“We’re not doing this again.” My shirt wasn’t buttoned but I hopped over him and got out of the car anyway. He slid out behind me, tucking his shirt back into his slacks.
“You said that last time.” I could hear the smirk on his face without looking at him.
Once my uniform was back in place, I turned around. Sure enough–that fuckingsmirk.
“I’m not gonna tell you I didn’t like it, becauseobviously I did…but it can’t happen again. You have a…” I paused and smiled. “Agirlfriend. What would she think about you fucking me in the back of your car?”
He gripped my throat and spun me around, slamming me against the SUV and pressing down. The smirk was long gone, replaced with a scowl. “She is not myfuckinggirlfriend. Let me make something clear. I want you in my bed. Tonight. No fucking excuses.”
I swallowed, slightly put off by how the pressure on my throat was making a flame burn within me. My throat was sore from what we’d done in the car, yet I was ready for him again…and he still wanted me.
Why, I had no fucking clue. He could have any woman he wanted. He didn’t need to fuck a damaged and slightly deranged psychopath like myself.
I was about to open my mouth and give him a withering comeback but I was interrupted by a voice. A girl’s voice.
“Pssst! Hey!”
Kane dropped me and rounded his vehicle, yanking a petite blonde in front of me. “The fuck are you doing spying on us?”
“S–sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt–not that I sawor heardanything–I just wanted to talk to you both.”
I’d seen her around school before. She was a year younger than us–and I was almost certain she was the junior year scholarship recipient. Shy, smart. You know the type.
Kane let her go and pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He lit it with a match–because he was the type of guy who kept books of matches in his pocket. “The fuck you want?”
“Um, well,” she looked down at her feet then back up at me. Her green eyes were filled with unshed tears. “I thought maybe you could help me. Both of you.”
A smile crept up my lips. The only time someone wantedhelpfrom me and Kane was when they needed a problem taken care of. A problem that looked a lot like an abuser or a rapist. The thought made me giddy. It’d been a few days since I took care of what’s-his-face at the club, and I was craving blood. Rapist blood.
“You don’t have to be scared anymore. We’ll help you.” I patted her shoulder and she flinched. Hopefully she thought my smile was for her, and not because I was thinking of all the ways I’d punish the man who made this beautiful girl so skittish.
“Don’t you think we should at least get hernamefirst?” Kane asked as he puffed on his cancer stick.
“Ra–Rachel Murphy.” Fuck, this girl was scared. She looked around the parking lot to make sure no one was watching us.
“We’ll need to get some more information before we agree to anything,” Kane grunted. “You could be a rat. How’d you know to ask us anyway?”
“No! I swear I’m not a rat or anything. You helped my friend Owen Lake last year. His dad is–was–an alcoholic that would beat up him and his mom. And you…took care of him?”
Ah yes, Harold Lake. Stupid fucker thought he could come home drunk and use his wife and kid as punching bags. Such a shame that his brakes went out on his old pickup truck. He went off the road and hit a tree, killing him instantly. Good thing his place of employment provided that life insurance policy. Mrs. Lake made one hundred grand on that deal.
“So Owen told you about us, even though he was supposed to keep his mouth shut,” Kane assessed.
Rachel flinchedagain. “He only told me because he saw this…” She lifted her uniform shirt and closed her eyes. Her body was marred with bruises that were all different colors, all different stages of healing. “My step-dad. He makes sure to hit and kick me in places that are covered. My mom’s a nurse and she works nights. He comes home and takes his anger out on me. Better than doing it to my little brother…”
“We’ll do it,” I snapped, more to Kane than to Rachel. “We just need some information about him. His schedule, routine. Where he works, where he spends his time.”
“You’re really going to help me?” Rachel asked, cracking a smile for the first time.
“Of course.”
She hugged me, almost knocking me over. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Owen said you would help me. He said his life changed the moment you saw his bruises,” she said to Kane.
He nodded as I schooled a smirk. He saw Owen in the locker room last year andknew. He pestered the poor kid until he relented and told him the truth about his dad. Kane told him we would take care of it. And we did.
“Let’s get in the car to discuss this further. Don’t need anyone listening to this shit,” Kane ordered.
I made Rachel get in the front passenger seat because, hello, there was definitely cum on the back seat…Kane hopped in the driver’s seat and I got in the back.