The circumstances were odd, but I was like an addict. I’d take what I could.
“I dunno, Scar, why don’t you show me what you got and I’ll see if you’re worth enough to earn anything.”
Motherfucker.
Pissed, I tried to snatch the clothes from his hand, but he just laughed and held them out of my reach. “Oh! T.W. thinks she’s slick!” he laughed.
I lost my balance, falling onto my hands and knees, and Bonham, Godfrey, and Luis all laughed. “There she goes! Right where she belongs.”
I saw red.
Before I could open my mouth to say anything, Rogue’s voice broke through their laughter. “Cut the shit and give her the clothes. The sooner she’s dressed, the sooner we can dump her.”
I flipped him off, since I knew he was watching me through the rearview mirror, even if I couldn’t see. Luis relented and tossed me the clothes, then I quickly pulled them on, trying to ignore Rogue’s choice of words about “dumping” me, no doubt to remind me that they just dumped that body into the lake.
The oversized sweatpants and hoodie smelled like Luis. I breathed in his scent, hoping they couldn’t see how pathetic I was being. “So who was that guy?” I finally asked, earning a satisfied smirk from Godfrey. I watched him bite his lip, like he wanted to spill a million secrets just for the fun of watching my shocked expression. But of course, he didn’t.
“None of your concern,” Rogue answered. “Everyone out of the car.”
Luis finger waved at me in that mischievous way I used to love about him, before exiting. Bon, however, lingered long enough to whisper something in Rogue’s ear. Godfrey was the last to leave. He chanced a look at Rogue before leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. My skin burned where his lips touched me, but it still felt oddly comforting. I leaned into his lingering touch, and when he pulled away, I caught Rogue staring at us. It was all for show. For what, I really didn’t know. But I let Godfrey kiss me nevertheless.
Rogue got out of the SUV to open the trunk. “Get up front, Scarlett,” he ordered. Something about the way he said my full name made me go tense.
I looked around at the crowds of people. Where was Rogue going to take me? What was he going to do? At least here, in front of the club, someone would see me and hear me scream. If I got into the front seat of this SUV and let him drive off, I could easily find myself just as dead as that mystery man.
“No,” I replied warily.
“Get. In. The. Front. Seat.”
“Promise me you won’t kill me,” I blurted.
Maybe it was bold, bargaining with a killer. But the reality of my situation had started to sink in. I allowed myself to be distracted by the hope of being an Heir girl again, but the truth was like a slap to the face. Rogue slit a man’s throat. He chased me down and tackled me in the woods.
He kissed me. He kissed me. When he still had blood on his hands. And I liked it.
“It depends on how well you cooperate,” he finally said, deadpan. A group of women dressed in tight skirts walked by us, eyeing my outfit with a sneer.
“I’ll scream.” I was clinging to the hope that he wouldn’t hurt me if I stayed here. Rogue turned to look behind him and sighed. He then thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out a phone.
“Call your mama.”
“What?”
Rogue snarled before dialing the number himself. I tried not to preen at knowing he still had my number memorized. But...it was close to two in the morning. What the fuck was he thinking?
“Hello, Mrs. Livingston, it’s Rogue Kelly.” I couldn’t hear my mama on the other end of the line, but I could just imagine her angry,but curious screeches flowing through the phone line. “Listen, I’m so sorry to call this late, but Scarlett broke her phone and fell asleep during the movie we were watching. I know it’s been a while since you let us have a sleepover, but I was wondering if you could make an exception?”
I should have screamed. I knew I should have. I should have opened my mouth and let out a yell, begging her to save me. But of course, there was the issue of me being fucked up.
Rogue nodded at whatever Mama was saying. “Yes, of course. She just seemed so stressed