CHAPTER EIGHTJayden
Jayden
Normally, tears get me hard. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me because those tears made me feel something else entirely.
I shift and look back at the picture of her crawling toward me.
Sage will be so mad when I send it to her.
“Can you send that picture to me when you get a chance?” Cole looks up at me.
“Sure.”
“God, dude, I know I said it before, but she’s a hottie.” He adjusts himself. “Surely you guys have done it on every surface in here already. Don’t lie.”
I glare at the phone screen, wiping off smudges.
He notices my silence and sits up a little straighter. “You haven’t?”
I drum my fingers on the couch.
“Okay, just your room?” He smiles.
“No, Cole.”
His face drops, and he gets that calculating look. “What the fuck? Isn’t that what she signed up for?”
“She didn’t sign up for anything.”
He looks confused. “Your kink app?”
“That’s not a thing.”
He stares at me, his mind working. I see the second he looks at the scratch on my face and his eyes widen a fraction. Anger rolls across his face, and his voice gets lower. “Why is she here, Jay?”
I cross my arms and stare at him.
“Holy fuck.” He leans in. “She joked about us being kidnappers…but that wasn’t a joke?”
I lift a brow.
“You took a woman, then brought her to my cabin, and I almost fucked her as she fought?”
“You didn’t, though.”
“I was going to until you came along!” He runs a hand through his blond hair and lets out a short breath. “I can’t believe this.” He pauses, “Did you leave any way for them to track you here?”
“Of course not,” I snap.
Slight relief shows in his eyes. He sits quietly for what feels like forever. He just sits and sits. When he speaks, his voice is quiet. “You’re doing to her what happened to us.”
Dark anger instantly clouds my vision. “This is not the same.”
“Not the same?” he whisper-yells. “Our choice was taken away. You’re taking away her choice. For what, a little revenge?”
“She wants it; you can see it in her eyes.” I know he’s seen the open lust she looks at us with.
“Jesus Christ dude, you’re fucked up.” He paces away and to the kitchen, snatching a banana.
“Are you with me?” I look at him, hating seeing a glimpse of that familiar haunted look in his eyes. Hating that I put it there.
“Of course, I’m with you.” He rips it open and gestures to me with it. “Give me half a second to bury what’s left of my god-damned morals, for Christ’s sake.”
I let out a breath. He had always been there for me. We would always be with each other. He may not understand what I’m doing yet, but he will. I’ll make sure of it.
I pulled up the screenshot I took of Mary from the video. I had stared at it for hours. Mesmerized. Angry. Hateful. Intrigued.
“So, what are we doing with her?”
It is time to continue the plan.