He chuckles. “Well, well, well, I didn’t know he had a daughter.”
“We don’t have time for this,” I growl. She’s useless to me at this point. We could have had some fun with her but not anymore. She’s the daughter of the man who raped Cole’s mother and got her pregnant. He’s wanted to make that bastard pay for years, so he’ll make her pay. Not only because of who her dad is, but because of what she saw. I stand and pull my gun out of the back of my pants. “Let’s just kill her.” She’s already dead anyway. He won’t let her walk away. Not after what she saw.
“Put the gun away,” he orders.
He can’t be serious. “But …”
“Now.”
I tuck it back into my pants, biting back a growl. “Let’s take her with us. I don’t trust her not to call the police afterward.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she snaps.
“You’ll do whatever the fuck we say,” I reply flatly.
“She won’t call them,” he tells me as if he knows what this bitch will and won’t do. “Will you?”
She clamps her mouth shut.
I snort. “You don’t fucking know that.”
“No one will believe her,” he says. “She’s covered in his blood. It’s underneath her fingernails from where she scratched my chest. It’s on her clothes. In her hair. As far as they’re concerned, she will be an accessory to murder.”
“You fucking bastard—”
“What did you guys do with the body?” he interrupts her, asking me.
“Kellan got a call and had to leave; he rode with Bennett, so they all left. I told them we would take care of it.”
“Perfect. Call my phone with hers.”
I all but roll my eyes. What is he up to? “What? Cole, we don’t have time …”
“Call my phone with hers, Deke,” he snaps.
I let out a huff but look down at her phone and see it’s still unlocked. I type in his number, and seconds later, it starts ringing in his pocket, but he doesn’t answer it.
I don’t expect him to explain himself.
He stands up, and she takes the opportunity to try to scramble away, but he grips her hoodie and yanks her to her feet. Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, he starts shoving her forward up the hill. She twists in his grip, and his hand slips, allowing her to get a few steps ahead of him.
What the fuck is he doing?
He runs after her, fisting her hair to pull her back against his front. Wrapping his free hand around her waist, he says, “We’re not done, sweetheart.”
“Where are we going?” she demands.
He doesn’t answer her, and I don’t say shit ’cause I have no fucking clue what he’s doing. Maybe he plans on burying her with Jeff’s body. Anything is possible when it comes to Cole.
He walks her over to where he knows we had Jeff. And I shine my flashlight on the body. She shows no sign of fear as she stares at the dead man. She saw everything we fucking did. How did she know where we were? How long had she been following us? The Lowes estate is just down at the bottom of the hill, but it’s over a hundred yards away. There’s no way she heard us.
“Hold her,” he demands, shoving her into my arms.
“Let me go, you son of a bitch!” she screams as she bumps into me.
Her small fist makes contact with my face. “Fuck,” I hiss. “She punched me,” I say, irritated with this turn of events. She’s like a fly I want to flatten under my hand.
I grip her hair with one hand, dropping my flashlight, and wrap my now free hand around her neck. I choke her, taking away her air. I’m not gonna go easy on this bitch. I don’t care what Cole plans on doing with her. She tries to fight me, but just like when Cole held her, she has no chance.
