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“To move you both into the same room and not let you leave until I’m told…”
“Where is she?” I interrupt and shove him against the back wall, both of us stumbling as if we can’t stand.
“She?” He stares at me with confusion dancing in his gaze and it only serves to further piss me off.
“Yes, Iris.”
“I don’t know. I’ve only seen the two of you.”
“Yes. Me and Iris. What the fuck is wrong with you, man?” I shove off of him, realizing he’s not one of the guys who actuallyknows anything. He’s no better off in this mess than I am. Well, maybe he’s a little better… he has clothes on and isn’t using his dick to point out everything in front of him.
With a huff, I go at him once again… this time shoving my forearm against his throat in an attempt to force something out of him. “Tell me where she is.”
“It’s only you and Banks here, bruh. That’s all I know of.”
I freeze, the possibility sending chills over my body in waves. “King is alive?”
He nods, staring at me like I’m the crazy one. And for this reason, I decide not to kill him where he stands. This guy will obviously never make it in The Brotherhood, but it doesn’t mean I can’t use him until they realize what a poor choice of pledge he truly is.
“Where is he?”
“Next room over.”
“Fuck.” I’m elated and terrified all at once. If he’s alive, there’s no doubt they’ve punished him beyond the torment they’ve put me through. “Wait. I saw his shirt.” A flash of memory hits me, reminding me of the grave and the digging.
The sophomore shrugs. “He hasn’t had one on.”
The mind fuck continues and for once, the events turn in my favor and I’m pleased. “Do you have a key to the room?”
“Yes.” I immediately begin contemplating my next move. They have eyes everywhere… so I know they’re aware that I’ve learned King is alive. They’ve no doubt seen I’m coherent and even if I attempt to reason and make a deal with this chump, they’ll witness it all. Somehow the fuckers always seem to be one step ahead.
“I want to see King. Now.” I start yelling, “King!” My roar echoes in the small room, leaving no possible way he can’t hear me,ifhe’s truly in the next room over. “King! I’m fucking here!”
Even when I stop shouting, the response is still a stony silence, which gives me no relief from my ramped-up adrenaline. He’s really alive. This is why I haven’t felt that deep loss that I thought I’d feel if he were truly gone. Numbness isn’t painful enough for actually losing King, so I have to believe this guy is telling the truth. He has to be.
“King. Fucking answer me!” I scream and then pause again. This time I hear a moan on the other side of the wall. You’d think after all the years of me hearing him fucking on the opposite side of a wall from me, I’d know his moans, but it was too quick and painful sounding… not the same kind of fucking sounds I’m used to hearing from King.
“Knock, kick… hell, I don’t care, just give me the fucking knock or something so I know it’s you.” I slam my hand down on the table, pounding twice, asking our traditional ‘you okay?’ and then hold my breath as I listen for his respondingthump, thump, back. It takes a few seconds, but I finally manage to hear it.
Of all the drugs I’ve ever experienced and all the highs I’ve chased over the years, nothing compares to the instant euphoria of knowing my best friend is alive after thinking he’s been dead for days. He fucking made it through that crazy shit show and now I have to make sure we all figure a way out of this prison, alive.
I have another purpose for getting out of here now other than Iris. I can’t fail King. He’s already proven he’d die before he’d let either of us be hurt. Now, it’s time for me to find a way to him, get us out of the next room, grab Iris, and escape from these sadistic fucks holding us as prisoners.
Chapter 7
KINGSTON
I’m dreaming…I must be, as the memory hits me from the last time I was with Beau and Iris. I can’t do anything to stop it or change it, the bit of hell keeps replaying in my mind on a torturous loop. It’s all too real, lifelike, for it to be anything else but the truth of what really transpired in the woods.
There’s a small click as my finger squeezes the trigger, but nothing happens. It hits me like a ton of bricks, I never checked to see if the fucking thing is loaded. Out of all the years of growing up in Texas and going hunting, as well as the shooting range and I skip the most important step. Check your weapon. Always. My father would fucking deck me for screwing up in a moment like this.
These motherfuckers and their goddamn tests. I’m so sick of it at this point that I’m too distracted to hear anyone come up behind me. In a split second, arms band around me, placing something over my mouth. In the next beat they have me blindfolded and ropes wrapped around my wrists. They begin to drag me away as I jerk my body, attempting to work myself free. Whoever has me in their fucking Hulk grip is strong, and I’m already exhausted from the fucked up week I spent chasingafter Iris and Beau. They were there on the ground and I could do nothing.
A gunshot rings out, the loud bang enough to make anyone not expecting it to jump. The sound echoes through the park and my heart stutters. There’s no way…Who the fuck did they kill? Beau? Iris?
With a burst of adrenaline, I shoot forward with everything I’ve got. I have no fucking clue where they have me now that they’ve dragged me away, and I can’t use my hands, nor make a sound. It doesn’t stop me from attempting to scream though, as I’ll do anything to get back. Wrenching my head behind me, it slams into the person at my back. There’s an angry curse hissed, then everything goes black…
I’m hot and sweaty, miserably nauseous as my vision blurs to light. What the fuck is wrong with me? I draw in a deep breath, and exhale. Then repeat it a few times, gaining no more clarity.
