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I don’t hear anything, but without a second thought, I drive the sharp tip of the blade into Dylan’s abdomen. His screams are soon followed by a gurgling sound as blood pours from his mouth and wound. His baby blue eyes stare right into mine, and I watch as the life slowly seeps out of them.
It doesn’t take long for him to die.
Ezra, Lee, and I make quick work of wrapping up his body, dumping it into a metal drum, and filling it with cement.
“We need to dump him in the lake,” Ezra grunts as he pours more cement into the drum to fully cover Dylan’s corpse.
“I thought you said you heard sirens,” I point out, turning to the window and searching for the blue and red lights in the night.
Ezra cracks his neck and wipes the sweat from his forehead. “I thought I did.”
“This isn’t the time to be getting distracted, man,” I grunt, helping him and Lee lift the drum and haul it into the bed of Lee’s truck. “She left. Just move on already.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jay,” he growls viciously.
I shouldn’t have said that, but it needs to be addressed. He’s been a mess ever since his girl left him a few weeks ago. He’s been getting distracted, paranoid that the police are on our asses at least twice a day…
We’re in the middle of a fucking war, and our leader is still pining over some girl who probably didn’t even love him to begin with. I don’t know the specifics of their relationship, and I honestly don’t give a fuck, but if she just up and left, I’d just forget about her and move on.
But that’s just me. My brother has an obsessive streak he can’t seem to curb.
Lee closes the tailgate and the three of us get in.
“Just don’t fucking talk about it,” Ezra grumbles, irritated.
“Sorry, man.” I put a hand on my chest—right over where my heart would be if I had one—and try hard not to laugh.
He cuts me a glare. “And no sarcasm, either. I’m not in the mood.”
I roll my eyes. “You haven’t been in the mood for weeks.”
“If you have something to say to me, Jayden, then just fucking say it already.”
“Enough!” Lee shouts, startling us. “This isn’t the time or place to be having this conversation. Shut the fuck up.Both of you,” he says pointedly to Ezra when he starts to protest.
I roll down the window and let the chill of the night air cool my sweaty skin. Maybe a part of me is bitter that I want what Ezra had with what’s-her-name. Most women don’t want anything to do with me because of my appearance, my voice, my job… And the ones who do get close only want to fuck.
Don’t get me wrong, sex is great, but sometimes I want more than just a one-night stand. It’s hard finding someone who wants me for me, and not because of what being with me will get them.
Sometimes I wonder what kind of boyfriend I would make. If I’d be the obsessive, possessive type like Ezra, or the puppy-love type like Lee.
I’m taken from my thoughts when Lee comes to an abrupt halt by the edge of the lake.
“Let’s do this quick,” Lee says quietly, looking around the eerie scene. “This place gives me the creeps.”
I snort and hop out. “Since when are you afraid of the dark, Holloway?”
Lee opens the bed, and we each grab a section and haul it out of the truck bed. “I’m not. Do you know how many bodies are at the bottom of this lake? Bodies thatweput there?”
We dump the drum into the lake and watch the water bubble as the drum slowly sinks to the bottom.
“So it’s ghosts you’re afraid of?”
“Not ghosts. Spirits. Angry, malevolent spirits that want to drag us down to Hell with them.”
Ezra and I share a look when Lee practically jumps back into the driver’s seat, finger hovering over the automatic lock while he waits for us to get back in.
I guess our beef is over for the time being.
