6. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Easton
I’ve spent the week recovering and avoiding Dylan. I don’t want her to know what happened after I dropped her off. Being late to the drop was the biggest mistake I ever made. Spade was shot and his other men died. I, on the other hand, got my ass handed to me by the guys trying to intercept their shipment. What made things even fucking worse, is my mother showing up to the scene with her partner, who just so happens to be Detective St. James. As my mom headed over to speak with the officers on site, I watched my best friend's mom turn and run to the cartel leader with tears down her face.
We all thought he was dead, but another tall man with blonde hair showed up, and carted him away after arguing with the detective until she finally gave in. I’m not sure how she fucking got away with it, maybe the other officers on the scene are in The Cartel’s pocket, but it was cleaned up quickly and I dipped out of there unnoticed. I didn’t say shit to Bentley. It’s not my place. But it sure has my curiosity peaked.
Luckily, Spade survived and was taken care of by his own personal doctor. I had to hear a whole speech about why it’s important to be on time, and to watch my surroundings, which I fucking did. If I was sooner, maybe these guys wouldn’t have gotten the drop on us. Now I owe him. When he calls, I go. No questions asked, I just do as I’m told.
Taking out a cigarette, I light it up, inhaling the minty smoke. I’m sitting in the main room of our warehouse we call ‘The Den’ watching half-naked girls dance all around us. I really should find a girl to dump a load in tonight, but I’m waiting to see her, waiting to see what fucking bullshit she’s going to purposely pull tonight.
I look to my left and see that Bentley has his eyes glued to a dancing Amy who keeps eye fucking him from across the room. Shaking my head, I take another inhale of my cigarette, bracing myself for impact for what’s about to come out of my mouth next.
“Yo, lover boy. Where’s Dylan at tonight? Her girls are here, but she’s nowhere in sight.” I ask nonchalantly. Ace answers first.
“Probably with Frat boy, choking on his cock.” He laughs but Bentley doesn’t find it funny. Kingston smacks Ace in the back of the head.
“Do you ever think before you speak?” He says, shaking his head.
“That’s my sister you’re talking about. I don’t want to think about her sucking cock. So shut the fuck up before I shut you up.” Bentley fires back. I just shake my head as Bentley looks in my direction.
“To answer your question, I’m not sure, I’m not her babysitter. I believe I gave that job to you. So now you have me curious as to why you don't know where she is.” He says, now it’s my turn to laugh and he quirks a brow. I take another inhale, enjoying the mint filling my lungs.
“Says the one who needs to know her every move.” I chuckle and ignore his question, putting out my butt. Antonio comes over and hands us all a round of beers. I take a deep gulp and place the bottle down. Just as I do, some blonde chick comes into our circle and climbs onto Bentley's lap, whispering in his ear. I look over at Amy, who has murder written all over her face. Before I can even get the words out, she’s moving fast in our direction. Fuck.
“Incoming,” is all I’m able to get out before this little firecracker pulls the blonde’s head back in a tight grip, forcing the girl to look up at her. Oh shit.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you have two seconds to get off my man’s lap before I fucking hurt you.” She spits, pulling the girl's hair harder causing her to scream.
“Okay, okay. Jeez.” The blonde says as she gets up from his lap. Amy lets go of her hair just as the chick calls her a bitch. Before Amy could get her, Bentley has her wrapped in his arms, pulling her away and whispering in her ear. Well, damn. I didn’t know Amy could get down like that. Shit. Ava comes over with a pout.
“Where the fuck is Dylan? I am not being left with the four of you while B fucks her.” She whines and I laugh. She’s probably right. If that was me, and my girl was gonna throw hands like that, I’d definitely be taking her somewhere to sink my cock into her.
“We haven’t seen her. I was hoping you knew where she was.” I say, taking another sip of my beer.
“Last I heard, she was going to text us when she got here, but that was hours ago and I still haven’t heard from her.” Ava says, sitting down in Bentley's seat and downing his beer.
“You could always come sit on my lap sweet thing and we can talk about the first thing that pops up.” Ace says, winking at her. I cover my mouth with my hand, trying not to laugh at the lamest pick up line I’ve ever heard.
“Eww, grow up Ace.” She says with a disgusted look on her face.
“Awe, come on, Sweet Thing, I bet you’d like it.” He smirks.
