Page 44 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“It was Tally, wasn’t it?” I ask. “You’re going to the girls. Are they okay? Is Ab—” I cut myself off, but it’s pointless. Oak knows. They all fucking do.

They always have.

Tally is the only one who has railed me for what I did, but I’m not stupid. There’s no way she hasn’t told her boyfriend every second of it. I wouldn’t be surprised if all the others know by now too.

“They’re drunk, okay.” He exhales a weary breath. “I’m just going to pick them up so they don’t have to get a taxi.”

“Sounds good, let’s go.”

“Elliot,” he warns, his expression hard.

“What?” I spit, unwilling to have a fucking discussion about this. If he thinks Tally’s call was important enough to leave mid-party, then I’m fucking going too. “You’ve been drinking.”

“I’ve had two, maybe three, beers max. I had a feeling she’d call.”

“Then let’s go and get them.”

He hesitates as I move towards where we park our cars.

“What?” I snap. “What are you hiding?”

His teeth clench and his shoulders tense. “Go back inside, Elliot. I’ve got this.”

My heart begins to race. “It’s Abi, isn’t it? What’s happened?”

“For fuck’s sake, man,” he complains rubbing the back of his neck.

I glare at him, refusing to back down until he gives me the truth.

We don’t lie to each other. Ever.

“Fuck. She’s wasted, okay. Tally called for a lift because she was vomiting on the pavement.”

“She’s what?” I hiss as I take off running towards my car.

“They took her out to let her hair down,” he calls after me.

“It sounds like it might have backfired,” I retort as I pull the driver’s door open and drop into the seat.

I have the engine running a second later and I floor the gas as soon as Oak drops in beside me.

“Tally is going to kill me for this,” he complains. “She specifically said to come alone.”

“I don’t give a shit. Get down on your knees and grovel. Do whatever it is you do that makes her swear.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls. I don’t need to look over to know he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. There is nothing he loves more than driving Tally to the brink of insanity and forcing dirty talk out of her mouth.

“Where are they?” I ask as I head into the middle of town.

Pulling his tracking app, he syncs it to my car’s Bluetooth so I can see their location on the screen.

“Bingo,” I hiss, zeroing in on Tally’s pin.

It takes us less than ten minutes thanks to my slight breaking of the speed limit. It’s worth it, not that something as small as speeding would stick. I don’t need my father’s power to get something like that swept under the rug, Oak’s dad could make it disappear in a heartbeat as well.

I slow my speed as the club appears in the distance before the shadow of a group of girls huddling together a little down from the entrance becomes clear.

“There,” Oak says, pointing out of the window as if I’m fucking blind.

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