Page 21 of Game of Revenge

A knock at the door causes him to stir, and I sigh. I guess we’re getting up.

“Yeah,” I call out, swallowing back another yawn.

Meyers opens the door, chewing his lip, and I push Tray away so I can sit up.

“What’s wrong?” I ask urgently. He wouldn’t be pushing his way into our room for anything less than an emergency. “Is it the baby? Do we need to go?”

“Carrie is gone,” Meyers says. “I’ve called her several times, she won’t pick up.

My heart starts to pound, but I have a feeling I know where she is.”

“Portland,” I whisper. “Do you think she went up to the old cabin? She was pretty hot and angry. We all are, but Carrie is built differently.”

“No,” Meyers grunts before slumping against the wall. “Fuck, maybe.”

Grabbing my phone, I call her, having a feeling that she’ll answer for me.

“Hi! Want to come see the surprise?”Carrie says, sounding different.

Shit.Are we really here again? Is Blakely making an appearance?

“Hey, best friend,” I drawl. “I would love to come see the surprise. Are we bringing the kids, or is this an adults only kind of adventure?”

Meyers eyes widen at my words, and I shrug apologetically. We’ve all been under a lot of sadness and strain, and everyone deals with it differently.

“Adults only,”Carrie decides.“Ms. Kay can take them home and keep life normal while we take out the garbage. I think we need a hunt. It’s been too long.”

“Alright Blakely,” I tell her, waiting to see if I’m wrong. I really would rather be wrong, but I'm this girl’s ride or die, no matter which side of her she’s showing the world.

“You remember me,”she croons, and I shake my head at Meyers.

“Of course I remember, doll,” I murmur. “We’ll get everyone situated and come up to see you at the cabin.”

I don’t actually know if she’s there yet, but I’m baiting her for information. Otherwise, she’ll lead me through a barrage of windy topics that go in circles. Blakely likes her riddles and secrets.

“It’s all set up,”she promises, my head dropping back in defeat. Fuck me.“I have it perfect now, but I’m really hungry and need to go sit and eat some ice cream now. See you soon!”

The line is dead as I drop the phone to my lap, sighing.

“Well, Blakely is fine,” I drawl, watching as Meyers closes his eyes with a groan. “She asked that you send the kids back with Ms. Kay to Portland, while we go up to the cabin. She says that it’s all set up and ready.”

“Damn,” Meyers sighs. “Is she being careful?”

“She’s rewarding herself for all of her efforts with some ice cream,” I tell him. “Let’s get the fuck out of this town before she decides to sacrifice a virgin or some shit.”

“Is the virgin evil?” Meyers asks with a wicked smile.

“I’m sure we can find one who is,” I say.

Why am I the voice of reason today?

It almost feelsnormal to return to the cabin, and we’re now sitting on the couch, eating pizza as we discuss our next steps.

“I want to find a way to bring our sheep to us,” Blakely says. “We need a game of sorts.”

“What about a scavenger hunt that leads them where we want them to go with a cash prize if they’re the last ones standing?” I ask. “I’ll design the website and email the invites out.”

“The money has to be enough for them to come up here,” Frankie adds. “If you make it sound exclusive and exciting, it won’t be difficult to get them to flock here. There are few people who will be on your list that desperately need more.”

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