Page 39 of Sinful Little Lies

Hey bro, just checking in. Everything all good?

V storms back into the room and asks, “Have you heard anything from Emmett?” I shake my head, not wanting to say it out loud.

“Yeah. I got Blair’s voicemail. Aspen’s been texting her for hours and hasn’t gotten anything back.” Verena sighs.

“She shouldn’t be alone. Stay with her and I’ll get in touch with Emmett. Let me know if you hear from Blair. I’ll be back.” I promise, kissing the crown of her head and slipping out of the window. Hurrying back to my house, I text Eli to let him know we’ve got a problem.

Me

Emmett MIA. Blair, too. Be on standby.

Eli

Fuck.

Got it.

As if Emmettgoing missing wasn’t enough for one day, Baron called to tell me whoever was supposed to pick up the bags of…Leo, flaked. My mind shifts to a playful idea Verena had when we spoke about what to do with Leo’s remains and I wonder if she’d be willing to go through with it.

“Where the hell could they be?” I think out loud, pacing Eli’s room. Verena stayed at her place with Aspen. She’s in so much distress about Blair’s uncertain status, and I know Verena is feeling it too. It’s one thing when you know something sinister is going on, it’s another when you’re directly affected or affected by association.

The guys and I are at the house, waiting to hear from Emmett.

A call comes through and I reach for my phone so quickly, it slips out of my hand and Eli catches it. He looks at the name and then tosses it back, “Verena. Potentially useless.”

I imagine daggers shooting out at him from my eyes, directly into his. I know he means she most likely has no new information but there’s a million other ways to say that. Picking up the phone, Verena skips the formalities and gives me her update.

“Still no word from Blair. There’s really nothing for us to do except wait to hear from one of them? What about some fancy location trackers?” Verena questions.

Walking downstairs and into the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of whiskey and down it. “Trackers have to be implanted. We don’t have trackers, at least, none that I know of.” My hand skims over the skin of my neck and behind my ears, double-checking that I’m not sporting an unknown chip beneath the surface of my skin.

“While I have you, there’s something I need to tell you. The pickup for Leo was delayed and so I was wondering if we could use Plan B.” I say, my voice low. Silence greets me at the other end of the line.

“What was Plan B?” She asks.

I chuckle. “You know, make it into something delicious and deliver it to someone insufferable.”

She chokes on a laugh and my smile grows. “We’re going to make one hundred pounds of lasagna and deliver it to our enemies?”

Her giggles grow louder and my heart aches to hear it in person. She laughs a lot now and it’s the most beautiful sound ever made. A slight lump forms in my throat when the realization hits. I’ve always known I love her. But now I get the chance to fall in love with her. That’s the greatest thing in life I may ever experience.

No drug, kill, or bit of blood can compare to what she does to me.

Her laughter slows and she continues, “Alright. Which tunnel leads to a kitchen because there’s no way in hell I’m cooking Leo in my house.”

“Oh, of course not, darling. We have a wonderful kitchen down there. State of the art. You will love it.” Chuckling, I down my second glass of whiskey, when my phone rings. Emmett’s name flashes on the screen and I pick up without a second thought, ending my call with Verena. “Long time, no talk. Nice to finally hear from you.”

Emmett goes on a tirade about his dad being behind the disappearances. He orders me to bring James to the shed behind their house and sends me his location. I hang up, inform the guys, and shoot V a quick text.

Me

He’s okay. Meeting him now. I’ll update you later.

Her reply comes back quickly. My heart melts and my dick hardens at her words.

Verena

Stay safe.

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