Blackthorn Elite: The Entire Series

by Beck, J. L.

  “I know enough. She’s no good for you. She is going to use you like she did before. Mark my words. She will destroy you. You deserve better, and if I can get rid of her, then I will.”

  “Leave. Her. The. Fuck. Alone.” I project each word into the speaker with a harshness that I’m sure even he can feel.

  I’m done fucking around. Harper is mine, as she always has been. I don’t care if her parents worked for mine. I don’t care about our past anymore. All I care about is us and moving forward. I finally have her in my hands again, and nothing is going to ruin this for us.

  “You’re making a mistake, Warren. A huge fucking mistake.”

  “No, you are. Leave her alone.” I hang up the phone and toss it over my shoulder, damn near swerving off the road in the process. Forcing air into my lungs, I focus all my attention on breathing, taking deep calming breaths. Looking over at Harper, I half expected her to be sank into her seat, fear in her hazel eyes, but that’s the last thing I see.

  Instead, I see something that I never thought I would see in her eyes again. Love.

  It’s such a profound feeling that it makes every other emotion inside of me dissolve into dust. Love? Could I love Harper again? Could I let go of everything, forget that she ever hurt me? I guess I’ll have to decide because going against my father won’t be easy, but it will be worth it if I get to have Harper.

  39

  Harper

  Everything goes back to normal, or as normal as it was before. I return to classes thanks to Warren, who is actually making an effort not to be so territorial when it comes to his friends. It seems like everything is going well, considering we are pretty much starting all over again. Well, apart from all the fighting he is doing with his father. That isn’t making things easy.

  Still, things are much better than they were before, and I do feel good about the future. That is until I walk by the bulletin board outside the library.

  Right there in front of me, in black and white, is a flyer with James’ picture on it. In big, bold letters, it says MISSING PERSON underneath his photo, and all I can do is stand there staring at it, willing an explanation to pop into my head as to why he would be missing.

  Warren didn’t… Oh, god. Lifting a hand to my chest, I try and calm myself down. I can’t jump to conclusions and assume he would do something like that. He couldn’t have. He beat James up, but he was alive when we left.

  Like a detective, I try and piece everything together in my mind. Warren took me back to his place, and he didn’t leave again, so it couldn’t have been him, right? I need to ask him and see what he says and go from there.

  Somehow, I get my feet to move and exit the building, walking toward the cafeteria where I’m meeting Warren and Easton for lunch. The entire walk, I’m filled with worry, wondering what the hell happened to James that night. Yes, what he did was wrong, but that doesn’t mean he should die, and we all know that when someone goes missing, they generally don’t just reappear alive and well.

  Entering the cafeteria, the sounds of silverware clanking and people chattering meet my ears. Right away, I notice there are more of the flyers taped to the walls in here. I spot Warren sitting in our usual spot, a tray that’s partially empty in front of him. Easton is sitting to his right, and Parker, his other best friend, sits across from him. There is one spot to his left open that I know is for me.

  As I cross the room and see all the flyers, I suddenly start to feel like I’m in a horror film, his image appearing in front of my eyes over and over again.

  “Hey, babe,” Warren greets, his smile falling when he sees my horror-stricken face. I slink down into the seat beside him and start to chew on my bottom lip nervously. “What’s going on? Why do you look like you’re going to be sick?” he asks.

  “Did you do it?” I twist in my seat and look up at Warren. His jaw is sharp, his eyes hauntingly beautiful, and I still can’t believe that we’re doing this.

  Confusion overtakes his god-like features. “What are you talking about?”

  I point to the nearest flyer and watch as he pieces the puzzle together. The air in my lungs stills as I wait for his answer.

  “I don’t know what that’s about. Parker took care of him.” Warren looks away and pierces Parker with a hard gaze.

  Parker took care of him… What does that mean?

  “If this is about James going missing, I don’t know what the hell happened. I waited until he woke up, and then I told him to go home. He was disoriented and could barely walk but he got up, and started walking away.”

