Page 352 of Filthy Elites

It makes sense to feel that way, but I don’t have time.

“You said you didn’t love her,” I say woodenly, my legs pulled up against my chest, my feet on the edge of my seat.

Dare glances over at me. “You wouldn’t have fucked me if I loved her,” he states.

He’s never hit me before, but I feel like he just did.

Is he saying…?

My emotions are too raw to take a hit like that right now. I hug my knees closer and rest my face against my legs, trying not to cry.

He can’t love her. That can’t possibly be true. He’s had a whole fuckingrelationshipwith me, and the things he said about her…

There’s no way he loves her.

There’s no way he lied to me, because if he was lying about that, he could have been lying abouteverything.

Trust me,he said.

He asked for the impossible, and I fucking gave it to him, and now here I am.

“Did you give her that picture?” I whisper.

“No.”

I feel so fucking sad. At worst, I thought Dare might break my heart, but whatever this is, it’s much worse.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask softly.

“One of my dad’s developments,” he finally answers. “The model home. We’re almost there.”

A development sounds potentially big and empty, with no one around to help me.

What are they going to do to me once I’m there?

I think of the nail gun he used on Rina. All of the other construction tools they have at a construction site.

Oh my god.

They’re going to kill me.

Tears spring to my eyes as a fresh wave of terror rolls over me. My whole body shakes as the realization hits me.

The coldness. The fucking psycho bitch in my car.

She didn’t try to take me down, she just tried to take my kill.

I’m just prey to them. He doesn’t love me.

They’re both monsters.

No, no, no. That can’t be true.

But it makes the most sense. I don’t understand how or why. I’m so fucking confused and heartbroken, andnothing makes any fucking sense.

Dare hits the turn signal, presumably to signal Anae that this is where the turn is because there’s no one else on the road.

My brain tells me this may be my last chance to plead with him for mercy, but my broken heart doesn’t think he has any.

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