-wooded cabin before slightly turning my head over the corner when I hear footsteps starting to come near and I know now is my time. I lower my mask over my face and silently count to three before I pounce.
I reach out and grab the fucker by the collar of their shirt, throwing them up against the siding of the house while simultaneously pulling out my gun.
I tilt my head, recognizing the familiar face. My arm is pressing against his neck and I push the tip of my pistol into his ribs.
“What the fuck are you doing out here,Jensen?”
Jensen tenses up, falling still as I hold him in place, leaving only a few inches between our faces. I see the bruise I'd left him not more than a few hours ago caress the side of jaw and I feel a desire to break it this time.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he responds as his eyes look into the glow of my mask.
I switch off the safety of the gun before pushing it into him harder. He hisses as I move my arm up to the bottom of his throat, pressing against his trachea.
“I asked you a fucking question.” I don't like being challenged. I don't like not being obeyed, and after what the fucking dick said earlier, he should be sporting more than a sizeable purple bruise for his actions. I should have made him bleed.
“I- I’m following someone,” he chokes out.
“You’re gonna have to try to be a bit more convincing, pal. I only sawyousneaking around back here.”
I notice him struggling to breathe and I realize that if I want any answers from him, I might need to ease up on his windpipe. I decide to move the point of my gun up to the side of his neck and remove my arm, lifting my mask over my head.
“Fuck, dude. Is that really necessary?” I smirk at him as I pull back the gun to cock it, and then place it firmly against the pulse in his neck.
“You really are psychotic,” he says before steeling himself. “I was following Olivia’s friend, Alli.”
“Alli?” I ask dubiously. “I find that really hard to believe.”
“Yeah, I saw her get up and leave from the whole truth or dare thing. I just wanted to make sure she wasokay after you made her humiliate herself in front of everyone.”
I scoff. “Like you didn’t get fucking hard watching herhumiliation.”
“That’s not the fucking point.” He rolls his eyes. “I followed her out here to the house and I saw her go inside. I went in after her but she disappeared.”
I push the gun further into his skin. “Disappeared? You expect me to believe that you followed her all the way out here and then you just lost her inside the house?”
“You don’t have to believe me but that’s the truth. Now will you let me the fuck go?”
I tend to have an affinity for liars, but only because they’re easy to sniff out and in situations like this, it makes things go a lot smoother. Otherwise, I fucking hate them. But I can easily place a liar, noticing the frightened twitch of their lips or the apprehensive movement of their eyes. Even the impatient pulse of their heart, which I can practically feel Jensen’s vibrating through the gun as I keep it pressed firmly to his neck. And while I can tell that there is something off about this asshole and his conclusion, I can’t say for sure that he’s lying which only infuriates me more.
