"Hurry up!"
I see Bay shaking so hard he can barely keep his balance while they cuff him, then shove him into the van.
His wings fall to the ground, right next to my necromancer’s crown.
One of the cousins jumps into the driver’s seat and the van jerks forward immediately, tossing us around, but Matt never loosens his grip on the knife at my throat.
"Well, look at that, Pretty Face. We meet again. Nice makeup."
And of course the last pretense drops. The Hansons aren’t even pretending anymore. Matt and Kit pull off their masks.
"Hello there. How long has it been, huh? A year? A whole damn year I spent in jail because of you?"
"Because of us?" Bay growls. "Seriously? You think it’s our fault you attacked us?"
"You’re funny. You shouldn’t have stuck your nose into our family business."
"And how exactly did I stick my nose in? Your idiot relatives stole Alex’s inhaler, and all I did was stop them. That’s it. What a crime," Bay throws back, furious.
"You clearly don’t understand how things work. You’re not the cop here, you don’t make the rules, this is our family’s territory and we have the last word, so you either learn to follow our rules or you’re done for."
"Do you really think you’re getting away with kidnapping us from a school parking lot? There are cameras everywhere."
Doug turns around, holding up a piece of cable with a connector at the end.
"You mean those cameras? The ones that don’t work? No one saw anything, no one knows anything. You two walked out of the school and vanished."
I notice one of his teeth has been replaced with gold.
"What do you want, seriously? If you want to beat my ass then go ahead, but let Alex go," Bay says.
"Not so fast. We’ve got better plans for Alex. He turned into a pretty omega, especially after he got rid of that braces nightmare."
Even with his zombie makeup Bay’s face drains of all color.
"You sons of bitches…" he begins, but Matt hits him across the face.
"Show some manners!"
Kit adds, "With that you surely won’t make us change our plan to take a little test drive with Alex’s tight little hole."
"No!!!"
That scream tears out of Bay, desperate and wild, like some wounded animal.
"No, no!" he shouts, thrashing, trying to break free, but Matt grabs him by the handcuffs and yanks his arms up, twisting his elbows.
Doug kicks him hard in the chest, knocking the breath out of Bay’s lungs.
I scream too, but no one hears me, and my lungs are tightening again, so I mash the inhaler to my mouth because I’m terrified I’ll pass out. I still can’t believe this, I can’t believe how this night turned from perfect to pure hell.
"Not that. Please, anything but that. I’ll do anything, anything, just don’t do that to him," Bay begs as tears run down his face, and that sight breaks me in ways I didn’t think were possible.
His lips tremble, he stares straight at Matt.
"Please, please, please."
Matt snorts. "There’s nothing you can do to change my mind, Pretty Face. The plan worked perfectly, even better than we expected, because now we get to let you watch while we have our fun with him."
