Page 58 of Drown in You

A closer look at the photo shows I’m wearing a different outfit and the sun is still up. But he knows where I am. Tracked me down somehow.

He’s already been here. He knows how to find me, and he could show up again at any time. When I least expect it. When I’m completely alone and vulnerable. Just as he and Stephen and Kade found me that night.

Have I learned nothing? I’m such an idiot.

Tears sting my eyes. I wish I could talk to Ten. Wish I could confide in him as I’ve always done and he’d comfort me in the way only he knows how. But it’s been weeks since I last heard from him. I’ve been through some of the biggest changes in my life recently, and he’s ghosting me. He obviously doesn’t care anymore, and I should stop hoping to hear from him again.

But I can’t give up on him. And I’m just as pissed at myself for that as I am him.

In a fit of rage, I type out a text.

Sienna

I could really use a friend right now and it’s honestly shitty of you to

A crunch behind me.

In the dimly lit parking lot, I catch a glimpse of red. The same Cadillac that was parked outside of the bar.

Marcus.

I hurry up the sidewalk. I need to get the fuck out of here. Somewhere with other people, where there will be witnesses if he gets his hands on me.

When I round the corner by the Village, a masked man leaps into my path.

A scream rips from my throat.

Four hulking masked men burst out laughing.

“Holy shit!” Knox lifts his mask and wheezes, bending over at the waist. “You should’ve seen your face!”

I smack his arm. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Behind him, Wes and Damien reveal their smirks beneath their masks. The only one who leaves his mask in place is Finn, his lean, beautifully sculpted face entirely hidden under the mask with x’s over his eyes and mouth.

“You scare easy.” Damien’s smirk doesn’t waver as the low words rumble from his mouth.

“You’re four giant men in masks in the dark. Of course I’m going to scream.”

“I don’t know about four.” Damien claps Wes on the shoulder. “But the three of us can make you scream.”

Knox’s bright eyes dance, and I’ll admit the masks are working for me. I’m into plenty of kinky shit, but even I don’t think I could handle three massive hockey players at once. The recovery time would take weeks.

Not to mention none of them are the Devil I’ve been fantasizing about. None of them are the Devil who’s made me come harder than I ever have in my life—twice. Except I absolutely, one thousand percent should not be fantasizing about that Devil.

“What are you all doing out here anyway?”

“Luke sent us,” Wes tells me, and their smiles turn eerie.

What the hell does that mean? It sounds more like a threat than an explanation. “For what?”

A low, quiet voice little more than a hum in my ear. “For you.”

Finn. He disappeared behind me without me noticing.

Before I can open my mouth, a hand covers my lips. Another covers my eyes.

Without a word of warning, they grab me.

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