Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“Do you?” he snaps, getting pissy with her. “Because I carried your unconscious body out of Death Valley, dropped Lacey off at the Miller’s, and then brought you here where I dressed you in my shirt, and you slept in your bed alone. I never touched you last night.”
Her teeth grind, and she fists her hands. “Yes, we did! You sat in a pew while I kneeled before you and sucked your dick.”
I don’t even voice my thoughts on how fucked up that is. But Law and Scout killed two guys in there, so who am I to judge? We’re all going to hell.
“I made you bleed.” She goes on.
“What?” Law laughs, unable to keep his composure. “You made my cock bleed?” His laughter grows.
“You sound crazy, Hen,” Scout tells her.
“Your thighs.” She points at his jeans, ignoring him. “I scraped my nails down your thighs.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
HENLEY
THE GUYS ARE just staring at me, and my heart pounds in my chest. Scout was right. I look like shit and feel worse. But a shower can wait. This is important. Once again, they do not believe what happened.
Law reaches down and undoes his jeans. I take a step back, not in the mood for any kind of sexual activities right now. No matter what they want.
He shoves his jeans down his legs to his ankles and holds his arms out wide. Standing in front of us in his black boxer briefs. “Look.” He states and lifts his black T-shirt to show his six-pack and defined V. “Nothing.”
“What?” I swallow, my eyes watching the way they flex as he breathes.
“Look at my thighs, doll.” He lets go of his shirt and runs his hands down them. “There are no marks. No proof you ever touched me.”
My eyes run over the light dusting of dark hair covering his muscular legs, and he’s right. There are no marks on him whatsoever. “I …” I had seen the blood. I had felt it under my nails. “It was there.”
He bends down and yanks his jeans up but doesn’t zip them. Instead, he steps into me, placing his hands on either side of my face. “Steve and Nicholas were there.” His soft blue eyes going back and forth between mine.
Why does he keep bringing them up? “No …”
“They drugged you, Henley.” He sighs.
Tears sting my eyes. “What?” No, he must be wrong.
“They had Lacey up in the chapel and messaged you from her cell for you to meet her up there. You gave her your keys to go. She came and got me,” he says. “You remember any of that?” His brows are furrowed at his own question.
I shake my head once as a tear runs down my cheek. He drops his hands and sighs, running a hand through his hair, looking as lost as I feel.
“Well, this explains a lot,” Scout says, lounging over on the couch.
“What?” I ask, my throat tightening. “I don’t understand.”
Scout’s green eyes meet mine. His doesn’t hold any concern whatsoever. He actually looks mad at me. Or disgusted. I’m not sure at this point. My head hurts too much to try to figure it out. “That whatever they gave you last night is the same thing you took that night at Death Valley … back in April.”
I frown and start shaking my head. “No.”
“Makes sense.” Law shrugs. “Hallucinations and memory loss of certain events. They very well could be one and the same.”
“No,” I say again. “I know what I saw. What I felt.”
Scout leans forward. “And we just all saw proof, Henley. Proof that what you think you did, didn’t really happen.” He stands. “Jesus, how long are you going to hold on to this?” Pointing at Dax, who hasn’t said a word, he continues, “He never touched Brenda. Just as Law didn’t touch you last night.”
I wrap my arms around myself, dropping my head. I saw him choke her. I watched her fight back. I felt her dead body. Just as I felt Law … a knot forms in my throat, making it hard to breathe. Fresh tears prick my eyes and I stare down at my bare feet, too ashamed to look at them. Was I wrong? Had I imagined it all? Law reaches out and grabs my arm, but I pull away. “Don’t touch me.” I hold back a sob.
“Doll …”
I spin around and run out of the living room and up the stairs, my bare feet slapping on the cold marble floor. I slam my bedroom door shut and go to the bathroom. I turn on the cold water in my sink and splash my face. I turn when I hear the door open to see Law has entered. “Leave me alone.” I sniff as water runs down my face and onto his shirt I’m wearing.
He ignores me of course, and walks over to me. “I would never touch you while you were in that state of mind, doll.”