  “Are you sure?” I whisper as if the FBI or someone is listening.

  Parker leans across the table, “Yes, I’m sure.” He whispers back in a mocking tone.

  “Well, forgive me if I jump to conclusions,” I roll my eyes and relax a little knowing that Warren had nothing to do with his disappearance.

  “I’m an asshole, sweetheart, but not a killer.” Warren leans into my ear and whispers. Goosebumps erupt across my skin and a shiver ripples down my spine. “Plus, I was with you all night, tending to your hands and knees.” I know that, but the fact that we were the last people to see him doesn’t sit well with me, and I know how violent Warren can get, and I was totally out of it that night.

  “What happened to him then?” I ask anyone who is listening.

  “Maybe he got eaten by wolves,” Easton adds, and for a second, I forgot he was even sitting with us.

  “Doubtful,” Warren replies, rubbing at his chin.

  “I can have someone check the video surveillance and see what happened after he walked off? But I’m pretty sure the police already took a look at it, so if they didn’t find anything, I doubt we will,” Parker suggests.

  “Yeah, let’s do that. I would still feel better if I knew,” I agree, the knot of worry unraveling a little more in my belly.

  “What you mean is, you would rather make sure I’m not lying to you?” Warren snaps.

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” I murmur, even though it’s partially true. If I’m honest, I do worry that he is lying to me.

  “Why do you even care, Harper? I heard what he did to you. Warren told us. If anyone should want him to disappear, it should be you.” Easton pipes up.

  He’s not wrong, but just because someone does something bad doesn’t mean that they automatically should die or go missing. If that were the case, the world would be a much better place.

  “I’m just worried. I thought maybe you guys did something, but now that I know you didn’t, I wonder if something else happened to him. I know what he did was fucked up, but that doesn’t mean we have to be as ruthless as he was.”

  “If there is anything to be found, the police will find it. No point in worrying over nothing.” Parker shrugs like it’s no big deal.

  “You should eat something,” Warren says, and I nod in agreement. I should, but I’m not sure I could stomach any food right now. I’ve been feeling nauseous all day long, and now the worrying is making it even worse.

  “I’ll grab something,” I say just to appease him. Leaving my backpack on the chair, I get up and walk over to the line. Grabbing a tray, I place a slice of pizza, an apple, and a bottle of water down on it and move to the front of the line to pay.

  When I return to my seat, it’s just Parker and Warren sitting there. I place the tray on the table and pick the pizza slice up to take a bite, but my stomach clenches so badly it feels like all of its contents are going to come flying out of it.

  Dropping the slice back down on the tray, I stare at the apple. Should I even try?

  “Are you okay?” Warren asks, concern etched into his features.

  “Yeah, just a stomach bug, I think. Maybe I’ll go home and try and sleep it off.”

  “That sounds good. I’ll come with you and keep you company.” He wiggles his eyebrows, but I shake my head because there will be none of that. I feel like I’m going to barf all over the place.

  “I’m sure that’s what you’ll do,�
�� Parker snorts, “keep her vagina company, more like.”

  Warren shrugs, “So, she’s mine, and so is her pussy. I’ll do with it as I please.”

  “Can we please go,” I interrupt them before they can get into a full-on conversation about vaginas, something neither of them has.

  “Yes,” Warren sighs, and we get up and dump our trays. Parker says goodbye and runs off, probably to meet up with Willow.

  By the time we reach the car, I’m so exhausted, I sag into my seat and let my eyes drift closed. Sleep comes to me far easier than expected, and I pray that when I wake up, this illness will be over with.

  * * *

  I wake completely disoriented, my eyes scanning the nearly dark room, while the familiar scent of Warren fills my nostrils. The soft mattress cradles my body, and I lie there for a long second. The last thing I remember is falling asleep in the car. I must’ve really been out of it if I didn’t wake up when he carried me in?

