Truth or Dare (The Dominator 2)

“Is Dare “D” on your Skype?”

“Yeah, why?”

He was buzzing you earlier. That’s why I came up to the pool.

“Kay.” He kept typing. He was obviously preoccupied.

“Something to drink?” I called on my way back out of the room.

“Yeah, and make it a fucking double,” he said.

“What’s wrong?” I felt panic rise in me.

“Your foster sister Mia has been digging around, looking for you.”

“Oh?” I really should’ve sent a postcard by now.

“She just bought a plane ticket to come here,” Tommy said.

“What?” I was shocked.

“Yeah. She leaves tomorrow.”

“Is it a coincidence?” I felt sick.

“She know anyone here that you know of?”

“Not that I know of.”

“She in the habit of traveling alone?”

“No. I don’t think she’s ever been anywhere, really.”

“Then it isn’t a coincidence. She’s been doing serious digging. And if your 17-18 year old friend can find us, then we aren’t doing a very fucking good job at hiding. You got anything to tell me?”

“Like what?”

“Like have you told anyone where we are? Have you logged into social media? Have you done anything that might make it easy for Mia to find us?”

I winced.

“Fuck, Tia. What the fuck?”

“I logged into Facebook. I didn’t even post. I was just playing that stupid candy game and I…”

“Fuck!” he roared, “How could you be so fucking stupid?”

My mouth dropped and my chest burned.

He glared at me.

“I was bored and…”

“You were bored? You were fucking bored? So it’s okay because you were bored that you put our lives in danger?”

“You don’t let me go anywhere and I didn’t think it would do anything. I didn’t post anything, I just connected the accounts and…”

“You didn’t think. You didn’t fucking think. Fuck, Tia.”