“Unless you have a ten inch cock and live in a penthouse overlooking the lake, I don’t want to hear it.” She spits back. Oh shit . Dylan’s girls have some fire in them. Ace’s eyes widen, but the look of disappointment riddles his face. He schools his features and gets up to walk away.
“Are you always a bitch?” Kingston asks with a slight snark in his tone.
“No, but I don’t need his bullshit tonight. He’s the one who ended things, not the other way around.” She says. Which she’s right, yet again. We all do things we don’t want to do because of our pact. Sometimes I think late at night, is all this worth it? Is it worth not being able to love, and be loved in return, all because we lead a dangerous life? Taking out my phone, I shoot Dylan a text while everyone is occupied.
Me: Where you at, Hellcat?
A few minutes go by and I get up to circle around the warehouse, sell a few bags and take a step outside into the cool air. The night is clear and the stars shine bright in the sky. I walk over to my car and stop in my tracks when I hear moans coming from behind a truck. Why does that truck look so familiar? My phone pings, pulling me away from getting a better look, and I see it’s Dylan.
Dylan: Come play with me.
Of course she wants to play. When does this girl not want to play games with me?
Me: How can I? I don’t know where you are.
Dylan: Come on Eas. You’re smart. Find me.
Me: Someone is being a bad little kitten tonight. Are you at the party?
Dylan: I’m giving no hints, big boy.
Big boy? That’s a new one. Clicking her picture, her exact location pops up, and it’s nowhere near here. She’s about twenty minutes south of here at the old Academy. That place burnt down before I was born. From the stories I was told, someone bombed it with students still living there and now it’s abandoned,no one knows what truly happened. It’s like an urban legend, much like the lake itself.
I get in the car and head south towards the academy. That place gives me the creeps. Legend has it, if you listen closely, you can hear old souls scream at night when the first winter hits. Some say you can hear the last girl who drowned there, scream for her loved ones, just like the native princess who killed herself in the middle of the lake. I will never swim there, no matter how hot our summers get. Ain’t no mother fucking way.
Driving through the torn down gates, I get this eerie feeling as chills climb up my spine. Why the fuck she chose here out of all places is beyond me. Slowly, I drive past the lake and right to the front steps. Seeing a glowing light four stories up is the only clue of her whereabouts in this fucking place. Taking out my phone, I shoot her a text.
Me: Ready or not, here I come.
I get out of the car and climb the million fucking stairs, wretching the broken front door open. It grinds as it slowly closes behind me. My phone pings and I look down, opening the message.
Dylan: Incoming Multimedia Message. Click to open.
What the fuck could she be sending me? I turn my flashlight on to find the stairwell to climb up to the fourth floor when another message comes through.
Dylan: Incoming Multimedia Message, Click to open.
I click to open the first video. Pressing play, I notice it’s us in my car last week. What. The. Fuck. It keeps replaying us climaxing, and I can’t stop staring at the look on her face. Pure ecstasy. I click over to the next video, press play and nearly lose it. I watch, squeezing my phone so fucking hard, as Dylan is tied up by chains in the bathroom getting beat up by five men. All body shots, they’re real strategic with their strikes, keeping her face clean from marks. I immediately run up the stairs as fast as my feet will carry me. Why must she be on the fourth floor? For fuck’s sake. Another message comes through and I open it while I continue to run.
Dylan: It’s five on one Easton. Do as we say and you and this slut will live to see another day.
I ignore it. I don’t give a fuck how many there are. I will fucking gut every last one of them for touching her. For hurting her. Getting to the fourth floor I stop. I need a plan. Think Easton. Think. Be smart. Don’t let your anger overrun your thoughts. A clear mind gets the job done. Don’t be stupid. I don’t know what I’m walking into. I don’t have any information other than she’s hurt and hanging. I took a vow to protect her. Fuck! I can’t exactly call anyone for help because the questions asked won’t have the answers they want to hear.
I open the door slowly and step into the hall. Big fucking mistake. A gun cocks and I feel the cold metal against my head before I can even take another step.
“Walk, bitch.” The voice says. I try to spin around and punch him in the gut, but all that does is get me pistol whipped in the temple. My vision blurs as they surround me. Punch after punch lands on my still recovering body, until the butt of the gun hits the back of my head- lights out. Fuck.