  Before I can draw up a conclusion, I’m rushing from the bed, my feet sliding across the floor as I barely make it to the toilet in time to vomit. My eyes water and my throat burns as my fingers curl around the toilet bowl, while my stomach empties itself.

  After a few minutes, I stop vomiting and manage to push away from the toilet. My eyes move over the contents that line the back of it, and dread consumes me when I notice the not even open box of tampons.

  They sit there, taunting me while I try and do the math inside of my head. I can’t be, there isn’t any way. I’m on birth control…

  “Oh, god…” I whisper in horror. Whirling around, I run from the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Warren isn’t anywhere to be seen, and that only leaves me feeling more panicked. Walking out into the living room, I find him sitting on the couch. My heart clenches in my chest when I see his half-shadowed face.

  He looks broken, shattered, and I know instantly that something is wrong.

  As I pad across the floor toward him, his eyes shoot up and land on mine.

  “And the queen finally wakes up.” He smiles, but it’s not full of joy or sunshine. It’s cruel and angry. I swallow thickly and stop in my tracks, wondering if I should really tell him right now. He looks like he might kill someone, me included.

  “Is everything okay?” I croak.

  “Of course, come here. I’ve missed you. Are you feeling better?” His eyes soften, and the tension in the room eases.

  “Well, actually no,” I whisper. When I reach him, he circles my waist with his hands and buries his face in my chest. He inhales deeply like I’m oxygen, and he needs me to breathe.

  My heart thuds so loudly in my chest that I wonder if he can tell how scared I am right now. The pungent smell of whiskey tickles my nostrils and my stomach rolls. Oh, god, not again.

  Warren pulls away and looks up at me. His eyes are glassy, and I’m guessing from the amount of whiskey missing from the bottle, he drank beyond what he needed to.

  “You look like you’re going to be sick again,” his voice is soft and wraps around me like a wool blanket. I just need to tell him, come out with it.

  He’ll still love me and want me. We’ve been through too much for him not to, and plus, it’s just a possibility. It might not even be true yet. My eyes dart from Warren and then to the wall behind him as I contemplate what I should do next.

  I have to tell him…

  “Warren… I think I might be… pregnant.” The words fall from my lips slowly, and I watch with fear as my entire world falls apart.

  “What did you just say?” He pulls away from me like I’m fire, his voice deep, his eyes dark. In a second flat, he’s become the cruel bastard he was before.

  “It wasn’t on purpose. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” And I didn’t, though the way Warren is looking at me right now makes me think he does.

  “Pregnant?” he scoffs, his features turning even darker if that’s possible. I start to shiver, the darkness in the room blocking out any light. All I can feel is his rage, his anger, it suffocates me, circles my throat like an imaginary hand and squeezes. Shoving off the couch, he towers over me, and I take a terrified step back. The man before me isn’t the one I’ve come to know.

  “It’s funny, my father told me you would do this. Told me you would get pregnant and find a way to make certain I could never get rid of you.” He lets out a bitter huff, and I feel the tears pooling in my eyes.

  “I would never do that, Warren, and if you believe that, then you don’t really know me.”

  He nods his head, a sinister smile pulling at his lips, “I guess I never really did know you. I thought so much of you once before, and you showed your true colors then. Now here we are again, your hand wrapped around my heart, squeezing the life out of me all over again,” he reaches for the whiskey bottle, his fingers flex around the neck before he brings it to his lips.

  The last thing he needs to be doing right now is drinking more.

  “Warren, don’t be stupid. I didn’t do this to us. I wouldn’t have.”

  His eyes turn to slits, and instantly I know I’ve made a mistake. In a flash, he’s throwing the bottle. It crashes somewhere behind me, but that’s the least of my worries. Before I can even turn to run, he has me in his grasp, his hand wrapped around my throat. He lifts me off my feet and pulls me into his chest.

  Like a bug caught in a spider’s web, I struggle to break free, but there is no point.

