I grind my teeth. “She hasn’t consented to anything.”Yet, but she will.
Reaching for the ashtray, he grinds his cigarette into the glass, stubbing it out. “And when she does, I’ll let her know the option is there if she wants it.”
Brennan and Xavier have an open relationship and are always on the prowl for a third. They crave pussy too much to give it up, but they both like dick too.
Bren and I may share, but I have a feeling it will be a challenge this time. The jealousy is already festering, rotting me more than him.
She appears from the hallway, my adrenaline spiking as she returns to her seat. Sliding back onto her stool, the knot on her head looks a little different, as if she fixed it up in the bathroom.
When Taryn notices the drink in front of her, Xavier gives me a single nod, letting me know we are good to go. She must catch his gesture because she peers over her shoulder, examining everyone around the dance floor. Her eyes roam back and forth to look for who Xavier nodded to, but it’s too dark. She doesn’t see us, even though my focus and Bren’s is locked on her.
With our hoods up and black attire, we blend into the background on the other side of the room from Taryn and the bar. There is something almost predatory about how we observe each movement she makes. But our sweet, innocent, soon-to-be roommate is oblivious to us. My blood crackles with energy, fueling my impatience.
With all the individuals on the dance floor, I only catch glimpses of her between sweaty bodies grinding. The neon strobe lights flash in the darkness, but the bar is well-lit enough to illuminate her side profile.
She turns back around. Lifting her drink, she takes a sip, tipping the glass toward Xavier in thanks as they exchange more words. It looks like she loves the margarita by the way she keeps diving in for more.
Taryn doesn’t know that sweet and pretty things can be disguised to hide their deadly nature. After this, I may need to teach her a lesson about leaving her drink alone with strangers around.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Taryn.
She stirs the mixture with her straw, causing my heart to pound savagely in my chest with anticipation. The muscles in her back and shoulders start to relax a little more.
Anytime now.
The light from Brennan’s phone screen illuminates his face as he pulls up his messages. “I’m letting Colt know we’ll be home in less than an hour so we can get her through the house without all the questions.”
Bringing Taryn home will be like walking through the door with a new pet everyone has been awaiting. But in our case, we’ve been waiting for years.
Preparing.
Planning.
I narrow my eyes on my brother. “Which is why we waited until tonight, dumbass. Everyone should be in bed so we can slip her in quickly and quietly.” The main reason we needed the Rohypnol.
I’ve always been entirely against the idea of drugging someone, but there’s a first time for everything. She would’ve undoubtedly put up a fight if we had gone with one of the other methods we contemplated. I probably would’ve found a little too much pleasure in that, anyway.
The minutes excruciatingly drag on. A flash of movement by the bar has my eyes darting from Bren to Taryn. She pushes herself off the stool, her gaze steady on the doorway leading to the stairwell. She hurriedly walks toward it as the drug starts to pull her under, causing her body to sway from side to side. She pushes through the door and disappears, but not for long.
My pulse batters, and I clap a hand on Bren’s shoulder. “It’s finally go time, brother.”
He snatches his black gloves from the table, and I remove mine from my sweatshirt pocket. We slip them on as we hustle across the room, dodging sweaty people scattered about.
I give Xavier a nod in appreciation before we exit the bar. When we push through the doors that lead up to the main level, it’s only us and our girl alone in the stairwell. She is one step up, hunched over. One firm hand grips the railing in a death grip with white knuckles, and the other is pressed against her forehead.
With one glance, Bren and I share a conversation with unspoken words. He gives me the signal, and we advance toward her.
Her frame can no longer support her weight. She sinks leisurely toward the floor like an anchor, losing a battle with the ocean’s depths—plunging into the deepest trench until nothing but darkness shrouds her.
A groan slips past her soft pink lips when Brennan splays his hand across her lower back to keep her from collapsing and wraps his fingers around her upper arm.
Tugging her upward, he pulls the side of her body flush against his frame, but Taryn’s head falls backward. Her flushed and heated cheeks are wet with tears. Those beautiful eyes struggle to find mine, but they pierce into my soul with the intensity of a goddamn pneumatic drill that can obliterate concrete into thousands of tiny pieces. God, they are breathtaking.
Nice to see you again, beautiful.
But I don’t think the recognition crosses her.
I press my chest against her back, snaking one of my arms around her waist to keep her steady. She moves, her ass brushing against the front of my jeans. Fuck, if she’s already making my cock swell like this, it won’t be long before the nearly microscopic sliver of self-control I have left vanishes.
