Devious Intentions (Carson Cove Scandals 3)

“Oh shit!” A guy came running into the living room—and immediately made a break for the door when he saw me.

“What happened to the music?” Jenny turned the corner and stopped in her tracks when she saw me. “Damien? Why are you here?”

“I think that’s the least of your problems right now.” I glared at her and looked around the room.

“We’re just having fun.” She looked down and giggled.

“Are you drunk?” I took a step towards her.

“I told you—we’re having fun.” She shrugged.

“What do you think our dad is going to do when he sees all of this?” I exhaled sharply. “Jenny, this…”

“Hopefully, he’ll kick me out!” She looked up and beamed with pride.

“I don’t think that is going to happen.” I shook my head back and forth. “Sit down. I’m going to try and get rid of all your friends.”

“You’re no fun.” The smile disappeared from her face, but she did what I asked.

It took almost thirty minutes for me to round up all of the teenagers that were still there. Thankfully, most of them weren’t completely smashed like my sister. I did my fair share of partying when I was their age—so I couldn’t fault them for trying to have fun—but the night had obviously gotten out of control. Once I was sure they had all left, I went back to check on my sister—she had put her head down on the couch and fallen asleep—or passed out. In the chaos, I hadn’t even noticed that Pennington was sitting in one of the chairs in the corner of the room. He was out cold, and someone had drawn all over his face.

“Leigh?” I walked up the stairs and knocked on the only door that was still closed.

“Damien?” I heard her voice from the other side of the door. “Just a minute…”

“I got rid of everyone.” I leaned against the wall and sighed.

“Thank god.” Leigh opened the door and immediately hugged me. “How bad is it?”

“There won’t be any fixing it before my father gets back from his trip.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m more worried about Pennington at the moment—or when he wakes up, I should say.”

“Jenny put something in his drink.” Leigh looked at me. “I made sure he had a pulse…”

“This is a nightmare.” I lifted my hand to my head. “Pack your stuff—there’s no way either of you are staying here tonight.”

“I’ll just grab a few things.” Leigh nodded and walked back into her room.

I walked back downstairs and checked on Jenny. She was still passed out in the living room. Whatever she gave Pennington must have been strong because he didn’t even move when I nudged him with my foot. I sat down in one of the other chairs and put both hands over my face. I was doing my best not to get upset, but the situation was hopeless. There was no coming back from it—it wasn’t something that could be easily fixed. I was going to have to get Jenny out of Carson Cove and hope that I didn’t get arrested for kidnapping.

“Okay, I packed a bag.” Leigh walked into the living room. “Should I try to pack anything for her?’

“No. Most of her stuff is at my house anyway.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ll carry her to the car.”

I got up from the chair and lifted Jenny off the couch. She mumbled something and opened her eyes for a second, but she wasn’t fully conscious. Her eyes closed again, and she laid her head on my shoulder. I took a couple of steps, and then I heard something in the distance—sirens. Leigh heard them too because she grabbed my arm and looked at me with panic in her eyes. I tried to quicken my pace, but they were getting closer—there was no way that I was going to be able to get Jenny to the car before the cops got there. Even if I did—they would see me driving away and probably try to stop me.

“Fuck!” I grunted and carried Jenny back to the couch.

“What are we going to do?” Leigh looked around the living room. “Oh god, we’re all going to jail, aren’t we?”

“I’ll handle it.” I held up my hand. “I just need you to promise that you’ll get Jenny out of here.”

“What?” Leigh’s eyes shifted from panicked to absolutely terrified. “How?”

“Find a way.” I walked over and grabbed her hands. “Please, you have to do this.”

“Damien, no! You can’t go to jail!” Leigh’s lip started trembling.

“There’s no other option.” I pulled away when I saw the blue and red lights flashing. “Use the back door.”