Shay laughs and follows her out of the room.
I turn back in time to see the varying looks of adoration and lust on their faces.
“You two assholes should be happy that she was so turned on by our proximity that she didn’t remember she doesn’t like you,” Owen jests, pointing between Lev and Wes.
They both nod. “That means there's still hope for us yet,” Lev says, longing filling his tone.
Oh, he has it bad.Welcome to the club.
Wes is on board but still apprehensive. Seb is now the lone man on the ‘I won’t fall for her island.’
“Your whore won’t be around for long,” Samantha’s annoying voice chimes as she exits the room, obliterating the moment and reminding me of my earlier frustrations.
Wes’s hand comes down on my shoulder, “Good luck with that,” he mocks.
I flip him off and chant to myself. ‘There are no conjugal visits in prison.’
* * *
“I knowwe haven’t quite gotten along— not in a very long time, but don’t you remember how close we used to be?”
Each time Samantha speaks, I want to rip out her vocal cords. The annoying bitch hasn’t stopped yammering the entire ride. We’re almost at our destination, and we can’t get there soon enough.
“Are you going to just pretend like you don’t hear me? This isn’t in the spirit of the rules, you know, Wy,” she coos, attempting to coax me to engage with her.
Ten more minutes. I can last ten more long, excruciating minutes.
“This would all be different if you’d just give me a chance. I didn’t do it, you know. I swear I didn’t know what would happen. I was ten, for fuck’s sake,” she whimpers.
I ignore the fake ho— she’s a master manipulator.
Seven minutes.
“You should treat me better—you all should. If it weren’t for me, your perfect Ariah would’ve been raped,” Samantha snarls.
That gets my attention. My head turns from the road, assessing her honesty before refocusing on the road. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I demand.
“Of course, that’s what would finally get you to break your silence,” she mumbles, almost resignedly.
“Stop your whining and tell me what the hell you’re talking about,” I grit through clenched teeth. If she knew the amount of patience I’m wielding in order not to choke her, she’d just answer my question.
Five minutes.
I keep staring at the clock on the dashboard. We’re so close.
Two minutes.
When she speaks again, her voice is barely audible. “They were going to rape her, but then I was taken, and they didn’t want her touched, so they took me instead. They said she meant more to you all and that seeing what happened to me and what could happen to her would make you all fall in line,” she’s yelling by the time she finishes.
Fuck.I’m about to do the impossible— offer her comfort, but the bitch keeps speaking as I pull to a stop.
“It should’ve been her! That cow could’ve taken it— she deserves it,” Samantha shrieks as I slam the car into park.
I rip open the door and storm to her side, yanking on the handle. “You’re all fucking idiots!” Her fake tears are dried up, and rage consumes her cold blue eyes, “Following behind some worthless trash troll when you could have me.”
Fire fills my veins as I grip her by her hair, dragging her from the car and across the dirt-covered ground. I didn’t feel any remorse for my plans for the evening, but now I feel utter glee.
Her hands reach up to claw at my hands, trying to break free from my hold, but I tug her by her follicles, making her trip and land on her ass. She turns over, hoping to gain leverage—it’s too late. I’m already at the fence.
