Chapter 13
Ramsey~
I t was a few minutes before the eleven o’clock mark, and I was both pissed and unsurprised. I’d known that I was going to probably have to go to Emerson’s house and drag her out by her hair, but when I had asked Brandon Greene if his stepsister was going to be here, he’d said that she’d been leaving to pick up Emerson at the same time that he’d been heading to his car.
So, where in the fuck were they?
I’d always been up for a good party, but without Emerson here, there was no reason for me to be here. I mean, sure I drank, but I never got sloppy drunk…well, save for last Friday night after my first encounter with Emerson. Still, I was a casual drinker; booze didn’t make or break me. Parties for me were more of just something to do. Some good times to be had where I could get my dick wet if I were so inclined. However, now that my dick only wanted Emerson, it felt kind of pointless to be here. Me, Deke, and Liam could all chill at one of our pads and have a better time than the scene before us.
I felt Liam’s hand clap my back. “You look fucking pitiful, man,” he announced before dropping his hand.
I growled.
“Jesus, Ram, look around you, dude,” Deke chimed in. “There’s easy pussy for days running around here. Hell, on my way back from the beer chests, I saw Natalie Myers on her knees sucking Leon Dawson off.”
Deke wasn’t lying. People with money thought that money made them better than others and it really didn’t. Sure, I abused the size of my bank account and used what I knew as a way to manipulate people, but I’d never thought that I was better than anyone else. As a matter of fact, I knew that I was worse. Money didn’t make someone a good person, just like not having money didn’t make someone a bad person, and a lot of these daytime model citizens were absolute vile creatures at night.
Liam snorted. “Who hasn’t Natalie Myers sucked off?”
“My point,” Deke answered. “If Ram needs to take the edge off, I’m sure someone is willing to drop to her knees to make it happen.”
I was sure of it, too. Hell, there’d probably be a line, considering that I hadn’t fucked around in over a year. Any one of these females would jump at the chance to break my dry spell. Still, I only wanted Emerson.
“I appreciate the concern, gentlemen, but I’m not about to stick my dick in Natalie Myer’s mouth,” I deadpanned. “Or any of her other orifices,” I added, just to shut Deke up.
Liam gave an exaggerated shiver. “At least, not without two fucking wrappers, that’s for sure.”
After a heartbeat of silence, Deke said, “You know she’s not going to show up, right?”
The lake was located on the south side of town and had an inlet of about ten miles long that fed into the Pacific Ocean. Sands Cove was an elite town in Northern California, and the lake was its pride and joy.
The lake’s water spanned half a mile wide and was a mile long if you didn’t count the narrow stream that fed into the Pacific. Since the town was mostly void of adults, the lake was a party haven for the young. It wasn’t often that any adults came out here, and if they did, it was while we kids were in school, and they could enjoy the scenery in peace.
Actually, most of the adults who worked in the actual town lived there, too. The outskirts of Sands Cove were our domain. It was populated with mansions, luxury cars, and many, many spoiled rich kids. The working population stayed far, far away from us, and I didn’t blame them.
“What makes you say that?” I asked Deke.
“Because even if she didn’t despise you, Ram, that girl is not interested in all this shit,” he said, stating the obvious. “Emerson Andrews does not care about our money, our last names, or our social standings. She gives two fucks about the One-Percent, Ram.”
“Agreed,” I conceded. “But she’s as drawn to me as I am to her. I do know that much.”
Well, I prayed for that much. It would really suck to find out that she really did despise me, and what I’d thought was foreplay was actually just her way of fucking with me. However, I refused to believe that. There was nothing fake about that kiss outside the café, and there was no pretending the smell of her arousal whenever I was touching her. There was no faking that.
Jesus, please, don’t let there be a way to fake that.
“They would have been here by now if they were coming though,” Liam reiterated.
“Who’d be here by now?”
We all three turned towards the voice of Abigail Willis, a freshman at our school. The lake’s shores had big boulders scattered throughout, and it was actually called Lapis Creek because of the random rocks and giant-sized boulders. Deke, Liam, and I always occupied the rock closest to the bridge, and Abigail had taken it upon herself to hop on and join in our conversation.
“No one,” I bit out at the same time that Liam said, “Emerson Andrews and Roselyn Bell.”
Abigail tittered, and I swear to God, I wanted to push her off the rock. I hated simpering females. All that giggling and cackling got on my nerves. That’s probably why I’d spent most of my youth sticking my dick in their mouths.
Just to shut them the fuck up.
“Oh, they’re not coming,” she informed us.
Giggling.
Fuck. My. Life.
“How do you know?” Deke asked before I could demand an explanation or strangle her.
Abigail pulled out her phone, then her fingers were flying across it as she answered, “Because they’re in Manotile at Club Pounce.”
She further proved her claim as she held up her phone for us, and it took everything that I had in me not to smash her phone to pieces. Club Pounce was supposedly named for its dance music and party vibe. Supposedly, it got you hopping around, pouncing and prancing and all that. However, everyone knew the real meaning behind it was that it was a place where you were almost guaranteed to get laid; the women walked in, and the men pounced.
Now, to be fair, the naming of the club might have started out as a play on words for good music and dancing, but over the years, it had transformed to what the underline meaning was now, and staring at Abigail’s phone, there on her social media feed, was a picture of Roselyn and Emerson posing together, drinks in their hands and the biggest smiles on their faces.
Roselyn was dressed…well, like she always was. However, Emerson…Emerson was not dressed like she usually always was.
I was going to fucking kill her.
“I’m going to fucking kill her,” I seethed, announcing to everyone my murderous intent.
“Ram-”
I didn’t stick around to hear what Deke had been about to say. I stormed off towards my car, wondering how I was going to be able to get to Club Pounce without killing anyone on the way.
When I finally reached my car, I could hear the other doors opening, Deke and Liam obviously coming with me. My bet was that they were going to do their best to keep me out of prison, but I wasn’t sure if that was going to be possible if Emerson was with another guy when we got there. The very thought had me strapping on my seatbelt, turning the ignition, and flying out of there before Deke and Liam even had their seatbelts buckled.
“Jesus, Ramsey,” Deke muttered from the passenger side.
“Not now, Deke,” I fumed.
“I know you’re pissed, Ram, but you need to calm down, dude,” Liam advised from the back seat. “If you go in there with guns blazing, it’s not going to go well.”
“None of this was going to go well the second that she decided to go clubbing than go to the lake,” I snapped back, driving down the road like a madman at over ninety.
“What do you need from us,” Deke asked, knowing that I was beyond help at this point.
“Just help me bury the body,” I replied.
Liam moaned in the back. “Oh, c’mon, Ram. Are you really going to kill her?” he asked. “I mean, before you even get to sleep with her?” Liam had a gift for prioritizing.
“The body won’t be hers,” I informed him.
“Then who are we burying?” Deke asked as if this was a completely normal conversation.
“Whoever’s stupid enough to talk to her or put their hands on her,” I explained. “If we walk in, and there’s a guy close enough to so much as breathe in the same air as her, he’s a dead man.”
I’d never, ever been jealous over anything or anyone in my life before, and I was finding that feeling to be a particularly violent one.