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underwear on. I get a feeling he can still see me even though my room is dark.

His light shuts off, covering them in nothing but darkness, and then I hear his car door open and close. The headlights come on as the engine roars to life. And then it takes off, driving back down the way it came.

I run back into my bathroom, put on the same blood-stained clothes I was wearing, and then grab a new pair of jeans and t-shirt and leave my room. Making my way down to the kitchen, I go into the pantry and grab a trash bag. Then I rush to the garage.

Flipping on the light, I see the white Escalade SUV, a yellow Hummer, a white Jag, and red BMW in the six-car garage. I ignore them all and start opening the cabinets along the wall until I find what I’m looking for.

Then I turn the lights off and head out the back door, knowing what I need to do.

CHAPTER THREE

COLE

STANDING IN MY shower, I take deep breaths as the water washes away any remains of the man who we killed earlier. And although I should be happy, I’m not.

He was right. I’m not God. I shouldn’t get to choose who lives and who dies, but I do anyway. He deserved to die for his sins. As far as mine? I should have died. Everyone in this town feels that way. I wish I could answer the questions they are too afraid to ask me. Because they fear me. My rage. I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. But over time, it has just gotten worse, and I’m growing tired of holding it back. I found comfort in letting it free and allowing it to take over me. But then when it leaves me, I’m cold all over again. Nothing but emptiness.

I hang my head and let it hit the white tiled wall with a thud as the water runs over my head and back. I fist my cracked knuckles and enjoy the tightness in my joints. The pull of my broken skin. It’s the only reminder that I’m still alive. The only way that I know what I did was right.

Jeff deserved to die!

We didn’t have time to sit back and wait for it to happen. And pray that it was a slow and painful death. Although, we did take his life too fast, if you ask me. I would have drawn it out longer if we had not been interrupted tonight.

Austin Lowes. She’s going to be a fucking problem. But once I figure out what my options are with her, I plan to take care of her.

I turn off the water and open the glass door, picking my towel up off the floor and drying off. Wrapping it around my hips, I make my way into my room and grab a pair of sweatpants out of my closet. Noticing the clock on my nightstand, I see it’s almost 3:00 a.m. Kellan, Bennett, and Shane all had places to go and women to fuck after our get-together in the cemetery. Deke and I, however, went back to the clubhouse afterward before going home. We had some things to discuss regarding Jeff and what we wanted to do next. He never once questioned the fact that I hadn’t wiped the blood off. He knew better than to ask.

Once dressed in my sweatpants, I grab my phone off my nightstand and see I have a message. I frown. The number is not saved as one of my contacts.

Opening it up, I notice it’s a video. And I just received it a few minutes ago. I press play.

It’s dark, so I squint to make out the image. I hear a match being lit followed by flames. The person holding the phone takes a step back from the burning object.

“Do you see that, Cole?” an unfamiliar voice asks over the sound of the crackling fire.

“What …?” I trail off as the person starts to circle the fire. But I still can’t place where they are or what is burning because it’s too dark and the fire is causing a glare.

It comes to a stop, and the camera spins around. My jaw tightens when I see it’s Austin. She looks the same as she did a little over three hours ago when I let her run off. All I can see is two black straps on her shoulders. Her face and neck smeared with