“It doesn’t matter,” I cut him off. “We have to deal with this first.”
I turn to the hallway. Maren is back, arms crossed, face locked down. “Molly’s asleep,” she says. “She doesn't remember anything past dinner. She didn't see what happened. She understands.”
I nod. “Good. Now you go upstairs, the less you know the better.”
“I know the drill,” she hums, and for a second, I see the woman I fell in love with—the woman who could keep a secret, even if it killed her. But it’s brief. She’s not for me. She’s not fucked up enough. My eyes flick back to Jenna.
And my fucking chest tightens. I might do whatever it takes to keep her.
“You're going to drive his car,” I say. “Three miles south off this road toward the farm. Park it by the old water tower on the north side of the road. There’s a steep embankment there. Be careful, because it’s slick. Turner and I will meet you there.”
She looks at Mark, then back at me. “This is fucked up.”
“If you have a better plan?—”
“No.” Jenna rolls her eyes, her sass going straight to my cock, even in the middle of a shitshow like this. “I’ll head that way.”
“Good. We’ll be right behind you.” As she leaves, I turn to Turner, who’s still taking in the entirety of the scene.
“This is a fucking mess.”
I breathe out, and then meet his eyes. “Yes. It is.”
And it’s not about to get any better anytime soon.
Chapter 34
Jenna
By the timewe reach the site, I can’t feel my hands. I never turned the heat on, and honestly, maybe it’s better that way, preparing me for death. Because in all of this…
I might very well end up just like Mark.
I push the thought away, and glance in the rearview. Bradford cuts the lights as he pulls up behind me, and I step out of Mark’s truck, leaving it running.
He parks his truck at the shoulder, then rolls the window down and calls out to me. “As soon as we get him out, get in the truck, andstay there.”
I nod, and then watch as Turner and Bradford pull Mark’s body from the back of the truck. I wrap my arms around myself, and then inch toward the big diesel dually. Everything about what I’m watching is disturbing.
But I don’t feel all that fucked up by it.
These guys were trying to help my brother.That thought registers, as I climb in the truck, the warmth of the heater penetrating my coat and sending a shiver down my spine. I peer through the windshield as the men heave him into the driver’s seat where I just was.
I can’t hear the men talking, but I see Cal pointing, where the embankment takes a steep dive, dropping off into the river below. What a fucking cruel way to go.
My heart skips a beat as together, they position the car. I mean, I knew they were going to kill him, but part of me hadn’t really registered it was going to be this brutal.
How will they even ensure he dies?
My arms tighten around my body to the point it feels like I might squeeze my organs hard enough they fail. Turner tips his head back and laughs, his dog trotting along beside him. This means nothing to him. I can see it in his expression.
And Calvin? His jaw is set, directing and commanding, like the whole thing is just another fucking day at work. And somehow, I find that…hot.
“I’m so fucked up,” I mutter under my breath, the heat finally sinking into my bones. I watch as Turner slams the passenger door, Bradford reaches in, and does something with Mark and the car.
And with an elegance and mechanics I don’t understand, the truck careens forward, picking up excessive speed and then heads right over the ravine. I squeeze my eyes shut, expecting to hear something…
But it’s quiet.
