“Screw the party,” I whisper when he pulls away.
He runs his hand through my hair. “As much as I’d like to do that, we can’t let Deke down.”
“Deke?”
Cole nods once. “He wanted to throw you this party.”
“Now, I’m really nervous.” I laugh.
“Don’t be.” He kisses my lips softly as if he can’t get enough. Or it’s all part of his game. At this point, I can’t tell the difference anymore. And that’s not good. “Don’t tell Deke this, but he’s harmless.”
“I watched him help you kill someone,” I remind him.
“Yeah.” He smiles as if he’s remembering that night fondly. “But he would never hurt you.” I raise an eyebrow. He chuckles, that anger in his eyes fading a little. “If he didn’t have me to beat his ass, Becky would do it. I didn’t realize she was so feisty until yesterday at lunch.”
I laugh. “Come on. Let’s go. If we don’t hurry, Becky and Deke may already be naked in the car.”
“Pack a bag real quick.”
I stop and turn back to face him. “That’s not a good idea, Cole.”
His eyes narrow, that anger returning so easily at my denial. “Pack. A. Bag.” He orders this time.
I place my hands on my hips, refusing to back down to him. “I’m not staying at your father’s house.”
A smile spreads across his face. It’s not friendly. “Who said we were staying at my father’s house?”
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“What the hell?” I ask as Deke pulls up to the beach. Cars are on the sand, well those who drive lifted trucks and Jeeps. There’s a bonfire. Kegs line the shore, and white folding tables hold liquor bottles and Solo cups. Kids of all ages litter the sand. Some I recognize from school, but others I don’t. “How did you pull this off?” I ask.
“Magic,” Cole answers.
Deke scoffs. “Please. This isn’t magic. This is all me, baby.” I roll my eyes, but Becky laughs at him while we get out.
“Stay close to me,” Cole orders.
“Where would I go?” I ask.
He grabs my hand and pulls me along with him. A Jeep missing its top and doors is parked on the sand, and it has speakers all inside it blasting out “Feel Invincible” by Skillet.
We make our way over to a white table, and Cole lets go of my hand to start making us drinks.
“Isn’t this awesome?” Becky squeals, grabbing my arm.
I nod. “Deke outdid himself,” I say, eyeing him. He sees me staring and winks at me. I narrow my eyes, and he laughs.
They’re up to something. What the hell is it?
“Here,” Cole says, turning back to face me and handing me a Solo cup. I take a sip and frown, looking up at him. “There’s hardly any alcohol in this.”
“There’s enough.”
“Where’s yours?” I ask, noticing his hands are empty now.
“I’m fine,” he says; his answer clipped.
I open my mouth to argue but shut it when I see Shane approach us. His eyes meet mine, and then he looks away quickly. I want to throw my drink on him for ratting me out. But what did I expect? Once again, it was my fault to trust him. To trust any of them.
Deke and Cole walk over to Shane and turn their backs to us. I spin around and grab a bottle of vodka and pour it into my cup. “Want some more?” I ask, holding it up to Becky.
She shakes her head. “Deke made mine strong.”
I set it down and take a drink. “Much better.” Leaning up against the table, I look over at Cole. He has his hair spiked and looking like every bit a disheveled mess. He wears a pair of blue jeans, tennis shoes, and his black zip-up hoodie.
“He doesn’t drink.”
“What?” I ask, turning to look over at Becky.
“You had asked him where his drink was.” She nods to Cole as he stands with his friends. His arms are crossed over his chest. Shane and Deke both drink from Solo cups. “Well, he does but only when he has parties at his house,” she says, before taking a drink of hers. “If he goes to a party that isn’t at his dad’s, then he doesn’t drink.”
“He had a shot that one night we were at that party they showed up at.”
She nods. “One shot. You won’t see him have more than that.”
That surprises me. “Why not?” I ask.
“The night Maddox, Landen, and Eli died, they had all been drinking at a party. Cole was driving them when he wrecked.”
