He wipes the blood that runs from his nose.
“Why the fuck were you fucking her in the first place?” I demand. I had been seeing Brenda for several months. It was serious. I loved her. Well, I thought I did. I hate that Scout killed her, but I’m pretty pissed she was even fucking him in the first place.
He gives me a bloody smile. “Because you deserved it.” His eyes look me up and down, full of hatred. “You took what should have been mine!”
I chuckle. “You talking about me sleeping with Henley?”
“Yes, you son of a bitch! You knew she was mine, yet you still did it!” He’s shouting, his body vibrating with anger.
“I did.” I nod once. “Wanna know why?” I don’t let him answer. “Because she begged me in the sweetest way. And that cunt was the best I’ve ever had.” I say, adding fuel to the fire.
He pulls away from the tree the best he can, trying to reach for me, and I jump back, laughing just as Law, Rellik, and Derek return.
Scout drops his arms to his side and throws his head back against the tree, chuckling to himself. He runs a hand down his busted face that still remains from Law bashing it in two days ago.
When we returned to Death Valley after taking Henley home, we found Scout passed out in the men’s bathroom at the Graveyard. They had dragged his ass in there and left him in order for the next fight to start. We carried his ass out here and threw him in the concrete room along with Steve until we were ready for him.
“Have you told her that we paid big money to transfer her stepdad to Switzerland to force her back to Westbrook?” he asks, looking up at Law.
Law comes up to him and kneels, his right bloody forearm resting on his dirty and blood-covered, jean-clad thigh. His face looks pretty relaxed for someone who just buried a man alive. “You going to tell her that you killed that guy she danced with at the bar the night we found her and Lacey?” he counters, arching a brow.
He reaches up, yanking on the rope wrapped around his neck, baring his teeth. I’ve never noticed how fucking crazy Scout is until now. He hid it pretty damn well, if you ask me.
“I thought it was odd when you didn’t fuck her right then and there to mark your territory, so I did some research. The guy was found three days later in his bed. Dead from a gunshot wound. Ruled suicide.” Law snorts. “My ass.”
“He deserved it,” he growls. “He touched what was mine.”
“I touched her too, yet I’m still here.” He tilts his head from side to side. “Why is that, Scout?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he looks up at Derek, who stands there covered in blood and hands shaking. “You’re the one who drugged her!”
“No, no.” He takes a step back. His wide eyes going to Law. “I didn’t mean …”
“He’s off the hook,” Law tells Scout, and Derek releases a shaky breath. “Because unlike you, he helped me save her.”
“That fucking bitch deserved to die!” he screams.
Law stands and slams his foot down right between his legs, causing Scout to throw his head back, howling and pulling his knees to his chest. “Because she fucked your friend?” he asks casually.
“No,” he says through gritted teeth, trying to catch his breath, “because she wouldn’t keep her mouth shut. And I swear to God, Law, I will make sure my little doll spends the rest of her life regretting that.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
VAN RELLIK
LAW REACHES INTO the bag that I dropped after burying Steve and pulls out his knife. He cuts the rope freeing Scout’s neck and shoves him to his stomach. “Hold him,” he demands to no one in particular. Dax jumps on his back, yanking his arms behind him while Law digs into the bag once again. Finding the zip ties, he puts two sets around Scout’s wrists and then takes the remaining rope and wraps it around Scout’s neck several times.
Dax jumps up off him, and Law starts dragging him, forcing Scout to get to his feet. “I’ll fucking kill her …”
Law jerks him forward, the rope cutting him off and tightening. Dax follows them, and I look at Derek. “Grab the bag, and let’s go.”
The guy picks it up, throwing it over his shoulder, and follows behind us as Law drags him to the tunnels. We stayed close by them. Dax and I both turn on our flashlights as we make our way to the room where we found Henley.
Law throws him onto the table and gets up, straddling him. “You will never, ever get near her again, Scout,” Law growls. Then snaps his fingers at Derek. “Give it to me,” he orders.