My mouth hangs open. “No girl wants what you did,” I tell him. “Wearing a dress and going to a party isn’t asking anyone for what you did.”
He snorts. “Stop making this bigger than it needs to be. You gave some good head and got laid. Get that stick out of your ass and move on.”
Laid. My mind clings to that word. There were three of him. Did they all—did anyone else —
“Did all three of you rape me?” I can’t believe I’m asking him, but I have to know. The last thing I remember after being drugged is Austin laying me on the bed. His hands groping my body. His fingers between my thighs and him climbing on top of me. But after that… nothing.
He glowers at me in silence.
“Answer me,” I beg. “Please.”
He huffs out a breath and rolls his eyes. “Benson and Chambers fucked your mouth. Only I fucked your cunt. Happy? Can we move this show along now?” He glances at the watch on his wrist. “I have practice to get to.”
The way he’s so blasé about everything baffles me. He admits to drugging me. To raping me. And yet, he’s more worried about getting to practice on time.
“You’re not going to get away with this.”
He sighs. “Yes, I am. The sooner you realize that, the easier things will get for you.”
The horrible thing is, he believes the words coming out of his mouth.
“I’m trying to help you, Cece. Get the two of us on the same page. The right page.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Austin rolls his eyes again. “If you walk out of here and make up stories, it isn’t going to end well. Not for you. Be smart.”
“Get out.”
“Cece—“
“Out!”
He sighs. “Look at the video I texted you.” He places my phone on the nearby desk. “I’ll send it to your email in case this little outburst of yours broke your cell. Make sure to watch it. You’ll reconsider things after you do.”
CHAPTER 4
GABRIEL
The instant my ass hits the seat, I’m out of there without so much as a glance over my shoulder. I head to the Pier knowing my boys are waiting for me. They offered to come with me, help me deal with my shit. But I declined the offer.
We grew up together. Know each other inside and out. They know what things were like for me after Carlos died. And they know the bullshit my parents pulled today.
But as much as I love my friends and know they’ll always have my back, their pity is the last thing I want or need. Which is what I’d get if they were there. If they saw the indifference on my mother’s face. The rejection in my father’s eyes.
It’s bad enough I had to see it. I don’t need it taking up space in anyone else’s memories beside mine.
It took some convincing, but we all agreed to meet up at Pier 39 instead.
Julio and Felix’s bikes are parked near the boardwalk when I arrive, along with an unfamiliar car that is way too expensive to be here.And who might you belong to?
My brows furrow as I pull up beside it, and before removing my helmet, I take a quick look through the windows. I wouldn’tsay we’re on the wrong side of town per se, but this sure as shit isn’t the ride side where you expect to find rides like this.
For being so nice on the outside—a sleek silver Audi RS 5—the inside is a disaster. Clothes, coffee cups, and random shit like a hairbrush and a crap ton of books litter the inside. It’s like a bomb went off in there, letting me know this is a chick’s car for sure.
Removing my helmet and dropping it on my seat, I head down to the Pier, keeping my eyes peeled for whoever the Audi belongs to. We don’t own the boardwalk, but it’s been abandoned for so long that just the idea of outsiders being here makes my shoulders stiffen.
I shouldn’t have been worried. As soon as I turn the first corner, I spot Julio and Felix, and standing beside them is one person I didn’t expect to see. “Alejandra!” I call out and she turns, a wide grin on her face, and she jogs toward me. I should have known the car belonged to her.