My brows shoot up. No one ever talks about what happened to his friends. It’s like the ghost everyone can’t see, but you know it’s there. Jeff said he killed his friends, and Shelby told me it was a car wreck, but that’s as much as I know.
“What happened?” I ask, looking to see that he and Shane are still talking to Deke, but now Bennett has joined them.
“The brakes went out, and the car rolled. They were all thrown out.”
I take a sip. “Did Cole get in trouble?”
She shakes her head. “His dad has money. He’d just paid for the police academy’s new training facility before the accident. He got a slap on the wrist.” She lowers her voice. “It caused a lot of tension between him and Kellan.”
I frown. “Why Kellan?”
“The other guys understood what happened was an accident and could have happened to any of them. They were all out of control, but Kellan blamed him. Still does. Maddox was Kellan’s cousin.”
“Oh,” I say.
She nods quickly before taking another drink. “But I feel sorry for Cole.” She looks over at him and sighs. “What happened was an accident. Hell, I’ve gone to parties and drove home drunk before. Not responsible, but I get it. He blames himself, and anyone who knows him can see it eats him alive. He and Eli were the closest, and he died in his arms.”
“What?” I breathe.
“Lauren James, a sophomore, her dad is a paramedic, and she said that he told her when they pulled up to the scene, Cole was sitting in the ditch with Eli in his arms. Dead.”
I look over at him and see he has turned and now faces our direction. His eyes are on the sand, hands now in the front pockets of his jeans, and he nods his head as Shane speaks to them. And I remember what he said to Jeff that night in the cemetery.
Give me what I deserve! Why don’t you get your sorry ass up and hit me? Why don’t you be a fucking man and fight me.
He wanted a fight. Needed it. I didn’t understand then, but I do now. He lifts his head, and his eyes land on mine. I stare back without blinking, just taking in the color of his dark blue eyes. They’re just like the sky—always clouded. And I can’t imagine what he went through losing three friends and living with that guilt. It would destroy a weak person.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
COLE
“COLE?”
I look away from Austin first to glare at Shane. “What?”
“Did you hear anything I just said?’
“Yes.”
“Then what did I say?” he questions with an arch of his brow.
“That you didn’t find much on the laptop.”
Deke shakes his head. “I thought for sure we could use something on there.”
“Well, there is some stuff. He’s got accounts we can drain.”
“He’s still looking for him,” Bennett chimes in.
I snort. “He won’t give up because without Jeff, the business will plummet.”
“Do you think he suspects us?” Shane asks.
I shake my head. “We made sure to cover our tracks. Why would he?”
He runs a hand through his hair. “Because we are the only ones who knew what he really did to Aimee.”
“He has no proof that we knew,” I argue.
“What if he found the cameras?” Shane continues.
“You’re reaching,” I growl, tired of talking about this shit.
“I’m trying to think of every angle so if something comes back to bite us in the ass, I can cover it,” he snaps.
I turn an
d step up to him, my chest bumping his. “Drop it, Shane. You’re making a problem where there’s not one.”
His brown eyes narrow on mine. “No, you made a problem when you decided to continue what Eli had started.”
“We all moved forward,” Deke corrects him.
“I owed him that.” My hands clench. “I …” A hand lands on my arm, and I jump back in surprise. Looking over, I see Austin standing beside me, her green eyes full of worry as they search mine. Her hand runs down my arm, and she unclenches my fist, then laces her fingers with mine.
“Hey, babe,” Deke says, lightening the mood by pulling Becky in for a kiss.
“Everything okay?” Austin asks softly, still searching my eyes.
I put that mask over my face that I learned to do so long ago. Who knew it would become useful the older I got. “Fine.” I release her hand and drape my arm over her shoulders, pulling her close to me.
“So …” She looks at Deke. “Why a party?’
