This Is War - Chapter 27 – 200 Pounds of Pure Muscle #2
In one swift motion, I let go of Garrett’s rather unimpressive member, grabbed his laser gun, and shot both of his companions right in their sensors. The LEDs on their armor blinked and then went out. I turned to shoot Cole too, but he was too quick.
Cole beat me to the draw and shot Garrett’s sensors before I could get the shot off. Which meant Garrett was out and his laser gun that I was holding immediately stopped working. Cole was safe.
Damn it!
“Nice try,” he said. “But not good enough.”
“I was so close.”
“Not really. I saw it coming from a mile away. Enough screwing around though…it’s time I got you back to camp so we can get this spit roast started.
” He scooped me up in his arms again and carried me through the woods.
Even though he wasn’t as big as Diablo, him carrying me felt just as effortless.
More importantly, his grasp was just as firm.
I had no chance of escaping, despite my wiggliness.
And I got extra wiggly when I was nervous.
“So now that I took those losers out, who else is gonna get to bang me?” I asked.
“No idea,” said Cole. “Maybe the whole team will line up and take turns with you.”
“What?!” First it had been public sex, then a spit roast, and now it was going to be a gang bang?! “Is that even allowed?”
“Do you want it to be?”
“No!”
“You sure? It kind of seems like…”
I tuned him out as a weird feeling of déjà vu washed over me. I’d been here before. It all looked so familiar. The parting of the trees. The bushes. The rock that jutted out over the lake.
Then it hit me. I hadn’t been here. But Rosalie had. This was the exact spot where the picture of her had been taken.
“Wait,” I said. “Can we stop for a second?”
“No way.”
“Cole, please…” My voice caught in my throat.
Shockingly, he actually stopped. He put me down and looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”
I didn’t say anything. I just stared out at the lake. I couldn’t believe that this was possibly one of the last places that Rosalie had ever been. I didn’t know what I expected to find, but I couldn’t look away. Maybe there was a clue around here…
Cole put his hands on my shoulders. “Really, what’s wrong? If you seriously don’t want to get spit roasted…”
“No,” I said, cutting him off. “It’s not that. It’s my sister. Rosalie.”
“Huh?” Cole looked around, I guess expecting her to pop out of a bush or something.
If only she would do that. “She went missing three years ago. She was in the Society, apparently. And just before she went missing someone took a picture of her in this exact location. That’s why I’m here this weekend. To see if anyone knew her.”
“I don’t think I know of any Rosalies who have been in the Society,” said Cole.
“That’s her real name. Her Society name was Oaklyn Hope.” I walked out to the edge of the rock overhang and looked out at the lake. Where did you go, Rosalie? Who took you?
Cole suddenly laughed. “You’re messing with me, right? You’re just trying to escape?”
“No,” I said. “I’m dead serious.” I looked around some more and noticed that there were eleven swan boats at the dock. Which meant Angel and Diablo had returned. “And anyway, you’ve already lost.”
“Huh?”
“We found Chastity.”
“Bullshit,” scoffed Cole. “That’s impossible.”
“I admit, it was awfully clever of you to hide her in the cave. But I noticed that one of the swan boats was gone. And right before you caught me, I sent Angel and Diablo to go get her.”
Cole gave me his cockiest smile. “Well that’s a shame, because while Diablo and Angel are paddling around in the lake, Chastity is sipping strawberry daiquiris on the roof of the clubhouse.”
“The roof? But the only way up there is to go through the clubhouse.” I knew because we had considered it as a hiding spot for me. “So unless you’re going to try to convince me that she scaled the wall in these crazy heels, then she cheated! Ha! You’re gonna get disqualified.”
“Do you remember how good Chastity was at the salmon ladder?” asked Cole.
“Yeah. She was a total freak.”
“Well…earlier this summer they did a few renovations to the clubhouse. And I made sure to slip the builders some cash to get them to add a salmon ladder to one of the back walls.”
“You clever bastard.”
“Guilty as charged,” said Cole with a stupid grin.
“You’re not clever enough, though.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Look below us,” I said, pointing down into the lake below us.
Cole looked super confused. He shifted his weight and looked over the edge of the cliff. And I pushed him. He may have been over 200 pounds of pure muscle, but that weight just worked against him as he toppled over the cliff and into the lake.
I let out a sigh of relief when he bobbed back to the top. I’d been a little worried that he was going to hit his head and drown to death, but that seemed like a risk worth taking to avoid getting spit roasted.
Cole brushed some hair off his forehead and glared up at me.
“Sorry, sucker!” I called.
“What the fuck?!” he yelled back.
I held up the bug that Tanner had used to spy on Diablo earlier that day.
“Ryder just heard everything you said. And as we speak, he’s probably telling everyone on our team where Chastity is hiding.
So by the time you swim to shore…this game will be long over.
Who’s the clever one now, bitch?!” I dropped the bug as if it were a mic, but it didn’t really have the desired effect.
My victory celebration lasted all of three seconds - exactly the time it took for Cole to swim to the cliff face and start climbing. And I mean really climbing. I didn’t even know how it was possible to scale a cliff so quickly.
Shit!