“So what do we do?” I asked, moving closer so I could stare into the stew pot. “Do we tell the Kings what I heard?”
Lips pursed, Damon made a face. “We could. Would they even believe us? They might think we’re setting them up for something.”
Considering everything that had been going on between Dom and me lately, he had a point. Why would the Kings believe anything we said?
“Maybe an anonymous tip,” I suggested. “Fuck I don’t know.”
Turning back to the stove, Damon began to stir the stew again. “Grab some bowls, would you?”
I took two clean bowls out of the dishwasher that we had yet to unload. Even as my stomach grumbled from the savory smells permeating the air, I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation I’d heard.
Did I tell Dom? Would he think I was lying? Would an anonymous tip even be taken seriously? I wasn’t sure how to handle this.
While Damon and I ate, I pondered our options. We didn’t seem to have many. Occasionally, I glanced at my phone. Finally, I gave in to the urge and started a text to Dom. Before sending it, I deleted everything.
Shit. I wasn’t sure what to do.
After supper, Damon went to his room to work on some class assignments before bed. I paced around the living room, going back and forth on whether or not I should text Dom about this.
I was supposed to kill him after all. He promised to kill me. Did I owe him anything? Maybe the Kings would get exactly what they deserved. Worst case scenario, Damon and I could vacate town if things got too bad.
Perhaps the best plan was to sit back and do nothing. To let it all play out and stay out of it. What good would drawing attention to ourselves do? We’d already watched two of our best friends die. I had no interest in joining them.
When it really came down to it, I had to look out for myself first and foremost. The Kings were on their own.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DOM
Maybe getting out of town for a few hours would help clear my head. Ever since I found myself in the church alone with Noah, I’d been haunted by what happened that night. Not because I had any hangups about being with a man. Because it was him.
Even though it had only been a few days ago, it felt like just yesterday, and somehow also felt far too long ago. What was it about that asshole that got to me this way? Why couldn’t I cut him out of me?
Rebel needed two of us to head to Elmwood to drop off a kidney. An organ we’d obtained through a recent connection to a local doctor willing to occasionally bend the rules. For the right price. In the past we’d harvested plenty of organs ourselves with the help of a medical student we knew.
We recently decided it was time to move away from that. To find another way to obtain human organs without having to do the dirty work ourselves. Which was one of the reasons we had been trying to create a partnership with Morgan Teller, who we still had yet to track down. The information Noah had given us hadn’t done much to help.
Tonight Casper and I were making the trip to Elmwood. A small city about an hour away. We were supposed to meet thebuyer in the parking lot of an outdoor waterpark that had been closed down for the season.
“How’s everything been going?” I momentarily took my eyes off the road to glance over at Casper. He’d gone through some serious personal shit lately. I worried about him.
“Getting better every day,” he signed. “You don’t have to worry about me, Dom. I’m not going to do anything crazy.”
“I know. Just checking in.” I still thought about the night I found him overdosed on painkillers. I didn’t think I’d ever been so scared in my life. Knowing that he was doing better brought me a sense of relief.
A few minutes later he tapped my arm, waiting for me to look over before signing. “What about you? Everything good? You know I’m a good listener if you want to talk about anything. Or anyone.”
He followed that up with a pointed look and a grin. I hated how evident Noah and I were in our hateful attraction to one another. Did we have to be so damn obvious?
I stared out the windshield as I drove. The highway was quiet. Very few other vehicles on the road with us. We passed the occasional farmhouse along with plenty of countryside.
For a long time, I didn’t say anything. Then the words began to spill out.
“Noah sucked me off the night of the party. After everyone left.” In my peripheral view I saw Casper glance over at me in surprise, his head of blue streaked black hair swiveling in my direction. I kept staring straight ahead. “He jerked me off a few days before that. While I held a gun to his head. I don’t know why I let it happen. I’m supposed to kill him. Hell, I want to kill him. When I’m around him, it’s like everything changes. I fucking hate him, but I fucking want him. Am I losing it?”
Getting this off my chest felt good. I knew I could trust Casper not to tell anyone. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Maybe I never would be.
Afraid of what I might see on his face, I risked a glance over in his direction. There was no judgment in Casper’s green eyes. I saw only sympathy and understanding.
