“Alright. Keep me posted,” I tell him, and he fist-bumps me, then leaves my room.
Taking out my phone, I see if Rowyn texted back, but she didn’t, so I scroll to my thread with Grayson. I really don’t want to speak to Kade right now.
Me:
We’ve got a problem!
twenty-three
Kade Langley
Killer
Elliot really knows how to get under my fucking skin. He knows just where to burrow himself. Fucking prick. The video I recorded was for my eyes only. I never thought in a million years that I would forget my fucking phone in class or for Lucy to take it, let alone go through it. Who the fuck does that? Grayson went easy on her. Making her walk back to school naked is child's play, but I guess because he coerced Rowyn into doing it, he figured baby steps. If I had a say in it—it would’ve gone differently, but why did Elliot have to bring up Zoe yet again? Why?
Instead of going back to my room, I went to the rink and put on my gear. Doing laps on the ice should take me out of this shitty mood, but his words keep replaying in my mind. Her name keepsfestering, and I’m thrusted into the memory I keep buried all over again.
“I gotta make a drop at Lockridge,” Elliot states, and Zoe groans.
“I just want to go back to the fucking house. I didn’t want to leave in the first place,” she whines, but Elliot cups her face, spewing nonsense and promises of earth shattering orgasms if she would stop with the whining and just take the ride with us. I hook my arm around her waist, pulling her away from Elliot.
“It will be fun. It’s a college party,” I whisper, licking the shell of her ear. She wiggles in my hold, but I tighten my arms. “I promise. We won’t stay long. Eli will do his thing. We’ll have a beer, smoke, then we can leave,” I say, and she huffs.
“Fine, but I want all the snuggles when we get back to the house. I told my foster mom I was staying at Candace’s house,” she says as I kiss her cheek.
“Anything Zozo wants she gets,” I say, making her giggle. I let her go, and we all hop into Grayson’s SUV and head to Lockridge U.
“My brother and his friends want to pick up too,” Terrance tells Eli, and he nods.
“How much?” he asks.
“An ounce,” Terrance answers.
“Alright. I should have enough,” Elliot answers, and I look over to Zoe, who has her head resting against the window, watching the sun set through thetrees. She hates coming with us when we have to make a drop. She’s so afraid we’re going to get caught. I don’t blame her for being worried, but we are careful when we do this shit. She knows that, unless I’m reading her wrong tonight and something else is bothering her.
We make it to the school and park right by the entrance of the woods. We all pile out, and Eli goes to the trunk to get the goods. I grab Zoe’s hand, bringing it to my lips. “You good, baby?” I ask her, and she nods. I hate when she doesn’t give me her words, but I won’t push it tonight. I know she doesn’t want to be here, and I don’t want to start a fight. So we all walk down the path to the clearing, and Terrance walks us over to his brother and his friends. There’s a shit ton of people hanging around drinking and laughing. Seems pretty chill for the most part. I leave Zoe with Gray and walk over to the keg to grab us some beer. While I’m filling up the cups, I hear Grayson yelling and Zoe’s voice getting louder and louder.
We should’ve never gone to that fucking party. Eli blames himself, but it’s not his fault. Who knew how it was going to end? I’ll never forgive Terrance for that shit. I know Elliot still makes drops to him, but you won’t catch me anywhere near that guy. Otherwise, he would be the next one in a fucking body bag.
I growl, pushing my legs as I glide across the ice. This shit isn’t working. I’m so fucking angry withmyself and the others. I need to do something, I just don’t know what the fuck I need. I continue to skate around the ice, reveling in the cold air against my skin. It's the only place I'm free and I can spend hours here just skating mindlessly. I need to center myself and forget about today. Who cares about a video leaking. It's just a girl on her knees. Who fucking cares. It's not like it was with Zoe. Three guys, one girl. It looked like a gang rape to outsiders even if we know it was far from that.
Leaving the rink hours later, I head to the locker room and take my shit off. I’ll fucking shower in my room. Maybe jerk off or something. I could call a bitch and sink my cock into something warm, but not many girls can handle how brutal I am in bed. I’m a fucking animal, and I’m not ashamed of it.
Taking out my phone as I walk back to my room, I shoot a text to Diesel and see if he’s free today. Unlike the others, I have a lifted truck, so I can plow right through the snow without worrying about getting stuck. My phone pings, and I see it's Grayson. I groan just as I get to my door, stopping in my tracks when I see the word “Killer” painted red across it. The fuck? Opening my phone, I hit the camera button and take a picture, then send it to Gray. But reading his text, I assume both things are related, so I walk down to his room and knock on the door. He swings it open, and I step inside.
“Who the fuck did this shit? There’s only one other person who isn’t in this fucking room that knows what we did,” I shout as he shuts the door. He walks over to his bed and sits criss-cross, and I laugh. “What the fuck are you doing?” I state, and he looks at me incredulously.
“What do you mean? I’m sitting on my bed,” he answers, and Eli chuckles.
“Like that?” I say with a raised brow.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, it’s good for the hips,” he fires back, and we all laugh.Jesus H. Christ.
“No, really. What the fuck is happening?” I ask, and Eli takes a deep breath.
“Seymour says Lucy never made it back and that Rowyn somehow, in that short amount of time, killed her. Oh, and they are calling her Hungry Hippo from your little video,” he growls, and I roll my eyes.
“Well, we know that’s not true. And what does that have to do with us, and why is ‘Killer’ written on my fucking door?” I spit.
