Chapter 17
Chapter 17
BEAU
I t’s been ten days since the society sent me on my first order and the suspense of when the rest of it will come is driving me crazy. I still wear my chain everywhere, but unless I’m oblivious to the signs they’re giving me, they haven’t sent the information my way.
I’ve completely immersed myself in my classes for the past week and I’ve purposely avoided King and Iris. There’s no doubt they’re now fucking. I know the sounds coming out of King’s room every night and to say it’s ripped me apart doesn’t touch the surface of the real torture I’m going through.
I remember when we thought having rooms side by side would be awesome. Well… it’s not fucking awesome now that I want to stab my ears out a couple of times a day.
Fuck my life.
I’ve resorted to wearing earbuds in hopes of drowning out his grunting and her screams this go around but I think my best fucking friend is doing his best to make sure I hear every single time he drives her up his bedroom wall.
“You have a fucking bed, dickhead!” I yell as I step out of my own bed, irritated and jealous as fuck. The only things that’ll get me through this one is my own hand and a hot shower.
I hit the power button on the stereo and send the volume up until I can’t hear them anymore; it’s a plus that this station will drive him insane. “80’s Best Country should do the trick.” All of my towels are dirty, so I grab the one that’s draped over my closet door and take a long shower in attempt to relax some of this pent-up tension.
Just as the crying-in-my-beer music is probably fucking with King’s ability to take it all the way… it’s also preventing me from getting the job done on myself. When the water turns cold, I stop stroking myself and with absolute frustration running through my veins, I get out knowing today is going to be a tense one.
I’ve just about got my jeans on when my phone vibrates.
Private
You will use the other key now. You’ve been ordered to remove a distraction from the house and a prospective member. The key will only work on one door. Find the door. Remove the distraction and use the other key to stow it away until further notice. Make sure you’re not seen or heard when leaving the house.
Okay, I have to take whatever this distraction is to the cabin because that’s where the first key worked.
I rush around the room and pull on a t-shirt while stepping into my boots. The ‘emergency’ bag I created sits at the back of my closet, and I make damn sure I grab it. They had me leave a week’s worth of clothes at the cabin, so I’ve been planning to be gone for an extended amount of time this trip. But truth be known, I have no idea what I’m getting myself in to.
Lifting the key from under my shirt, I take another look at the shiny metal. I’ve already checked most of the doors in this house and damn near all of them are opened with a key card. It was discouraging as hell to realize I couldn’t gain a single fucking clue to what the society has planned for me.
With my duffle bag on my shoulder and my truck keys in my hand, I turn for the door and catch a glimpse of something that wasn’t there before.
A wooden box sits on the floor by my dresser and when I see the lock on it, I already know this is where the key will go.
Dropping everything to the floor, I open it quickly. There’s a key card and a single pill inside. Dread washes over me when I recognize what kind of pill they’ve left for me. It can only mean one thing….
Fuck. I’m going to be putting someone to sleep.
I decide to take all of my shit to the truck and park it closer since I’m supposed to be discreet with whatever it is I’m taking out of here. The house seems empty from what I could tell on my trip outside, which should make this task easier.
“Anyone here?” I yell out just for good measure, because I don’t need any surprises when I’m hauling shit out of here. When the house remains silent, I start testing the doors.
I check the pantry, utility room, all of the downstairs bathrooms and bedrooms with no luck. It’s not until I reach the second to last door that I plan to try when the door unlocks.
King’s room.
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath as I push the door open and find a sleeping Iris on the bed.
Surely, the Brotherhood doesn’t expect me to kidnap her. They can’t possibly think I’d steal my best friend’s girl and then keep her hidden till they decide the latest mind fuck is over.
I take out my phone and read the text once again. Distraction.
Well… she fits that fucking category.
But why the pill? Do they not think I can get her in my truck without forcing her into it?
His god-awful singing echoes through the room before realization hits me. The pill is for King.
“Motherfucker,” I huff. They can’t be serious right now. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“There’s a tear in my beer and I’m cryin’ for you dear…” screeches through the room and I shake my head, knowing I did this to myself. He bangs on the wall for good measure; it’s something we’ve done from the first day we arrived, and I can’t help but wonder how in the fuck Iris can sleep through the noise.
I step back into the hallway to regroup. After a beat, I begin to form a plan to get her out of here quickly and short of drugging King… I can’t see it happening. At least not fast. The text said to use the key now, so in my mind it means they want it to happen right fucking now, without delay.
