Page 5 of Better Hide

“Find it,” I demand.

Jo looks down at her phone. She’s silent for a bit, typing, then there’s soft, familiar music, and she glances back up at me. “This is the song you chose when you posted for me?”

It’s F.Y.B.F. by MC BXB, but Jo plays it anyway—as if I need reminding like I haven’t relentlessly stalked her old account in the last six months just to see her face again.

I glare at her. “Yes?”

She glares back at me. “It’s stupid.”

“For fuck’s sake, Jo.” I shoot her a look. “Just post the damn picture. Put in your caption that you were taking some well-deserved time off.”

I thought the song I chose was great.

Cole swirls his hand in the cum on her stomach, then dips it down to her pussy. “Or, I could post it myself and, as punishment for not obeying, post another for every time I make you come.” He pushes his finger inside her. “This poor pussy could use a bit more lube. I’ll come inside you again; just give me a minute.”

Jo looks down, and panic flares in her eyes. I stiffen. What is she afraid of?

Cole also stiffens, and then realization flashes in his gaze. “We, uhhh, we both got snipped while you were gone.”

Oh shit. She’s worried about getting pregnant.

Jo looks between us as if trying to determine if Cole is lying. Despite myself, something odd twinges in my heart. We wouldn’t lie to her about that.

Jo glares at us, then taps on the phone and seems to accept the answer. Cole rests his head on her shoulder.

“Done.” Jo snaps and throws the phone down. “Anything else I can do for your highnesses?”

Oh, she’s just begging to be punished. I growl her name when my phone buzzes in my hand.

Unknown number: Hey, it’s Jon from PD. I don’t know where you are, but they’re doing a raid on Cole’s place. Found handcuffs and women’s clothes.

Unknown number: They got search warrants for your phone’s GPS. They know you and Cole were at Sage’s place the night she disappeared.

Unknown number: They have cadaver dogs, Jay. Please tell me you’re not wrapped up in this.

My entire body tenses.

Unknown number: I’m wiping this phone. Do the same to yours. They can’t know I contacted you.

Unknown number: Consider our debt even. I really hope this has nothing to do with you. Keep your head down, man.

I stare at my phone,a sinking feeling spreading through me.

They’re coming after us. They’re coming after Cole.

After Jo.

My entire body tenses.

I just got her back, and they’re trying to take her away. I haven’t had time to punish her for leaving us, dig into her pretty little brain, and figure out why the hell she keeps fighting.

And now, I might not.

Which is fucking unacceptable.

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COLE

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