I hear him digging into our black bag, and he pulls out the knife. “Pin her to the ground. Face down.”
I smile and shove her to her knees with my hand in her hair. She grunts and cusses me as I force her to her stomach with my knee in her lower back.
Cole grabs his flashlight and shines it down on her. I straddle her ass, her hands pinned in mine against her back.
He kneels beside us and yanks her sleeve up. “What are you doing?” she asks in a rush.
“Insurance,” he replies and then drags the blade against her forearm.
She cries out in the cemetery as the skin gives and blood starts to pour from the wound. He then takes the knife and stabs Jeff in the chest. “Now your DNA is in him with the murder weapon.”
I chuckle. This bastard …
“You go to the cops. They dig him up and investigate his murder, and you go down with us.”
“Fucking …”
“And you called me. More proof that we were communicating the night of the murder. Around the time of death.”
Her body lies stiff under mine, and her breathing is labored.
“Return her phone and let her go so we can bury this body,” he tells me.
I release her, and then I stand up, hovering over her. She crawls away from me, and I toss her phone to the wet ground. She stands up on shaky legs, holding her arm where he cut it. We both shine our lights on her.
“Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind,” he growls.
She turns and runs.
“We should have killed her,” I say, not really knowing what the fuck he’s doing with her. She could still talk.
“That wasn’t part of the plan,” he argues.
I fist my hands. “I don’t fucking care about the plan. What I care about is not going to prison. We should, at the very least, have taken her with us.” Even I knew that wasn’t a possibility, but what other choice did we have other than killing her? Bruce Lowes is a fucking evil bastard. How do we know his daughter isn’t just like him?
“Did you want to take her home?” He arches a brow. “Keep her as a pet?” Then he shakes his head. “She won’t say anything.”
“She will …”
“She won’t. She’s Bruce Lowes’ daughter. We kill her, and they start looking for a missing girl. Then that brings questions.”
“They’d never find her body, and you know it,” I add. It may be the first time we’ve ever committed murder, but we know what we’re doing. Our fathers have trained us for times like this. We were raised to be fucking sharks. Just like them.
“I wasn’t worried about them finding her body.”
“Then why not let me shoot her?” I growl, confused by what the hell he is doing. “Two birds with one stone.”
“Not yet,” he responds.
I run a hand through my hair, finally understanding his intentions. “You want to fuck with her.” I chuckle. He wants a toy. “This will be fun.”
He smiles.
Oh, Austin Lowes, he’s gonna make you wish he would have just killed you.
That night was the beginning of her torment and our fun. One thing after another, he put her through hell. Who knew she would survive it? Or that Cole would fall in love with her? I sure as hell didn’t see that coming, but even I can’t deny that they were made for one another.
“Ah, come on, baby.” She glares at me. She hates it when I call her baby, but I don’t care. “You had fun. It’s okay to admit it.”
