Page 63 of If You Go
“Aye,” is all he responds with, and then everyone begins to move, preparing for what’s to come in four short hours.
Corver nods, fingers moving. Gunnar’s face is a hard line before he’s back on the phone, already double-checking routes.
We have a small window before dark. We shouldn’t rush without cover, but waiting is a different kind of danger. I hate that we’re counting hours and not bodies. The plan is simple: approach under dark, hit the power to blind their cameras, move quick, get Surry and any others. No heroics. Go home.
We push our gear into waiting sedans and stack like animals ready to spring.
And then my phone vibrates on the table. I see the name light up, and for a second, hope blasts through me like a flare.
Surry.
My hand goes for it before reason can tell me not to. The room leans in. I swipe answer and put it on speaker so everyone can hear.
“This is Brenden,” is how I answer, since I am positive it isn’t going to be Surry.
“You know, I could have called from my phone, but I was hoping that the sight of my sweet wife’s name on your phone would give you some hope. Which, if I’m being honest, you shouldn’t have. I forgot how great her pussy is. You failed tomention that when we spoke earlier. But these tattoos, they need to go. Which ones do you think I should burn off first?”
Gavin. Fuck this guy.
“Yes, I do know since I’ve been buried in it for the last few months. And if you even think about touching one of her goddam tattoos I’ll drive my boot so far up your ass you will be able to tie the laces with your teeth.” I look to Stefan with an apologetic look on my face, but he just waves me away. He knows I’m trying to ruffle Gavin’s feathers.
“Ah, yes. About that, I see she is not with child. Are you incapable of creating heirs, Brenden Slater?” Apparently, he has no idea that Surry cannot have kids. What a smart girl not saying anything. That is the best way to get her killed if he thinks she is useless to him.
“No, I’m not. But I also don’t do anything to Surry that is against her will. And children would be against her will. You and I are not the same, Gavin. Don’t try to relate to me. Or upset me. I know how the rest of your life will pan out. I’m not worried about it.”
“Speaking of which, where is my child. I assume Stefan is with you. Do they have my child? He has to be what, ten now? Eleven?” What the actual fuck, this guy thinks she had his kid from back then?
“All I know, is that I won’t be telling you shit, sweet cheeks.” I am hoping to make him do something dumb. Make a mistake.
Almost instantly I hear a slapping sound and regret my words, and then Surry lets out a yelp. I set the phone down on the table and walk away from it, punching every chair on my way to the wall and back again.
“My handprint looks so excellent on the milky white skin of her ass. Don’t you love that as well?” Then I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper.
I look at Gunner and mouth the words, we can’t wait, at him. He shakes his head and closes his eyes before turning to Corver who is already hopping onto his laptop without a word.
“Would you like to stay on the phone with me as I fill her with my seed, or would you like me to save you the embarrassment of fulfilling her needs and hang up first?”
“Let me talk to her. Now.”
“Ah ah ah, now Brenden. Don’t get any ideas. You can’t save her. You don’t even know where she is.” I’m about to say that yes, I do in fact know where she is, but both Josh and Stefan grab my arms and squeeze, reminding me of the end goal.
“You’re right, Gavin. I can’t. So can you at least let me say goodbye?”
“Now that is not what I expected. You hear that, Surry darling? He is giving you up. He would like to speak with you.”
“He-hello,” I hear the most beautiful voice on the other end of the phone. I want to assure her that I am coming, but I don’t know what to say without giving away our plans.
“Hey Siren, do you remember the first night we spent together?”
“Yes-” she answers, her voice trembling.
“Did you hear me say that I wish I could bottle your scent to always have it with me?”
“...Yes?” She sounds confused. Fuck, this isn’t working.
“I want you to know that I will forever smell your scent on my pillow. Do you understand?”
There is a long pause with no sound except for that of a slapping sort of noise. I don’t want to know what it is. I will pay for her therapy for the rest of my life as long as she lives through this.
