CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXCole
Cole
I sit back in the truck, drumming the steering wheel.
My dick gets hard thinking about the ways I’m going to punish her.
I’ve been unbearably horny. Jacking off for the past six months just barely takes the edge off.
I need to bury myself in her and make her scream.
Make tears fall from those pretty eyes. Watch her bleed.
Remind her she’s ours, and we’re the only ones that will ever satisfy her again.
At the same time, I need to run my fingers through her hair and breathe her in.
Listen to how her days have been without us.
Listen to anything she wants to talk about.
In the last six months I realized that something happened between us.
I...care about her. Something I never thought I’d be capable of feeling for anyone except Jayden. I rub my chest.
Just the thought makes me want to kill the fucker who had his hands all over her last night. I know he didn’t get anywhere past a kiss. We beat that truth out of him. I grip the wheel so hard that my fingers turn white. I should have killed him anyway.
We’re parked on the side of the road, about a mile from the house. Jayden lights up a cigarette, takes a puff, and offers it to me. I take it to get my leg to stop bouncing.
“Let’s just go get her.” He lights up another. “Waited long enough to play.”
“It’ll flush her out. Just wait.”
I want to glare at him. These days have been the longest of my life.
We slowed our pace for a few months and spent that time leaning into the suck of our pasts.
Once I got out of that first two-week hell, I was hit with horrifying clarity that I wasn’t ready to be a dad.
Neither of us was, and we almost had been.
Jayden spent a lot of time alone. I didn’t ask what he was doing, but I suspected the same as me — soul searching.
But we never stopped looking for Jo. I looked every single day for her. Checking police reports, electric bills, traffic tickets, anything we could think of. And just a few days ago, our smart, opportunistic, aggravating thing made a fatal mistake.
One of her images popped up from a dating site of all things.
The thought makes rage and laughter flit through my chest. The ballsy minx didn’t use her real name, but she did use an old picture she’d posted on her real Facebook.
I further confirmed it was her by searching for her fake name.
A bunch of videos about her making food from various cultures flooded my feed.
Seeing her face again soothed some deep part of me.
From there, it wasn’t hard for us to find her location, sitting right under our noses—so close to where we were that first two weeks.
It was almost like she wanted to be found.
Because she does.
She’s going to pay. She’s going to pay big time.
“I don’t like this.” I blow smoke out the window and flip my knife around my fingers.
“It’ll work.” Jayden leans back. “If there is one thing our kitten does best, it’s run.”