Once I hear his voice grow louder, I act on a whim and start pulling shit out of my ass.
He answers after I double tap his door. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Want breakfast before you leave?”
“I’ll take the breakfast but I’m not going anywhere today.” He opens the door a little wider to show me his bed. “I’ve decided to spend all fucking day right in this room.”
“Alright. Pancakes good?”
“I’ll be down in a few. Unless you want me in the kitchen like this.” He drops his towel, even though he knows he doesn’t shock me with his behavior.
“See you in a few.” I turn and leave him standing with his dick out, knowing he needs to get his ass dressed because if his plan is to stay here all day and my order is to remove Iris from the house… he’s getting ready to take a little nap. I’d rather not leave him naked in the process.
Guilt churns in my gut as I’m making him breakfast knowing what I’m about to do. I guess if they’re going to include Iris in these little fucked up games, it’s best if I’m the one they’re making do it. Unless they’re going to attempt to force me to hurt her. If they do, they’ll have hell to pay because I won’t ever go that route with her. And if I didn’t know that King would be just fine taking the one pill, then I’d never do it. He’ll be mad as fuck… but he’ll be fine once it wears off. Nothing will happen to him while I’m gone, no one would be stupid enough to fuck with him in any way. They’d have both of us to deal with if it’s the case.
I’m thankful I packed the extra bag of items; they may come in handy if we have to go on the run. I’ve got cash, extra guns, a couple of burner phones and some protein just in case we have to hide away in the mountains. The rest of it I can handle without more supplies. I can make a shelter if it comes down to it, but I really hope it doesn’t.
I make King’s orange juice first, dropping the pill in his drink so it has plenty of time to dissolve. The pancakes are almost done when he rounds the corner. “Smells so good.” He grabs a pancake and takes a bite out of it, allowing it to hang from his teeth while he fills his plate with more. I toss a couple on my plate and hand him the glass of juice made special for him.
We eat together for the first time in weeks and even though he starts to slow his movements toward the end, it was nice to sit down and be normal for a few minutes. Being apart so much, dealing with the society and having the tension because of Iris has made me realize I miss my best friend.
“You goin’ back upstairs?” I’m hoping my question will encourage him to head back up to his room. I’d hate to have to carry his ass all the way up the stairs to make sure he’s safe and not passing out somewhere random. I do have a little bit of conscience, at least when it comes to people I care about.
He slowly shuffles up the stairs and I follow behind him. I carefully guide him into my room for now to make it easier when I wake up Iris. Once he’s passed out on my bed, I make my move and use the new key card they gave me.
She’s still asleep and as much as I’d like to crawl into bed with her… I refrain from it, staying focused on my mission. “Kens.” I place my hand on her shoulder and begin shaking her awake. “Kens, wake up. I want to go for a ride. Come with me.” She stretches her arms wide and yawns before she slides her legs to the side of the bed. She’s naked and trying to cover herself with a sheet as she moves.
“Babe. Seen it. Licked it. Kissed it. Been inside it. Just hurry and get dressed. We need to be quick.”
“But where’s King?”
“He went to class,” I lie. Oh well, just one more thing to have to answer for later.
She’s moving slowly, so I start tossing her clothes toward her. “Why does it seem like we’re running from something?”
“We’re not. I just don’t want to be late.”
“Where are you taking me?” I stop everything and turn to face her. She meets my gaze, and for a few seconds we pause to look at each other.
“Do you trust me?” I quietly ask, needing this from her.
“Yes.” Maybe she shouldn’t, but I’m glad she said yes. Because it’s in this moment that I know I’d die for this girl. I’ll do anything to protect her… even if she’s chosen to be with King.
My heart races from the uncertainty of not knowing what we’re in store for but one thing I’m certain of is we need to move. “Then let’s go.”
We stride quickly through the house, Iris nearly jogging to keep up with my pace and luck is on my side because we don’t see a single soul on the way out the door. Privacy is rare for this big house, but I’ll damn sure take it.
We’re a few miles down the road when she turns to me, asking another question.
“How far is it?”
“About two hours out.”
She nods and leans her seat back. “I’m going to take a nap.”
Poor girl is tired from my best friend fucking her up the wall all night. I know I’m tired from it and I wasn’t even involved.