He smiles at her warmly, and she eyes him skeptically. She doesn’t trust him. I told her earlier at her house that he was harmless, and he is. As long as you stay out of his way. He never doubted me for a second when I told him what I wanted to do to Jeff. I’ve never questioned his loyalty and the need for revenge. He was best friends with Eli, too, along with Maddox and Landen. But with Austin—he would have killed her without thought that night in the cemetery had I not stopped him. He may fuck with her here and there now, but he would never put his hands on her because he knows she belongs to me. I decide her fate. If I told him to kill her, he would. If I told him to protect her with his life, he would. And I would do the same for him. That’s what a brother does. They have your back. No matter what.
“Because you completed your first dare. And I’m not gonna lie; you impressed me. Just like I knew you would.” He takes Becky’s cup and places it in his empty one, tilting it to me. “He doubted your potential.” Then he takes a drink. “I did not.”
She scoffs. “I’m insulted.”
Everyone laughs, including me. I lean down and kiss her hair, letting everyone out here know she’s still mine. For those who are here and don’t already know. “I was impressed. Pissed, but impressed nonetheless.”
“Yeah, pulling that fire alarm was not the smartest move.” Bennett laughs.
She shrugs awkwardly with my arm over her shoulders. “My only option was to do it during the day while he was at work.”
“And you took my car. I’m keeping my keys on me at all times from now on.”
“If you would let me drive myself, I wouldn’t have had to take yours.”
“Not gonna happen, sweetheart.”
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We’ve been out here on the beach for two hours now. The guys and I stand by the bonfire. People litter the beach—some stumbling and some already passed out up by the tree line. No one talks to me because they know unless they’re my friends, I have nothing to say to them. Deke is a social butterfly online, but he, too, keeps to himself at school. Bennett and Shane are friends with everyone. Kellan stays to himself. He’s only been this way for the past six months. I think some of that had to do with the wreck. The other, with Celeste.
I look over my shoulder to see Austin and Becky standing by one of the folding tables, and Austin’s pouring herself another drink. It’s her fourth. I’ve kept count. And I also know that she keeps adding alcohol to the ones I’ve made her.
“I thought Kellan would come out tonight,” Shane says, getting my attention.
I knew he wouldn’t show up. I bet my ass he’s at Bruce’s house fucking Celeste. Bruce is out of town, and Austin is here. That’s what I would do, if I was him. “Maybe he didn’t feel like getting his ass kicked tonight,” I offer.
Shane sighs but doesn’t say anything. He knows I’m not in the mood to be tested.
“I said stop!”
I spin around at the sound of Austin’s voice. Their backs are to us as they face a guy. A guy who I fucking hate—Bryan!
“Go away, Bryan,” Becky snaps, and then she shoves him.
The girls spin around and start to walk toward us, and I don’t miss the way they link their arms together and stumble. They’re drunk.
All four of us reach them before they can even take another step.
He and his friend Christopher laugh.
“What the fuck was that about?” Deke demands, looking down at Becky.
Before she can answer, Bryan and Christopher join us. “Hey, Austin?” he looks at her, and her green, glassy eyes are narrowed on him. “Bryan dared me to fuck you.” He looks her up and down, smiling like the drunk he is. “Where do you want it …?”
My fist connecting with his face interrupts whatever he was about to say.
“Dude!” Bryan calls out, jumping back while Chris falls to the sand.
“You dared him to fuck her?” I shout at him.
He places his hands up in front of him and flinches. I wrap my hands around his wrists and yank him forward. Once his chest bumps mine, I head-butt him. He falls next to Christopher, and they both roll around moaning.
“Get your ass up,” I order, already feeling that adrenaline that comes with a fight. My head pounds, and I clench and unclench my throbbing fist.
“Cole?” Austin calls from behind me. I spin around to face her. Those green eyes are now wide with fear. She looks at the guys on the ground for a second and then at me. “Let’s just go.”
“Not yet.” I look at Shane. “Take the girls to Deke’s SUV.”
