Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Don’t you fucking say that!” he barks, pointing his finger at me. “You keep that shit to yourself!” He falls into his seat and sighs. Then he looks at my right arm that is in a sling. His eyes narrow on it. He knows I wasn’t driving. I lied to the cops. The paramedics. Everyone. And no one questioned it. But he knows. Nothing gets past him. “Eli’s funeral is tomorrow.”
I swallow around the knot in my throat. I’ve already missed the others. Landen was cremated, and Maddox’s was held while I was still in the hospital. “What time?”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re not going.”
My jaw tightens. “Yes, I am—”
“This is not up for discussion.” He interrupts me. “You are not going to his funeral. The entire town is going to be there, and you think they want to see the boy they all think killed him?”
I look away from him, hoping he doesn’t see the tears that sting my eyes. “I made him a promise.” I have to check on Aimee. Eli was so sure that something was wrong with her, and I can’t let him down. Not now. I just got released and haven’t had the chance to get over to his house to grab his computer and see what he was talking about her not being safe. What Jerrold does to her when no one is looking.
My eyes find his again when he doesn’t speak right away. He watches a tear roll down my cheek with disgust. I hate that for once I look so weak in front of him.
“You should have thought about that before you took the fall.” He stands from his desk and crosses his arms over his chest. “You made a decision, and now you must face the consequences.”
The next day while the whole town was at Eli’s funeral, Deke and I set three crosses at the scene of the accident. We silently cried and said our own goodbyes to our brothers.
Liam places his hands on my shoulders, and I stiffen. “It doesn’t matter why I did it,” he finally answers.
I shove his hands off me. He’ll never tell me. Even if he were to answer, it would be a lie. “Did you know Celeste killed Mom?”
The corners of his lips turn up before he looks me up and down. “You look like shit, son.” Then his eyes slide to Austin. “Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.” He pulls away and smiles at me as though I just told him a joke. “When she is released, I want you to come by the house …”
I snort. “That won’t be happening.”
“Yes, it will,” he says matter-of-factly. “I have something to show you. And we will be releasing a statement to the press together.”
He’s lost his fucking mind! “I’m not doing a press release.”
“You are. My best friend paid to have my son killed. And you were a prime suspect in the murder of your girlfriend’s stepmom. We will speak to the media. Together. Jacob will be there as well. Then you are free to go. And after that, I don’t care if you come back.” He pats my cheek. Hard. To onlookers, it may have seemed like a love tap, but we both know it was a warning. He turns to walk out of the room.
“I’m taking Lilly with me,” I call out.
He comes to a stop and turns to face me. That smile still in place. “I’ll make sure Blanche packs her things.” Then he exits without another word.
I stand, breathing heavy with my limbs shaking. Running my hands through my hair, I begin to pace the small room. He fucking knew everything! All this time! That’s why he challenged me to prove he had killed my mother ’cause he knew who it was. Over time, I convinced myself that it was just an accident. Nothing more. “Motherfucker!”
“Cole?”
“What?” I bark, coming to a stop.
Shelby enters and licks her lips nervously. “He can’t do that …”
I wave her off. “He was just fucking with me.” I make my way over to the chair my father had occupied and fall into it.
He knows he has no control over Austin and just wanted to piss me off. See what I had in me. He’s always pushed me for as long as I can remember. But the question remains—how long can she go on like this before someone steps up and takes control of her care? How long will they wait for her to get better?
“Cole?”
How much power does Bruce still have over her?
“Cole?”
I look up at Shelby, trying to calm my breathing and not to lose my shit. There aren’t very many things in this room I can destroy to help calm myself. I feel caged. I need a pool or my punching bag. Hell, even Deke will go toe to toe with me when I need it.