Page 69 of Better Run
“That youknowof. People pay attention to missing women’s stories. You have luck, but this is the third time someone related to you has disappeared, Jayden. You know as well as I do the cops are sniffing up your ass right now.”
He sighs and glances towards the loft. “Anything new for her?”
“Not since I last updated you.” I’ve been keeping a close eye on the chatter surrounding Jo’s disappearance. Her best friend has started causing problems but has shifted a lot of the suspicion to Kyle, and that’s what the keyboard warriors are focused on at the moment.
He sighs in relief. “Okay. We’ll do it tonight. Our old spot.”
I nod. Good. Maybe I can still get my dick wet before we go.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Mary Jo
I’m sore, but Cole fucks me thoroughly as soon as I wake up. I thought I was done coming after Jayden, but I was very wrong. My body responds to Cole with hunger and lust.
I drag myself down to the shower, feeling fully used. When I come out, I pad up the stairs. I hear the men talking.
“We need to take her with us.” It’s Jayden.
“She won’t like it.”
I freeze on the steps. I’m not far enough up that they can see me yet.
“She’s already escaped us once, and she’s smart. It’s been weeks since she last tried. Something is cooking and I don’t trust her enough to leave her.”
Cole sounds frustrated. “Then dope her up and throw her in the back of the truck. You’re going to traumatize her.”
My stomach cramps.
There’s silence. Then, “I won’t hide who I am from her. She’s going to find out sooner or later. She deserves to know.”
My heart races, and I shudder in a breath.
“Jesus, okay. But you gonna patch me up after she tries to kill me?”
“You get off on that, don’t even try.”
There’s a dark laugh.
I feel sick. I kick myself for growing complacent. Of course, something bad is going to happen. They beat a man for touching me; these men who I’ve been having mind-blowing sex with aren’t good men. My hands and feet feel numb, and my vision is tunneled. I try to back down the steps and trip over my feet.
“Little one,” Cole’s voice sounds behind me. I jump and turn. My eyes feel wide.
If he didn’t suspect me before, he does now. He drops the act and narrows his eyes. “Were you spying on us, lemon drop?”
I swallow. He has on cargo pants and black boots.
“No. I’m getting cramps. I was going to grab a pad.” I start to go back down the stairs. If I can get to his room, I can get a knife.
“Get your shoes.” His voice barks in command. “We’re going out.”
I keep going. “Hang on, I’ll be right there.”
I hear footsteps and his hand grips my shoulder. He turns me around, making my back bump into the wall. I try to get my adrenaline under control. I raise my chin.
For a split second his gaze softens, but then it’s gone, and he looks dangerous again. “Now, little one.”
Fine. I stalk past him. He follows closely, within arms reach. I look around wildly, but there’s nothing within my reach that I can sneak. He’s hovering too closely. I grab my shoes and put them on slowly. I then look for my sweater.
