If You Dare (Dare 3)
“She will …”
“She won’t. She’s Bruce Lowes’ daughter. We kill her, and they start looking for a missing girl. Then that brings questions.”
“They’d never find her body, and you know it,” I add. It may be the first time we’ve ever committed murder, but we know what we’re doing. Our fathers have trained us for times like this. We were raised to be fucking sharks. Just like them.
“I wasn’t worried about them finding her body.”
“Then why not let me shoot her?” I growl, confused by what the hell he is doing. “Two birds with one stone.”
“Not yet,” he responds.
I run a hand through my hair, finally understanding his intentions. “You want to fuck with her.” I chuckle. He wants a toy. “This will be fun.”
He smiles.
Oh, Austin Lowes, he’s gonna make you wish he would have just killed you.
That night was the beginning of her torment and our fun. One thing after another, he put her through hell. Who knew she would survive it? Or that Cole would fall in love with her? I sure as hell didn’t see that coming, but even I can’t deny that they were made for one another.
“Ah, come on, baby.” She glares at me. She hates it when I call her baby, but I don’t care. “You had fun. It’s okay to admit it.”
“Cole.” She growls his name.
He gets out of the water and walks over to her. Placing his hands on her hips, he remains silent. “Did you hurt her?” she asks him, knowing exactly what I meant by had some fun.
He shakes his head. “I didn’t do anything. Just stood there.”
“You didn’t try to stop him?” Her mouth falls open.
He doesn’t respond because he already answered her once.
She sighs. “Do I know her?”
“No.” We both lie in unison.
She pulls away from him. “You said you were done.”
“I am.” He nods.
“But now you’re playing some sick game with someone.”
“It’s not what you think,” he argues.
She places her hands on her hips. “Then explain it to me.”
“Not my place.”
She looks at me, and I give her a big smile. “I’m a rock, baby.” I’m not telling her anything. Can’t take the chance she’ll run off and tell Becky. I don’t want to have to deal with her more than I already do. I want to fuck her, not listen to her bitch. And I think my warning was very clear. Demi will keep her mouth shut, and she’ll stay the hell away from me.
Austin leans over to pick up her clothes and then storms off into the house.
Cole turns and looks at me over his shoulder. “You got her?”
I nod. “We’ll be fine. Won’t we, Lilly?”
She giggles. “Let’s dive for rings.”
He turns back to the house and goes in after her. I have no doubt they’ll be fighting it out with her on her back and him between her legs.
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An hour later, I’m in the shower washing away the chlorine water when I hear a knock on my bathroom door. “What?” I ask.
Cole clears his throat, and I pop my head out of the frosted door to look at him. “You have a visitor.”
My jaw tightens. It’d better not be my father. I’m still avoiding that fucker, but I don’t put it past him to show up here in Texas to make me talk to him. “Who?”
He gives me that Cole Reynolds smile that I know all too well. His previous argument with Austin forgotten, so I know he told her. He didn’t have to say it, and I didn’t ask. Austin can be relentless when it comes to wanting to know what’s going on. It’s better for her to know than to bother me twenty-four seven. “She’s downstairs in the living room waiting on you.” He slaps the bathroom door. “We’re on our way out. You have the house to yourself for at least three hours. Make them count.”
DEMI
I sit on Cole and Austin’s couch scrolling through Facebook on my phone. I’ve been waiting for over twenty minutes in silence. Cole and Austin left with Lilly. Austin looked at me strangely when she answered the door and I asked if Deke was here, but she didn’t question me. At first, I thought it was pity and then confusion. I didn’t want to get into it with her. I would prefer her to not tell my sister that I was here. Maybe she thinks my visit involves Becky. That I’m here to save her from the big bad wolf. Maybe I’m here to tell Deke to leave Becky alone.
If only.
“Well, well, well. I must say I’m surprised to see you here.” Deke enters the living room dressed in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. I look away as my face heats. I hate that after he left me lying on my bed last night, horny as hell, I finished what he had started. “Come to play some more?” He plops down across from me in a white leather recliner.