  “You wouldn’t have, huh?” he taunts, his face masked with burning rage. He squeezes my throat, not hard enough to hurt me but enough to grab my attention. Like a cat, I claw at his hands and chest, but my nails are nothing to him; my fight only bringing him more joy. With a snarl, he sends the next words like a knife into my heart. “Why don’t you get an abortion and get the fuck out of my life.”

  A door opens somewhere in the house, but I can’t comprehend what is going on. All I can see and feel are his words. I go slack in his arms, and he releases me, watching as I slide down his body and onto the floor. Tears stain my cheeks, and I shiver, a coldness sweeping over me. I can feel his eyes on me, feel them burning into my skin.

  “When I get back you better be fucking gone, because if you aren’t, I’ll make you regret ever being born.”

  Something in my chest tightens, the pressure mounting, and I know without a doubt, it’s my heart breaking, crumbling into a thousand pieces.

  “What the fuck is going on?” A voice pierces the fog around my head, and I look up from where I sit on the floor, a pile of nothingness.

  “Don’t worry about her…. She’ll be gone by the time we get back.”

  “Get back? What the hell happened?”

  “Nothing,” Warren roars, and I flinch at the sound. “We’re leaving, and if you won’t take me, I’ll drive myself.”

  “Where are you going, and what about her?” I realize then that it’s Cameron who is talking. My vision is blurry with tears, and though I try and shove up off the floor, I’m weak. So damn weak and broken.

  “Strip club. I’m going to fuck her memory right out of me. Fuck every chick in sight and remind myself why she never mattered. Remind myself why I never should’ve given a fuck about her.” He spits the words at me, and I feel each one clinging to my skin as if he really had spit on me.

  “Warren,” Cameron warns, and I can hear the sadness in his voice.

  “Shut up. Take me, or I’ll drive myself,” Warren orders. The last thing I hear is his footsteps as he walks away from me. I thought he loved me. I thought he’d understand. I sob on to the wood floor, hating myself, and him, but hating him more because of his words.

  Go get an abortion. The way he said them, the way they felt. No amount of showering or soap will ever make the stain he’s left on me disappear. Even if I don’t want to love Warren, or care for him ever again, I’ll never be able to forget. He’s taken my heart, shattered it into a million pieces, and shoved it back into my chest. I’m not sure anyone could forget someone doing that to them.

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nbsp; 40

  Warren

  Half stumbling over my own two feet, I make it inside Night Shift. My head is already swimming with alcohol, but I feel like I need more… much more. I don’t want to think about what Harper said to me, and I definitely don’t want to think about what I said to her.

  “You sure you don’t want to go back home?” Cameron asks.

  “No, I want to be here,” I tell him as we walk up to the bar. “And I want to get shit-faced. So, either join me or get the fuck away from me.”

  “You know I love this place, and I kinda like you… I don’t know why either since you’re a fucking asshole.” He pauses. “But I better stay and make sure you don’t get into too much trouble. Easton and I don’t want to deal with your parents if you go missing.”

  Psh, I’m sure that’s why he stays.

  “Hi, there,” some chick behind the bar greets me. Leaning over, she puts her elbow on the bartop, giving me a prime view of her tits. “What can I get for you?”

  “I’d like to suck on your tits,” I confess, making her giggle as if she is shy. I know otherwise because she keeps pushing her chest up to give me an even better view. Bitch loves the attention.

  “How about we start with a drink first, and then we’ll see if we can get you some tits to suck on?” She licks her lips seductively, and I nod.

  “I guess we can do that… give me a long island. More long island, less ice tea.”

  “Coming right up. What can I get for you?” She turns her attention to Cameron.

  “Beer,” he gives her a short answer, making the chick frown as if she is disappointed. “You’re making a mistake if you ask me.”

  “Good thing I’m not asking you.”

  Two minutes later, I have my drink in my hand, and the waitress in front of me giving me fuck me eyes. I chug the drink until the glass is more than half empty. The alcohol seemingly going straight into my bloodstream. My mind immediately going hazy.