“Lie to us again,” I growled, “and I’ll remove your tongue so you can’t anymore.”
Rocket whimpered.
Dusty tried to puff up, but his eyes kept darting.
Wrecker held up a hand.“Easy, Joker.”
I took one step back, my chest heaving.
My mind flashed to Clove sitting on the bed, watching me tuck a gun away like it was normal.
Come home to me.
I forced air into my lungs.
Wrecker nodded toward Dusty.“You want to explain the camper?”
Dusty’s face tightened.“We don’t know what camper.”
Cole lunged forward and punched Dusty in the stomach.
Dusty doubled over, gagging.
Cole grabbed his hair and yanked his head up.“You wanna keep pretending?”
Rocket blurted, his voice panicked, “It was supposed to be the girl from the parking lot!”
The room went still.
Cole’s eyes went murderous.
“Keep talking,” Wrecker said, calm as hell.“Because I’m getting tired of the spitting.”
Rocket swallowed hard.“We… we got told she hung around the club.We thought we could grab her again and—”
“And what?”Pipe asked, his voice quiet.
Rocket’s eyes darted.“And make her pay for Timmy.”
Jonas coughed out a laugh that turned into a groan.“You guys are going to pay for this.”
Wrecker’s eyes narrowed.“Pay for what?Taking out the fucking trash?None of you deserve to fucking breathe, let alone tell us we’re going to pay for it.”
Dusty spat to the side.“We just wanted to scare her.She was a dumb bitch who didn’t know her place.”
Cole hit him again.“Call her a bitch again,” he growled.
Dusty slumped to the side.
Rocket started shaking.“We didn’t mean to take the wrong one.”
I leaned forward slightly, my voice cold.“But you did.”
Rocket looked at me, terror fully on his face now.
“And when she got away?”I continued.“You chased her.You were going to kill her.”
Rocket’s mouth opened.Closed.Opened again.“We… we couldn’t let her go.”