Page 16 of Dirty Little Secret
I fucked up, Jax, I couldn’t let it go. I need your help.
The message alone is ominous, but the image that he sent after it has all the blood draining from my face. Panic like I have never felt before is setting in. It takes me five minutes to form the words I need to.
“We take this to our fucking graves, Jackson. No one can fucking know about this, do you hear me? Fucking no one.” The world moves fast around me as I stare down at my best friend. His eyes are vacant as he stares back. “Let’s go help my brother cover up a murder.”
NINE
SAVANNAH
I can still feel the ghost of them inside me.
I lie awake in bed, reliving that night in the woods alone with them. I'm not ashamed to admit that I’ve used my Satisfyer Pro so many times this week, just to curb my need for them, but it’s not enough. I don’t think I’ll ever get them out of my system. I’ve spent every waking moment since wishing they’d find their way to me, to dominate me, and force me to obey their every command.
River tried convincing me to go out with her tonight, but I politely turned her down. I’m not going anywhere. What if the masked men show up at my dorm room, hoping to fuck me, and I’m not even there? Thanks, but I’m not missing that for the world. I’d much rather spend my Friday night beingused like a fuck doll than going out drinking and dancing.
My phone pings beside me, and I roll my eyes. River’s probably pestering me, hoping that I’ve changed my mind, but when I swipe open the message, I realize that it's from an unknown number.
Unknown:
You thought we forgot about you, didn’t you?
Me:
Who is this?
Unknown:
C’mon, Little Viper, you know who it is. Now be a good little whore and follow the instructions, because if you make us wait, we won’t let you come.
My breath hitches, and my body starts to tremble with longing as I reply.
Me:
Whatinstructions?
Unknown:
You’ll get them soon. You have twenty minutes, Little Viper.
Oh my God.
I force myself to focus, and I climb out of bed as fast as I can. I run around my room like a madwoman, trying to find something sexy to wear. When my phone pings again with another text, I leap across the room, anticipation at seeing them again taking over me.
They drop me a pin to their location, and my eyes widen. If I don’t leave right this second, I’ll be late. I grumble when I look down at the oversized band hoodie I’m wearing, and curse myself for deciding that today of all days would be a perfect fucking day to wear nothing but a pair of black Spanx underneath.
“Fuck it.” I sigh, then shove my feet into my Docs, snag my keys off the hook, and rush out the door like my ass is on fire. The drive to the location goes by in a blur because I’m so excited to see my guys again. I need them even more than they made me need them on Halloween night.
I pull into the parking lot, and I’m a little confused as to why they told me to come here of allplaces. No one uses this end of the beach due to the amount of rips, and it’s completely closed off and locked to the public. I pull out my phone to text them. Am I in the right place? If I’ve fucked up and I miss out on seeing them, I’ll die, I swear to fucking God. A text comes through, interrupting my raging thoughts.
Unknown:
Follow the track to your right and don’t stop until we tell you to.
I swallow audibly and climb out of my car. The excitement I felt earlier lessens as I begin my trek through the woods that border the beach, and as I walk further into the trees, darkness envelopes me. A strong sense of foreboding washes over me, and the hair on the back of my neck raises. Anyone could be out here, and I’d have no way of knowing until it’s too late.
I can feel eyes watching me, and I know that someone is out there, but I can’t see them. It’s overcast, which means that I don’t have the light of a full moon to guide me as I walk into the darkness like I did on Halloween night.
The cool wind picks up, and I’m cursing myself for my useless fucking outfit.It’s November now, which means it’s starting to get fucking cold. Yet, my body shivers for reasons that have nothing to do with the weather.
