Page 88 of Savage Scream

Shit.

None of this would be happening if it weren’t for me, which is just another reason why I need to leave with Travis. Everyone will be safer if we are gone.

I open their door again, peering out. The only person in sight is Jared, standing in Rhys’ open doorway waiting for us.

I tug on their hands, and we rush out, Archie dropping my hand as they dash silently to Rhys’ room, and a moment later I join them, Jared closing us all in.

“What I want to know is why the hell you have a gun?” Rhys snaps at Jared, and when she takes me in, her mouth drops open. “And why the fuck do you have a big knife?”

“Now’s not the time,” I snap, and Rhys’ eyes widen.

“I forgot you’re talking now. Sexy AF, by the way.”

“Jesus, George. Now really isn’t the fucking time,” Jared snaps and Rhys rolls her eyes like Jared is being dramatic.

“Come on,” Shaun whisper-yells from Rhys’ open window. “Let’s go.”

The twins grab Rhys’ hands, tugging her to the window, and they climb out with Shaun’s assistance into the backyard.

“Go to the park a few blocks over and hide in the shadows. Don’t come out unless it’s me, Jared, or Griffin Marx.”

“Or the Angels,” Jared adds, and I look back at him with a frown.

“Griffin is on his way.” He holds up his phone. “With your aunties.”

“Wait, what? The Angel sisters are your aunties?” Rhys asks, but I ignore it.

“Go!” I hiss, and without another word, they rush off into the darkness.

I relax a little, knowing they will be safe, and turn my focus back to the people who aren’t.

Cynthia and Will.

“Game plan?” Jared asks as we dash through the kids’ living zone, and I shrug.

“Kill them if the Rogans aren’t going to be collateral,” I state, and he nods.

At the door dividing us from the rest of the house, I take a deep breath, summoning more calm, and then I ease it open.

A quick glance shows no one down at this end of the house, so we move out, heading towards the front.

The voices get louder the closer we get to Cynthia and Will’s bedroom, and when I hear a male cry out in anguish and a woman scream like an animal, I throw the door open wide, blade raised.

My eyes dart over the scene, a little confused at first.

Adam Kerr is leaning against the wall, laughing hysterically. A man I don’t know, but who is clearly on the Kerrs’ payroll, is lying on the floor clutching his junk as blood pools on the carpet below him. Cynthia is on her knees on the floor near the man, arms tied behind her back and her lips and teeth stained with blood. And William is what I am hoping is unconscious and not dead on the floor behind Cynthia with his hands tied behind his back.

“Oh, good.” Adam laughs. “You’ve come to watch the show.” He slaps his knee, still laughing. “Funniest fucking thing I’ve seen in ages.”

“Fuck you, Adam! She bit my dick!” The man on the floor hisses, and hell, I’d laugh too under different circumstances.

Go Cin!

“Now kid,” Adam turns serious, his eyes flicking over my shoulder to where Jared is standing, gun raised. “I’d think twice before doing anything rash. We are only having a bit of fun.” Adam turns his eyes to Cynthia. “Isn’t that right, Principal Rogan?”

“Come closer.” Cynthia hisses through her blood-soaked teeth. “I dare you.”

Again, Adam starts laughing hysterically.

---