Page 90 of Waiting Forever
We park in a packed grassy field. Dalton makes sure he has enough room between him and the other cars to pull out when he leaves with Isa.
As soon as I have Prescott to myself, the plan is for Dalton to literally seize Isa, so Prescott sees her taken against her will. From there, they’ll head for the Range Rover and leave. Hopefully, the guard won’t pay them much attention with all the people coming and going from the party.
Once we get the alert that they’re in the clear, I’ll give the untouchable Prescott the beating he deserves before leaving with Ace out the back.
The four of us enter through the open front doors. Can’t say the party is as cool as mine used to be. There are a few Halloween decorations, but no black lights or spooky music, just stuff from today’s Hit List.
I went all out when I did a themed party. It adds to the fun. All this guy does is open his doors and offers a lavish place to get wasted.
We separate inthe crowded house andscout for Prescott. It’s going to be harder to find him if he’s in a room with a girl; likewise, if he is, it will be easier for me to beat the shit out of the punk mastermind behind my girlfriend’s attack and near assault. The thought sends blazing rage through my body. I need to keep cool. Because right now I want to kill the fucker, consequences be damned.
The earpiece hidden under my orange curly wig to my mask sounds with Ace’s voice. “Out back, to the right of the pool by the bar.”
“Copy that.” Dalton’s voice sounds next. “I have eyes on her.”
“On my way.” I force myself not to shove through the crowded house as I stalk toward the backyard. The pounding of my blood rushes my ears. I crack my knuckles, on edge and ready for a fight.
I spot the bar on the far side of the pool and head for it. Ace stands behind a group of people dressed like an old 1980s rock band. His sideway gaze never leaves Isa.
Dalton watches from a nearby keg that’s wrapped in orange festive lights.
Prescott is dressed like a rocker, too. Spiked hair, a ripped Guns N’ Roses T-shirt. What looks like fake tattoos cover his arms, and his torn jeans are way too tight. Black makeup lines his eyes. I want to beat his face for his poor taste in costumes alone.
Now to get him away from the crowd of slutty-dressed women who seem desperate for his attention.
Isa walks up to him and whispers in his ear. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, his attention on a blonde dressed up as a 1980s rocker groupie.
Isa scowls and inhales a deep breath before pressing onto her toes to whisper in Prescott’s ear again.
He stiffens, his complete attention on her now. His mouth twitches with a smirk, and he gazes down at her, surprise and arrogance in his eyes.
“Shit.” I touch my earpiece to talk. “She hit on him.”
“Don’t worry, I’m on them.” Ace nonchalantly follows the couple as they pass by him, headed for the house.
I follow Ace, trying to keep my distance, while Dalton catches up to my side.
“Act casual, like we know each other.” His words come through the earpiece, otherwise I wouldn’t hear him over the music.
Can he tell I’m brimming with pent-up energy, frantic for Isa and for what I’m desperate to do?
We reach the grand staircase in time to see Ace rounds the corner on the second floor.
“Slow down,” Dalton murmurs to me. The music isn’t as loud in this part of the house. “You need to stay in control. The whole time.”
I nod. Got it.
Ace’s voice meets my ear. “Double doors at the end of the hallway. They’re inside. I can’t see her. Entering to cause a distraction.”
Adrenaline floods my veins. Dalton and I quicken our steps. A couple making out closes themselves inside a bathroom.
They didn’t appear to notice us. The double doors lie ahead, one of the them open.
“The fuck?” A voice sounds through the earpiece. If memory serves me from the video, it belongs to Prescott.
“Shit. Sorry,” Ace says in response. “Thought this room was vacant.”
“No, it’s not fucking vacant and if it were, it isn’t available to guests,” Prescott snarls. “Get out and take this little dick-tease with you.”
