saw the video. It still circulated online. These girls would be mortified when they woke up and found themselves in a closet with shit in their bathing suits, and that was enough for me.
And if they tried to get back at Jaz for this, well…then I guess I’d have to give them a little more than drugs and a laxative next time.
I returned to the girls outside, offering them each a cup. The liquid was clear, and since the alcohol was so strong, there was no additional smell. I’d hurried in the bathroom, so it wasn’t like I was gone for too long. Luckily for me, it looked like Deetra had worn down Chelsea, for both girls were plastered with smiles when I returned.
And they took the fucking cups and drank out of them, the idiots they were.
Chelsea winced as she drank it, but she soldiered on, not wanting to seem weak in front of me. “Wow, you go for the hard stuff right away, huh?”
I shrugged. “If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I like it hard.”
Deetra took a sip, though she didn’t grimace as Chelsea did. Holding her cup against her breasts, she leaned against my side, appraising me for the dozenth time tonight. “I bet you do,” she purred. “I’ve always liked tattoos. My parents would never let me get one.” Her free hand reached up, lightly touching the base of my skull.
“Where are you from, Dante?” Chelsea asked, taking another sip. “You kind of came to Midpark in the middle of a disaster, you know—and you picked the wrong side.”
“I follow wherever my bike leads,” I said, hoping I sounded mysterious and not stupid. Beside me, Deetra swooned. I had her in the bag. Chelsea was still being stubborn, but soon enough that drink would loosen her up, and the three of us would head upstairs. “And I’m a lone wolf, Chelsea. I don’t choose sides.”
“A wolf, huh?” she echoed, lifting a single eyebrow. Just when I thought she was going to say something insulting, she nodded and added, “I can see it.” Another sip of her drink.
Man, the way these two girls were guzzling that drink, I had to work on getting them upstairs soon, otherwise they might just fall over here and what good would that do me? I think everyone would get pretty suspicious if they saw me throwing both Chelsea and Deetra’s unconscious forms over my shoulder and disappearing upstairs with them.
“You two come here alone?” I asked, making a big show of looking around.
“Well, there would’ve been a third to our party, but seeing as how that Jaz bitch killed her, we’re down one,” Chelsea said, frowning as she finished the drink. She tossed the cup aside, letting it roll away as she came to stand on my other side. I was now stuck between a Chelsea and Deetra sandwich.
A year ago, I would’ve had some fun. Now? I didn’t want to touch these two girls, let alone touch them while they were drugged. I liked it rough, but not like that. When I was wild, I made sure all parties involved were into it.
I slipped my hands onto the girls’ waists, saying, “Let’s not talk about Jaz, hmm?”
Deetra hummed, running a finger along the zipper on my jacket. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Who says I want to talk at all?” I stared down at her, slowly drawing my eyes to Chelsea. “This house is huge. I bet we could find an empty room and get to know each other a little bit better. I can show you both exactly how hard this wolf can bite.”
As I thought, Deetra was more than ready to go upstairs, though I did notice she swayed on her feet a bit more than she had mere minutes ago. That shit worked fast. Chelsea took another moment to study me, as if wondering if this was a trick, but then she must’ve assumed I wasn’t a threat, that maybe she and Deetra could turn me against Jaz, and she nodded.
I corralled both girls inside the house, and helped them both up the wide staircase. We went all the way up to the third floor, waiting until we found a bedroom that wasn’t already in use. Who the hell needed a house this big? What the hell did they do with all the extra rooms? It seemed like such a waste.
The girls were in the room before me, and I closed