Page 77 of Nocturnal Sins
“Santana, can we finish one thing first before we jump into another?” Sammie pouted. As cute as she was, I wasn’t giving into her.
“Nah. I want to finish two things at once so there’s only one thing left. Now, give me his address or I’ll find out for myself, Princess.” Five whiny minutes later, she gave up his address and number.
“I’m going too,” Marco announced.
“You can stay here with Sammie and wait for Kasey to get back.”
“You’re going to see a guy, right? Don’t you think both of us walking up on him would be much scarier than you by yourself?” He reasoned.
“Brady is a bitch and he’s scared of me anyway.”
“So let’s make it doubly fun then,” Marco had a glint in his eye that told me he was all for terrorizing Brady and I couldn’t really argue with that so I told him he could come along. Of course, that meant Sammie’s nosey ass was going to tag along too so all three of us went to Brady’s house for a chat.
“That’s his car,” Sammie pointed out once we blocked the driveway. “Santana, please behave. You don’t have to do much to scare Brady.”
“I know. It’s fun though.” I winked at her and she glared in return. Sammie opted to sit in the car while Marco and I knocked on the door. When Brady saw us standing there, all the color left his face. He looked like a fucking sheet.
“What’s up, Brady?” I smiled, gripping his shoulder entirely too hard. I shoved him backward into the foyer and stepped in, pressing him against the wall.
“Santana, what’s up? Wha—what did I do?” His blue eyes went wide when he saw Marco shut the front door behind himself.
“I don’t know. You’re going to tell me. Have you been messing around on Sammie’s phone?” I tipped my head to the side and stared him down. I was seconds away from stooping just to be eye level with him.
Brady shook his head repeatedly and swallowed a ball of nerves. “I haven’t even spoken to Sam since that party after graduation. I swear.” I stared at him for a while to determine if he was telling the truth. I didn’t put anything past anyone. Just because Brady seemed harmless didn’t mean he was. I knew how to figure it out once and for all though. I reached behind myself and drew my gun. I wasn’t going to shoot Brady, hell I wasn’t even going to pistol whip him. I just wanted to see the fear blossom in his eyes and I wasn’t disappointed.
Crimson crept up his cheeks as he stared down the barrel of my gun. “Santana, what the fuck man?”
“Give me your phone,” I said quietly.
“I’d listen to him, he’s fucking bonkers,” Marco laughed. “Bad temper too.” Brady was stuck staring at the gun for a few minutes. “Come on, bro. Move it!” Marco boomed. That snapped Brady out of it and he handed Marco his phone since my hands were occupied.
“Unlock it,” Marco instructed. Brady pressed his trembling thumb to the home button and the screen lit up.
“Someone has been sending Sammie really fucked up texts from an unknown number and I want to make sure you have nothing to do with it.”
“No, I swear to God. I had nothing to do with it. I would never do that to Sam.” His voice trembled just as badly as his knees.
“Good. Let’s hope you’re telling the truth.” I looked at Marco and he shook his head.
“Nothing in there, Santana.”
“Cool. You wouldn’t mind if we looked around your room for a burner phone would you?”
“No. I don’t mind. P—please look.” I finally let go of Brady’s shirt and he stumbled forward on clumsy feet as he showed us to his bedroom. Posters of oiled up half-naked models took up space on his walls and I couldn’t walk two feet without stumbling over the carpet of clothes on the floor. Brady voluntarily dumped his drawers out on to his too slender bed and pulled everything out of the closet to show he had no extra phone.
I believed him.
It was just fun fucking with him.
“Thanks for your cooperation, kid.” Marco slapped Brady on the back nearly sending him flying into the wall on the way out.
“Yeah, no problem.” Brady straightened his clothes and smoothed wrinkles from his crumpled gray shirt. “I’m sorry someone is fucking with Sam. She’s a good girl and doesn’t deserve stupid shit like that happening to her. If I can help you catch the guy…”
“You can’t,” I said effectively cutting him off. “Thanks for the offer.” Just like that, I eliminated another name off the short list.
“Did you hurt him?” Sammie quizzed once Marco and I were back in the car.
“No…but I think he almost pissed himself,” Marco laughed.
