Steve struggles as Scout lifts his feet up off the floor, but there’s no way he’s getting free.
“Law?” She moans in my arms, and I know whatever they gave her made her horny. They didn’t want to fight her. They wanted her compliant and willing to do whatever they wanted. Forcing someone leaves bruises and not to mention memories. If she’s drugged, she won’t fight, and she also won’t remember it to testify against them in court. That’s if the cops even believe her and bring them in for questioning. After what happened with her and Monroe, I’m guessing Steve and Nicholas wanted to take advantage of that situation, knowing her words wouldn’t be credible. Of course, that’s only if they planned to let her live.
I lay her down on one of the pews and push her dark hair from her face. “You’re okay, little doll,” I tell her. She reaches out for me, and it almost has her rolling off the edge. I push her back onto it. “Stay right here. I’ll be back.”
I stand just in time to see Scout release Steve, and he falls to the floor. Facedown and dead. “Where the fuck is Lacey?” I ask, running a hand through my hair. Fuck!
“Downstairs with Matthew,” Scout answers, unwinding his belt from his fists and putting it back on. He’s shirtless, sweaty, and panting from the fight I’m guessing he won downstairs. “How’s Henley?”
“Fucked up,” I say, looking back down at her. Her eyes are closed, but she’s running her hands through her wet and tangled hair. She raises her hips and releases another moan. “Extremely fucked up but untouched,” I add, knowing they didn’t get very far with her, thanks to Lacey coming to get me.
“Shit!” he hisses, kicking the dead body of Steve.
“Get her and Lacey out of here, and I’ll take care of these guys,” I offer.
“No.” He shakes his head. “Let’s hide them back in the office behind the chancel. No one ever comes in here anyway. We’ll get the girls home and come back later.”
I frown. “Later? You want to just leave two dead guys here?” I walk back over to Nicholas and start digging through his pockets. Lacey had said a guy took her phone. I find two in one pocket and a third in the other. Lacey’s is obvious because her picture is on the screen. The other is Henley’s. I decide to keep the third as well, which is his.
Scout shrugs. “There’s no blood. Not like anyone will be suspicious.”
“I don’t think …”
Henley moans, pulling herself up to a sitting position, and then tries to stand. She goes to fall forward, but I catch her. Tilting her head back, she looks up at me and licks her lips. Her blue eyes stare into mine but I know she’s not seeing me.
“We need to get her home,” Scout growls. “I have another fight in an hour. Get the girls back, and I’ll take care of the guys.”
My teeth grind as I sit her back down. “First, you want to hide dead bodies, and now, you want to take care of them yourself?”
“Yes!” he snaps, then takes a deep breath. “I’ll handle it, Law. We’re wasting time just standing here.”
“Law.” She grabs at the hem of my hoodie and pulls me close to her.
“What the fuck is wrong with her?” he asks, sighing.
“They drugged her.” I push her back into the pew. “She’s horny and wants to fuck.”
He throws his head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Just great.”
“Please,” she begs, biting her bottom lip.
“No!” I snap, shoving her hand away from the zipper on my jeans.
“Jesus, Law. Just fuck her right here,” he growls, pointing at the floor I just found her lying on.
“I don’t have the time to get my dick sucked, Scout. We’ve got two dead bodies just lying around.” What the hell is wrong with him?
“Is that really the issue?” He arches a brow.
I narrow my eyes at him. “What the fuck does that mean?”
His eyes go to her. She’s in the process of shoving her already ripped shirt off her shoulders. I reach down, take the material in my hands, and tie it in a knot, bunching it up right below her breasts. It looks like it’s supposed to be that way. Kinda. Then I remove my hoodie and shove her head along with her arms into it.
“Nothing,” he growls.
“Here.” I remove his phone from my other pocket. “It went off downstairs. I went to check it, but …”
“I had to reset the password the other day. Caught Laney trying to get into it,” he snaps, taking it from me.
“You’re still seeing her?” I ask. She doesn’t come around him at school very often. Not since we made it clear that Henley is ours, and she told the entire school we’re all fucking Henley.