Page 58 of Rebel

I sent Stray on a little tour of the party to check up on the other two Venom guys. Since Noah wasn’t into cheerleaders—or women for that matter—we had to get a little more creative with him. Dom had followed him around the party, waiting for the right moment to slip some GHB into his drink.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure it would work. All it took was Noah setting his drink on a headstone while he went to take a piss. The damn idiot left himself wide open. A woman would never have made such a foolish mistake. Lucky for us, most guys never thought twice about that kind of thing.

Stray returned from his little tour, a satisfied smile on his face. “Noah is completely passed out in the church. There’s no sign of Colt anywhere. I assume he left with one of the cheerleaders. Looks like we can make our move anytime now.”

“Good,” I said, practically rubbing my hands together like an evil movie villain. “I can hardly wait.”

We broke away from the party, slipping into the woods where I’d seen the cheerleader leave with River. We hadn’t gone far when we ran into her on her way out. She tugged her skirt back into place before fixing her blonde ponytail. Did she screw him? Good for him. Might as well go out with a bang.

“I was just coming to tell you that he’s all yours.” She pointed to a large tree several yard yards away. “He’s on the other side of that tree. He can barely stand up. Remember what you said, Rebel. We had nothing to do with this. I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“You really don’t.” I could barely keep the smile off my face. “Thanks again. We owe you ladies one.”

We waited for her to return to the party before approaching River. He was just as she’d said, slumped on the ground, barely conscious. Casper and Dom hauled him to his feet.

I gave his face a slap. “Stay awake, motherfucker. We’ve got a score to settle.”

River’s eyes rolled in his head as he struggled to focus on me. “Go fuck yourself, Kane.”

I was happy to see that he still had his fighting spirit. This wouldn’t be nearly as fun otherwise.

“Let’s take him deeper into the woods. We don’t want anyone sneaking off to screw to come across us.” Motioning for the guys to follow, I led the way through the trees, using my phone light to help guide us.

When we were at least a mile or more away from the party, I came to a stop. Pulling the vile and syringe from the bag stuffed in my pocket, I wasted no time shooting River full of enough drugs to make him talk.

He grunted when I jabbed the needle into the side of his neck. “What the fuck? What the hell did you just give me?”

“Something to make you talk. You’re going to confess everything tonight, River.” I searched his pockets until I found his phone. This had to be recorded on his own device as well as mine.

“Screw you,” he slurred. “I’m not confessing to jackshit. What’s wrong, Rebel? Feeling the need for some payback? How is Storm anyway? That was a nasty fall she took.”

My fist smashed into his face before either of us realized it was coming. Pain slashed through my knuckles. “Fuck. Storm is just fine. She’ll be fucking awesome after I kill you tonight.”

That seemed to chase some of the drug fog away. River’s eyes widened, and he struggled harder to break free of Casper and Dom.

“You must really want to do some jail time. There’s no way you can kill me and get away with it. There’s already so much stacked against you. You’ll never see the outside of a jail cell again if you do this.”

“I wouldn’t worry about me,” I said. “You’re the one who’s short on time. You really fucked up when you went after Chase. But you signed your death warrant when you touched my girl.”

The beautiful thing about injecting drugs was that they took effect so much faster. We didn’t have to wait long before River was ready to talk. I’d helped myself to his phone, forcing him to give up the passcode. When he handed it over with little struggle, I figured this should be a breeze.

I also took out my own phone. I wanted a recording for myself, although I wasn’t stupid enough to make the mistake of sending it to my phone from his. Holding both phones, I made sure that River could clearly be heard. An audio recording was safer than a video under these circumstances.

“Now let’s get started, shall we? First question. Did you kill Chase Masters?” I made sure not to hit record until after I had spoken. I didn’t want my voice in the recording.

River’s face contorted as he fought the urge to spill the truth. His eyes were glassy, rolling in his head from the myriad drugs bombarding his system.

“Eat shit and die, motherfucker. You know I fucking killed him.” River’s knees buckled. He hung between the two guys, dead weight.

Momentarily pausing the recording, I asked, “Killed, who? I need specifics.”

“Chase fucking Masters. I fucking killed him. I cut out his fucking organs because everybody in this shithole town knows you’re a black market organ dealer.” River’s head hung as he sucked in deep, shaky breaths.

I didn’t love his remark about my business, but nobody could prove a damn thing, and he did just admit that he tried to frame me.

I made sure to pause every time I spoke and record again when River responded. He struggled to remain upright. Eventually, Casper and Dom let him go to his knees but continued to hold his arms. I sure hoped the bastard didn’t black out on me. I wasn’t done with him yet.

“When did you kill Chase Masters?” My tone was calm and even despite my urge to break the guy’s face.

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