Double the Fun

“Honey, why do you think I took you to a restaurant outside of Ecstasy?”

Oh, she wasn’t a fool. She knew Trevor had purposefully driven out of their town, a town named Ecstasy of all things, because he didn’t want them to be seen together. Had she been so starved for male affection that she resorted to going on pathetic dates with pricks? She supposed she was. The only men she had in her life were Rys and William, the Holden twins. They were her lifeline in her fucked-up life, and if not for them, she would have left a long time ago.

But if she was being honest, she knew she wouldn’t have gone anywhere, not with her mom still here and refusing to leave the only home she had ever known. Anyone her mother had called a friend either left to pursue other things or she had severed ties with because of her loyalty to Jane’s father. He had burned a lot of bridges in the years he stuck around. He had gotten into enough fights, stolen enough merchandise, and treated others like shit on his shoes that anyone associated with him was automatically the same.

She pushed the door open and wrenched her arm out of Trevor’s ironclad grasp. Her flesh burned, and she had no doubt there would be a bruise. God, how she wished Rys and William were there with her. Just thinking about them made her feel better. She slammed the door of his prized Camaro and turned around to walk back into town. They were at least two miles outside the city limits, but she didn’t care. The cold air and time would give her the chance to think. She reached for her purse and realized she left it in Trevor’s car.

When she turned back around, she saw he was driving toward her. He pulled up beside her and gave her the most disgusted look he could muster before tossing her purse out the window. He yelled, “Bitch!” as he sped away. Her purse lay in a puddle of muddy water. She quickly picked it up and prayed to the heavens the contents weren’t wet. Sending up a silent thank you that everything was dry, she shook off her purse and started walking. The chilly air was unusual for this time of year, but it helped to clear her head.

The lights of Ecstasy came into view over an hour later, and she blew out a breath. Her feet and legs ached horribly. Her lungs burned, and all she could think about was going home, taking a nice soak in the tub, and putting this entire night behind her. Trevor would either keep his mouth shut about tonight or the whole town would know by tomorrow morning that she was a slut. Even though she hadn’t had sex with Trevor, she knew damn well he would make up whatever story he wanted, and everyone would believe him. Because of her father’s reputation, she was the black sheep in town.

The sound of a diesel engine behind her had her closing her eyes and praying it wasn’t who she thought it was. If it was, this night just got a whole lot shittier.

Chapter 2

“Is that Janey?” William leaned forward in the truck, trying to get a better look.

Rys didn’t need to try to get a better look, because he could spot Jane Silver anywhere. “Yeah, that’s her. What the hell is she doing walking at this time of night?”

“I don’t know, but it looks like she’s coming from outside city limits.”

Rys thought the same thing. William, his twin, ran a hand through his short hair. “Clearly something’s wrong, but what I don’t understand is why she didn’t call us. She’s smart enough to know it isn’t safe to walk alone at night.” He pulled the truck up beside her, and her whole body stiffened at his approach. He rolled his window down and waited for her to acknowledge them. There was no doubt in his mind that she knew it was them beside her, because the fact that she was purposefully avoiding them made it abundantly clear. A red flag went off inside him, because there should be no reason for her to avoid him. Something happened, and she was keeping it from them.

“Jane, stop and look at us.” His voice was raised so she could hear him over the rumbling of his diesel truck. She inhaled and exhaled deeply but finally stopped. It took her a minute to turn around, but when she did, he scanned her body up and down, checking for any injuries. Her eyes were big in her small, pale face, but other than the almost frightened look she was giving him, he didn’t see any injuries. Her slender throat worked as she swallowed. It was clear she wasn’t going to answer him right now, but she would. “Get in the truck, Jane.”