“No. Cole …” Bennett grabs Austin’s arm and pulls her away as Becky clings to Deke. He shoves her off to Shane, and she fights him as he takes her to Deke’s Range Rover.
Kids start to circle us, and I remove my black zip-up hoodie but leave my shirt on. Deke comes up beside me, and we turn around to look down at the bastards. “I’ll take Christopher,” he says.
“I got Bryan.” At the mention of his name, Bryan gets up on his hands and knees, trying to crawl away. I grab his ankle and yank, flipping him onto his back. I stand over him, reminding myself that I can’t kill him here with all the witnesses, and of course, they all have their phones out recording us.
“It was just a joke,” Bryan says as blood runs down his face. He jumps to his feet, lifting his hands.
Deke is already on top of Christopher, beating the hell out of him. I’m going to take my time with Bryan. He deserves that.
“Fucking with what is mine is no joke,” I tell him.
“Cole …” He growls my name as if his tone is going to get me to back down. I’ve beat his ass before, so you would think the bastard would have learned his lesson.
I lift my fisted hands and smile at him. “I’m gonna kick your ass, Bryan.” He swallows nervously. “I dare you to fight back.”
AUSTIN
Becky and I sit in the back seat of Deke’s Range Rover when we see the guys walking toward us. She opens the door and runs to him. I get out a little slower, knowing Cole and I aren’t like her and Deke.
“Baby,” she cries out, placing her hand on his face. He has a cut across his cheek, and his shirt is stretched out at the collar, but that’s all.
“I’m fine,” he assures her.
Cole’s eyes meet mine, and I glare at him. He ignores me as he climbs into the driver’s seat. I jump into the passenger side as Deke and Becky climb in behind us. They start panting as she crawls into his lap and straddles him while they make out.
I look straight ahead, trying to sober up. I drank too much. I added extra alcohol to every drink he made me plus took a few shots when he wasn’t looking. Now I’m regretting it.
I look at Cole’s hands as they grip the steering wheel. The skin broken and blood smeared on them. His black hoodie sits in his lap so I can see his toned forearms are also covered in blood.
“Did you kill him?” I can’t help but ask.
“What do you care?” he replies; his answer clipped.
“Why are yo
u mad at me?” I demand.
He takes a quick look over at me. His eyes run over me before they go back to the dark road.
“It’s not my fault.” His hands fist the wheel, tightening his bloody knuckles. “I didn’t do anything …”
“I know,” he snaps. “I didn’t say you fucking did!”
“Then why the hell are you acting like it?”
Becky moans, and I don’t dare look in the back seat, afraid her jeans may be off.
“Just stop it,” he snaps.
“No. I won’t.” I turn in my seat, the seat belt making it hard, but I yank on it, giving me some slack. “Why did you hit him?” He ignores me as he drives down the dark, two-lane road. “Because you needed the fight?”
“Don’t,” he growls.
“I may be a little drunk—”
“That’s an understatement.”
“But I saw you. You were pissed off before we ever got there. You were looking for a fight.”
“Shut up, Austin.”
“No, I wanna know why—”
“Because I’m not gonna let some punk-ass bitch speak to you like that,” he shouts, interrupting me once again.
“Like you speak to me any better?” I snap. “I may not be a dare, but I am just a fucking game.”
“What you are doesn’t matter,” he says simply.
I hear Becky gasp. “Cole …”
Her words are cut off, and I take a quick look to see Deke has his hand over her mouth and his lips by her ear. She still straddles him, but they’re both clothed. He pulls his hands away, and her narrowed eyes go to Cole.
I look back at him as well. “If I don’t fucking matter, then why didn’t you just let him fuck me?”
He pulls the car over to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. My hand goes to the dash while my seat belt locks up.
He turns to face me. Those clouds rolling in his blue eyes. “If that’s what you want, then go ahead.” He shrugs carelessly. “Walk back to him and kiss his wounds, Austin. ’Cause I fucked him up good.” Then he gets out, slamming the door behind him.
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