Trevor laughed and shoved himself deeper. “In goes the alcohol, out comes the truth.”
“I want you to suffer,” Chris muttered, losing control over his mouth. “I want to kill you.”
Trevor pumped harder. “Are you into necrophilia now? Does your sexy wife know?”
“Shut up!”
“Should I tell her how many men you spread your legs for?”
“Shut up shut up shut up shut—”
Trevor slapped him, then thrusted harder. “I’m close.I’m so fucking…” He bit down on Chris’s shoulder, quivering as he filled him with warm wetness.
In the background, Andy clapped.
Trevor chuckled and raised his head, his dark hair stuck to his forehead. “You never disappoint. Now rest.”
Like he’d been waiting for permission, Chris’s head slumped to the side, his consciousness floating away like smoke. He could just barely hear Trevor telling Andy, “Go get the basement ready.”
16
JAY
“What’s up with you?”
Jay blinked and looked at Stu. “Huh?”
“You’ve been holding that drill and staring into space for five minutes. If you’re going crazy on me, do it away from dangerous machinery.”
Jay put the drill down and slumped onto the couch.
“What’s wrong?” Stu asked.
Jay ran a hand through his messy hair. He hadn’t gotten more than an hour’s sleep last night, his brain overwhelmed with worry, fear, and guilt. Oscar had promised that Dima would come over with his busted car this morning, but it was already past noon, and Jay’s patience was wearing thin.
Earlier today, “Chris” had sent another message in their group chat—a photo of a mountain with the message,“Doing a lot of thinking out here. This world is so messed up. I’m not sure if I belong anywhere.”
Jay had wanted to write back to the brothers and let them know that their days were numbered. Luckily, Ethan had called in time and convinced him not torespond.
They had run a Google search on the mountain’s photo and discovered it was called Blue Knob, located in Pennsylvania. The photo had been taken straight from Google Images.
“I didn’t sleep much,” Jay said as Stu waited for an answer.
“Oh yeah? What’s her name?”
“Piss off.”
“Is that European?”
Jay chuckled.
Stu’s phone rang. He answered and spoke with one of their suppliers, his loud voice echoing throughout the garage.
Jay needed a strong and muddy coffee. He didn’t like the thought of facing Dima while being anything less than his best, yet it wasn’t like Dima would be in better shape.
“I’m out of here,” Stu said after finishing the call.
“Huh? Where you going?”
