VAN RELLIK
I sit in the living room at Lisa’s with Law, Scout, and Monroe. Silently trying to wrap my brain around what they just told me. Henley drugged … Steve and Nicholas dead. What the fuck has been going on that I don’t know about? I knew Nicholas would try to retaliate for what we did to him in the locker room, but I didn’t think he’d go after Henley. I figured it would be one of us. It wasn’t her fault Law told her to kneel and suck his dick. That’s the point of this—for them to play with her. To use her. There’s no way she would have told Law no that day in the locker room.
“So they’re dead?” Dax asks, speaking first.
Scout nods. “As a doornail.”
He had said he took care of them after his two fights. Why didn’t Law handle it before he left? “You left Scout to take care of it last night?”
“I was a little busy,” he snaps defensively. “What don’t you understand about that?”
With Henley? With Lacey? Like what the fuck was he so busy with that he couldn’t help get rid of two bodies? To make sure his ass doesn’t get arrested for murder. If I killed someone, I’d want to know that the body would never be found.
I run a hand down my face. “This is … not good, guys.” What are we going to say when they don’t show up at school on Monday? When their friends say they were last seen at Death Valley? Scout had a fight. The crowd saw Law there along with Henley. Fuck, I knew I should have gone.
“They’re taken care of,” Scout assures us.
I don’t doubt his ability, but it still makes me feel uneasy.
“What did you do with them?” Monroe asks, but the room falls silent when Henley enters.
She has an overly large T-shirt on that I know belongs to Law, and that’s it. What little makeup she had on last night is now smeared across her face, and her hair is a matted mess.
“You need to shower,” Scout tells her. “You look like shit.”
Well, no shit. The girl was drugged, and who knows what else they planned on doing with her. What does he expect her to look like?
“I feel like shit,” she says roughly and then turns to face Law.
He relaxes into the couch and looks up at her. “What?” His eyes run up and down her tan legs before returning to hers.
“May I speak to you?” she asks softly.
“Sure.”
“If this is about the guys, they’re dead,” Scout tells her.
“What guys?” she asks, her brows pulling together, not fully comprehending what he just said.
We each look at one another as silence falls over the room. Law leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees, her words getting his attention. “What do you remember from last night, doll?”
“Uh … we went to Death Valley.” She looks at Scout. “Scout had to fight. And then …” Her eyes drop back to him. “Somehow, we ended up in the chapel.”
He nods, but his eyes show concern. “And?”
“And we …” She trails off, biting her bottom lip.
“And we what?” he pushes.
“We had sex.”
“You did?” Scout asks, looking over at him. “Last I remember is that I told you to fuck her right then, and you said you didn’t have time,” he recounts curiously.
Monroe and I exchange a look. Scout doesn’t care if Law sleeps with Henley. They live across the hall from one another, and we’ve heard Scout tell him a hundred times he doesn’t give a fuck. She is ours to use. That’s why she is here. To keep her on her knees or on her back. It makes no difference to him which one of us does it. And since it’s not Monroe or me, that leaves Law.
“We didn’t fuck.” He shakes his head.
“Yes, we did,” she argues. “Well …” She reaches up and rubs the back of her neck. “You’re right. We didn’t have sex, but I gave you a blow job.” She says it so innocently and sounds like Lacey all of a sudden.
“So you got on your knees, and he fucked your mouth,” Scout gives the R-rated version.
“Something like that,” she mumbles.
Law stands. “No, I didn’t.”
She looks up at him, her eyes narrowing on his. “Yes, you did.”
“Henley.” He grabs her shoulders. “We didn’t. Do you remember seeing Steve and Nicholas?”
She frowns. “No. Why would I see them? Were they there?”
The room falls silent once again, and I run a hand over my chin. What the fuck is happening?
Scout shakes his head. “You’re confused …”
She pulls away from Law and interrupts him. “Don’t start that shit with me, Scout. I know what I saw. What I felt. What we did.”
“Little doll ….”
She slaps Law across the face, cutting him off. “Quit calling me that, Grayson!” She calls him by his first name, which he hates. “I know what we did …”