Page 54 of Did They Break You

Van?

Still, her words register in my brain.

If her friends report her missing, I’ve got another problem on my hands and Remi Ocean has already given me too many fucking problems.

“Where’s your phone?” I ask her quietly as Storm watches.

She pulls back but keeps one arm around me as she shoves her other hand in her hoodie pocket and produces her phone, slapping it into my open hand.

I tilt it up and the screen brightens, a still fromI Know What You Did Last Summeras her background. Dawson’s Beach.

My pulse picks up speed as I stare at it, remembering the last time I watched that movie.

A sour taste coats the inside of my mouth as I think about the taste of her blood. Her spent body tucked up next to mine in my bed.

I shove that all aside.

The phone is locked. I turn it toward her, and she looks at the screen, knowing what I want. It unlocks with her face.

“Sloane andVan?”I prompt her, opening up her messages with one hand.

There aren’t many. Sloane. Van.Silas.

Someone labeled“Guy in history class,” which I don’t really like because the last message he sent to her says,No problem, babe.

I push that all aside. Who she’s fucking isn’t my business.

“Yeah,” she answers me, that word slurred. “Slo and Van.”

I open up the group chat with both of them. “What do I tell them?” I ask her, flicking my gaze to her gold eyes. They’re mesmerizing, and for a second, I can’t stop staring at them, even as she sways in my arms and tries to give me input.

“Tell them I drove off a cliff.” She laughs with those words, but I glance at her wrist, hidden by her hoodie sleeve.

My stomach churns.

“Cute,” I tell her, “but for some reason, I don’t think they’re gonna believe that, baby.”

Storm shifts his weight at the bottom of the stairs. “Baby, huh?” he asks softly.

I don’t look at him and just keep staring at Remi. But as I do, a text comes through, brightening the screen again, and I see it’s a message from Sloane.

Sloane <3

Rems. Where r uuu? I think I’m going home with Asa don’t judge me.

A message from Van pops up not long after.

Van

Judging.

I roll my eyes, but I feel relief flood through me all the same. “Looks like your roomie won’t be home tonight.”

Remi grips my shirt in her fists and leans back. I don’t stumble, but it is slightly uncomfortable. I’m over a foot taller than her, and she’s skinnier than I remember, but she’s still using me like I’m a jungle gym. She tilts her head back, her throat exposed, and I think about the porn I like to watch.

The way I like to fuck.

My dick gets hard thinking about it, but I look down at her phone and type out a reply with one hand.

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