“Is she already dead?” I ask.
Maxwell places his fingers to her neck and then shakes his head. “She’s still alive. Just out.” Then he looks over at the hallway. “What about the other one?”
“Alive and awake,” David answers. “Why don’t you go keep an eye on her?”
Maxwell gives him a smile, telling us that’s not the only thing he plans on keeping on her. I don’t even care. They’ve all betrayed me. She’s a shark, just like the rest of them. They never wanted me or accepted me.
“Just don’t kill her,” I call out as he walks out of the living room.
“I’m not a murderer.” His chuckle carries down the hall. “I just wanna play.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
DEKE
SHANE PULLS INTO the drive of the Lowes estate. Once we clear the trees, I order, “Cut the lights.” It’s not dark yet, but it will be soon. The snow has started coming down again.
Austin’s SUV sits parked out front by the five-tier water fountain, but it’s not alone. A black Maserati is parked next to it.
“Who the fuck is that?” Bennett asks.
“Fuck if I know,” I answer.
“Go around to the side,” Cole snaps. “I don’t want anyone to see us coming.”
Shane puts the car in reverse to back out of the long driveway and then throws it in gear, turning on his lights and punching the gas to pass the house, then takes the next right. There used to be a road that ran parallel to the house leading up to the abandoned cemetery.
He comes to a stop, and we jump out. The house is set to be demolished. You can see they’ve already brought the equipment out to start soon.
Popping his trunk, I grab my black duffle bag. We brought everything we could think of. Throwing it over my shoulder, I look up at the side of the house.
“What the fuck is she doing?” Cole growls. Fisting his hands, he tries her cell again, praying she answers to explain this crazy situation. Any excuse she could have would be better than our imagination. In my mind, they’re both already dead.
“How we gonna get in?” Bennett asks. “I don’t think we should just go through the front.”
“The back door,” Cole answers. “I knocked the glass out to get in when Becky and I came back here while Austin was in the hospital to get the USB drive.”
“Then that’s where we enter,” I order. “Everyone, turn your cells on silent. I don’t want anyone calling us and giving away our location.” I’m not taking that chance. We have no clue what we are about to walk into, but I know the girls aren’t here to take a trip down memory lane.
We make our way around the house, walking alongside the pool and step onto the terrace and go to open it, but I place my hand on Cole’s chest stopping him. “Becky!” I hiss. I watch her through the broken glass. She stands in front of a barstool where another blonde sits slumped over. It’s Demi. David stands next to them.
Motherfucker!
“What the fuck?” Shane barks. “Why the fuck is he with her?”
I shove my phone into Bennett’s chest. “Call my sister. Tell her to get her ass over here right now,” I demand.
“What … Why?”
“Because Demi looks like she’s gonna need medical attention, and I’m not leaving this house until I’ve killed him.” I growl. No way in hell will he walk away from this. Even if he manages to kill me, the guys will get him.
“Where the fuck is Austin?” Cole demands. “I don’t see her.”
“Let’s go find out,” I say. Turning the knob, I enter with Cole and Shane. Bennett stays behind to make the call.
“God, I’ve hated her for so long,” Becky says, gripping the handle of a knife in her hand.
“Well, I’ve always known that, babe.”
“She ruins everything.” She takes a step toward her.
“You’ve got her all to yourself. What do you want to do to her?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. The fucking bastard is just going to stand there and let her have her way with Demi.
“Hurt her. Kill her. I want her out of my life for good. I want to hurt her for Deke ever touching her.” She lifts the knife like she’s going to stab her, and I step out of the darkness.
He laughs like it’s funny. Like her jealousy turns him on. What the fuck is going on?
“Hello, Becky,” I say, calmly, holding my anger back. I want her to think I’m sane at the moment when I’m really far from it. She’s not the only one who can act.
“Deke,” she squeals, jumping back.
David shoves her away from him as if he can save her. “Deke.” He growls my name.
I lift my gun. “Get on your knees.”
“You don’t fucking scare me.” He snorts. “None of you fucking sharks ever did.”