Page 174 of Vile Boys

I turn around and run off.

“Hey, aren’t you going to help me get out of here?” Blaine yells, but I pay no attention to it as I rush downstairs.

Ares will deal with him later. First, I gotta find her and get her back before he realizes she’s gone.

I grasp my car keys and storm out the door, headed straight for my car. I press a button to open the gates to the property before I hop inside and hit the gas. The tires screech as I dial her number and wait until she picks up, but of course she won’t.

“Pick up, goddammit! Don’t you know what’s at stake here?” I growl after the beep. “Where are you?”

My car veers around the corner, barely avoiding the cliff near the school’s gates, and I race down the mountain while I smash my fingers onto my phone. Lucky for me, I was fucking prepared for when she’d escape my grasp. I had Blaine install a tracking app on her phone, and it’d better be his saving grace, or I swear to God I will go in there and strangle him with his own dick.

I tap the app and wait until it does its work, impatiently hitting the gas until it finally finds her location. The street outside her mom’s house.

Got her.

I race down the mountain, not giving a shit about oncoming traffic as I speed through a red light. All this fighting death only gets me hard.

Does she really not understand what she’s messing with here?

She can’t save her mother from us just as much as she can’t save herself.

My car swerves through the streets as I turn a corner and head for her mother’s home. Time is ticking, and there’s no time to waste. If she so much as even speaks a single syllable to her mother about what we’ve done …

Fuck. If only Blaine hadn’t been a goddamn weak link.

I slam my hands onto the steering wheel in anger. The image of him lying there in his own cum is really seared into my mind.

What the fuck did he do with her?

Did she mess with his head and then chain him to his bed?

And why was he the one who was tied up?

I swallow away the lump in my throat, pushing the thoughts away. There’s no answer to them anyway, not until I find her, and I fucking will.

When I finally get to the street her mother’s house is on, the rage takes hold of my heart. Crystal’s right there, a mere two houses away.

I push the pedal and race until I finally catch up with her, swerving across the lawn until the car comes to a full stop in a sideways position, blocking her path.

“What the f—” She jumps back and gawks at the car. “Caleb?”

I push open the passenger’s door and bark, “Get in.”

Her face contorts, and she clutches the same little bag she brought to the party. “No.”

“Do I look like I’m up for bargaining?” I growl. “You took ourfucking deal. You do what we say.”

“I don’t fucking care.”

She tries to pass by my car, so I open my door and jump out to block her way. “No. You’re not going to her house. You’re not going to talk to her. You’re not going to do anything except sit your ass down in my car, or so help me God … I will fucking end it all myself.”

Her pupils dilate. “What?”

I point at the passenger seat, allowing her one last chance to make the right choice. “Get in the car. Now.”

She shudders in place, glancing briefly at her mother’s door before lowering her gaze.

“I needed to know she was okay,” she says, tears welling up in her eyes. “That she could be safe regardless of my choices.”

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