beside me in the van and the silence between us all made my anger even sharper. Shouldn't we have been coming up with a plan? Why was everyone so fucking quiet? Part of me feared what was going through their heads though so I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to get them in trouble for knowing what I was gonna do.
Leaving my friends behind wasn't something I wanted. But if I could just get to Rogue, take her somewhere safe, then I could contact them. There was still a chance we'd all end up in our new life. I wasn't giving up.
The van pulled to a stop and the door opened. We were home, back in the garage and Luther gazed in at us with pride in his eyes.
"Chase, Johnny James, you can stay here for the night. Out you get." He beckoned us forward and Fox got out first and the rest of us followed.
JJ's face was cold and empty and my gut twisted for him. I hadn't wanted this fate for him. For any of us. But we’d had to do what it took to save Rogue. I just hoped he didn't blame her. That none of them did, because the hollow look in their eyes told me this was gonna impact on them forever. It wasn't like I was unaffected exactly, but I was more worried about my girl than some snitch in the ground. I'd always known there was something missing in me when it came to blood and gore. And I was glad of it now. My mind was clearer than theirs. I could focus on what still needed to be done and work out the details later.
"Strip," Luther commanded, heading over to a metal storage box and taking out a garbage bag. We all pulled off our clothes, dumping them into the bag, underwear and all then Luther jerked his chin at the door that led inside. "I'll dispose of these. You all head into the house and get showered. Fox, Rick, give your friends some clothes."
We nodded, none of us breaking the silence as we walked inside, heading upstairs all the way to the first level and Fox directed JJ and Chase into the guest bathrooms before looking to me.
"We have to do something, Fox," I whispered and he frowned, shaking his head at me.
"It's over, Rick," he said, his harsh tone making my breath catch.
He walked silently into his room before he kicked the door shut and I growled under my breath, pushing into my room and heading straight into the en-suite which was half the size of my brother's. I set the shower running then moved to the sink, washing my hands and face of blood before returning to my room and pushing the bathroom door shut. I hurried to my closet, dressing in some jeans and a black hoody before lacing on my Converse and grabbing the backpack I'd stuffed in here earlier after Luther had caught us. I checked my crypt key was still there before pushing another warm hoody into the bag for Rogue then put the bag on my back and headed to the door.
I cracked it open, the sounds of showers running reaching me from all along the hall and I took a heavy breath before stepping out and hurrying downstairs. This wasn't goodbye. I'd find a way to get us all together again. But there was no fucking way I was leaving Rogue to her fate.
The house was silent downstairs and I moved along carefully, gazing through the windows as I searched for any sign of Luther. I spotted him by the fire pit in the covered seating area out the back where the property led onto the beach and my pulse skipped as I quickly hurried in the opposite direction. I wouldn’t be able to get off of the property with my motorcycle because of the men on watch at the gate. So I ran flat out to the kitchen then unlocked the sliding door that led to the patio and pushed it closed behind me. The rain was cascading down on the pool, causing ripples and splashes all over it as I ran to the brick barbecue on the other side of it. I tugged up my hood as the rain beat down on me, gazing up at the tall wall that boxed this place in as I climbed onto the barbecue.
With a deep breath, I leapt for the top of the