Page 139 of Unspoken Truths

Fuck, it’s really throwing me.

“Rachelle,” he says, his gray eyes moving over every inch of me. It’s as if he’s surprised to see me.

Or maybe he didn’t believe Emil when he said I was alive. It’s too bad the shotgun didn’t blow his foot off. Yes, my stepfather made sure to tell me all about that encounter.

“How did you find us?” I ask him.

“You love the beach,” he says. “I got in the car and started driving. My father has left me forty-five voice messages. I haven’t listened to a single one.”

“My car,” Lili says, shaking her head.

Ugh, we should have driven something much less recognizable. We suck at this disappearing thing.

“That’s how I found you,” he says with a nod. “It took three days, though.”

“Why was this so important to you?” I ask. “I just needed space from the Kings.”

“I’m not here as a King,” he says, swallowing hard. “Every time I close my eyes, I dream that you’re dead, Rachelle. Cold, blue lips, and never coming back.”

“Isn’t that the eventual point? I’m marked to die, you miserable asshole,” I say, my fingers holding onto the stun gun so tightly the tips turn white. “Why does it matter if it’s now or later?”

“I don’t want you to die,” he says, blowing out a breath. “I don’t want to do this bullshit with the Kings, either. I’m just in a really bad spot.”

“Fucker,” Lili snarls. “You’re not the one in the bad spot, she is!”

“If we do this, the Kings get the guys out of all of their responsibilities,” he says.

“I still don’t see the appeal,” I say. “Boohoo, poor little rich boys don’t want to do what their parents want them to do.”

“Elijah’s parents are sex traffickers,” Ignacio whispers, the tone so low, I have to lean forward.

“They’re… no,” I say, shaking my head.

“Don’t they run a shipping container company?” Lili asks before paling. “Well fuck a duck. That works perfectly. Poor Elijah.”

“He can’t just say no?” I ask.

We really shouldn’t be having this conversation like this, but I don't want to allow him inside yet or ever.

“Elijah was kidnapped this summer by his parents,” he says. “He’s still pretty fucked up about it. We, ah, planned to mess with you on your birthday to make him feel better.”

I swear I blacked out. I don’t remember turning on the stun gun, walking over to him, and frying his nuts. It just happened. Nor do I remember shoving it into his neck when he drops to his knees screaming.

“Rachelle, come on. We don’t need the cops called on us,” Lili reminds me, forcing me to step back and hide the stun gun behind my back.

“Fine,” I mutter, glaring at Ignacio who is twitching on the ground, sprawled out.

“Goddamn, little sister, why is my cock so hard right now?” he groans.

Heat rushes to my cheeks at his words, because I can see the entire outline of his cock in his gray sweatpants as he pants for breath.

“You’re kind of fucked up,” Lili says, smirking. “You want to fuck your sister, don’t you?”

“Lili,” I hiss, eyes widening. “What are you doing?”

“I need to see something,” she mutters. “You have a thing for pain too, huh? Does that get you off?”

“If you’re asking if I’ve come yet, not quite,” he says. “I may have if she’d held it to my neck a little longer.”

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