kitchen and make my way to the back patio.
“What are you doing out here?” I ask, seeing Cole in the pool doing laps. No surprise there.
He pushes the wet hair from his face. “Needed to relieve some stress.”
“Austin still mad at you?”
He nods his head. “She locked herself in Lilly’s room for the evening.”
I snort and light my cigarette. Guess that talk earlier didn’t go so well for him. “I’m surprised that stopped you.” A locked door isn’t gonna keep him away from her.
“Oh, her ass is gonna be in our bed when she wakes up in the morning,” he says matter-of-factly.
“I’ll make sure to leave early.” I take a drag and lean back in the lounge chair.
“How did things go with Demi?”
I grunt. “Well, I left her in her bed naked and wet.” After I got her off.
“Sounds like we both have some groveling to do.”
“I can go get pussy anywhere.” I give him a smug smile. “You’re the one limited to one.”
“But you want Demi’s.”
The smile drops off my face, and I take another drag. “I’m not going to touch her. Again.” I’ve made up my mind. We’ve both overstepped a line, and I’m drawing a new one. It’s over.
I change the subject. “Heard anything from Bennett?”
“I spoke to him a couple of hours ago, and he hasn’t got any leads on Evan Scott.”
“He once said that when Austin stole Jerrold’s laptop, there was shit there that he missed.” I growl.
Austin had dared Shane to steal Jerrold’s laptop and that also gave us access to all the bank accounts to JJ’s Properties—Jeff and Jerrold’s businesses. Bennett syphoned all the millions combined from those accounts, and we split it equally between us. But what Bennett almost missed was that it also held details revealing that his brother Jeff—the guy we were killing the night Austin found us in the cemetery—had been paid by Bruce, Austin’s dad, to tamper with the brakes to Cole’s car, which ultimately led to the accident that killed three of our friends.
“Do you believe him?” he asks.
I take a drag of the cigarette and slowly blow the smoke out. “I think that whoever is behind it is smart. And they have help.” He frowns. “It’s gotta be more than one person.”
“What makes you say that?”
“A hunch,” I answer. “And Austin had mentioned us having enemies in Collins. She wasn’t wrong. It’s the only thing that makes sense. Someone back in Collins is helping someone here ’cause no one here knows what all we’ve done in the past.”
“Except for us, Demi, and Becky. The girls admitted that they read Austin’s journal.”
“Yeah, but we don’t know what all was written in there. And she hasn’t had it since she was shot. And they knew that we killed Kellan.” His name was marked out in red.
“But that was all over the news.” He shrugs. “People thought I killed him. They just couldn’t prove it.”
Five months ago
I called the cops on our way to Bruce’s from the clubhouse. But I didn’t disclose that Kellan was involved. I gave an anonymous tip that there was a homicide at the Lowes’ residence, then hung up. When we arrived, Austin was lying in a pool of blood in the kitchen, and Kellan was leaning against the countertop. Cole told me to remove him from the scene because he didn’t want the cops getting to him first. So, I brought him up to the abandoned cemetery behind the Lowes estate, making sure I didn’t leave a trail of blood. Kellan doesn’t deserve to be behind bars. What little life he has left is up to Cole.
Cole reaches down and grabs Kellan’s ankle, dragging him across the uneven ground. Even though we are too far from the Lowes’ residence and no one can hear him, Cole drops his ankle and then straddles him, placing his hand over Kellan’s mouth to quiet him.
“I’m not even going to ask you why.” His bloodied chest rises and falls quickly as he sucks in breaths through clenched teeth. “Because it doesn’t fucking matter.” Then he punches him in the face. Kellan opens his mouth to cry, but Cole does it again. And again.
I don’t stop him. Or offer him any help. When Cole is in this kind of mood, you just stand back and thank God you’re not the guy he plans on destroying. He used to do this for sport, but ever since Jeff, things have escalated to murder. And I don’t hold him back. If anything,