Tight Lips holds the device further from his ear this time and with the raised volume it's easier to hear."Your boss is a fucking...," Frankie starts in and then I miss what he says, but I can't imagine its kind words. "... End up dead. Take her home now and hope you don't see me."Tight Lips shakes his head. "Not until the boss calls."Frankie screams, his voice unrecognizable unlike when he spoke so softly to me a moment earlier. "Fuck your boss. You're only in this town because it benefits me..."He cuts out again, his words softer so I can't hear and that leaves me questioning how these two benefit Frankie. How does the mysterious man who lives in a mansion and everyone in town knows is up to no good get away with it for so long? Is it possible he has somebody else doing his dirty work? That seems like the smartest way to run a criminal empire. Not that I'd know.I walked right into his house that night and practically told him I was with Crispin. Who else knows and woul
We all stand, shocked. Quiet for a moment. The out-of-place intrusion takes over from the fear gripping me and leads to something more like puzzlement. I see her hair and the top of her head as if she's crouched down in Crispin's truck. "You brought Katy?" What was he thinking?Crispin closes his eyes in a slow blink and sighs. "Don't ask.""Listen, we don't want any trouble, but we're walking out of this alive. You can have her back once we're in the van."Crispin's eyes narrow. "And why would I trust you?" It's a legit question.Before he answers, a shot rings out, the bullet whizzing past my ears. I scream, jerking away from Tank, but it only forces him to push his finger deeper into my injury. He smiles at Crispin with a dark and dangerous look."You missed!" he yells, spit flying from his mouth.Crispin, unfazed, smirks as if the two of them are playing a game and he moved his chess piece into checkmate position. "Did I?" he asks with a flick of his chin motioning behi
All the emotions I'd worked hard to block from last night, not wanting to lose my shit in front of Crispin and his friends, come barreling out. "Don't call me names, you asshole. And listen up, I'm sick and tired of your crap. I have a lot of things going on in my life right now and I won't take shit from you. Damn it, Ben. I can't even find a cookie."I don't know what your problem is and why you're obsessed with trying to tick me off, but I've had enough of it. Don't call me again. If your life is so perfect, why don't you go live it? Fuck your whore and cheat on her too. I do not care anymore what you do, Ben. I don't want to see your name on my fucking phone again or I will turn you into the cops, you dumbass. Lose this number. Got it?"I hang up, not giving him time to confirm. Knowing Ben, he'll argue with me and keep it going for fun. I never realized how much he started fights on purpose when we were together. With my voice scratchy from all the yelling I've done in the las
Her mention of Crispin brings up a second point. She never did tell me the complete story of how she ended up in his truck during my rescue two short days ago. She said she came to my house to see if I wanted to go to dinner and I wasn't home. When Crispin pulled his truck into his driveway she ran over, jumped in, and said, "Where is Stella?" Then they worked out the fact I'd been missing for much too long. It was a simple story... too simple.Crispin's story differed slightly. It went more along the lines of he was driving into his driveway when Katy jumped out from a bush, practically jumped in front of his truck and the next thing he knew she was at his passenger side buckling herself in and yelling about going to save Stella. He also says she threatened to shoot him if he made her get out of the car, but that part is a little sketchy even during his second retelling.Thankfully, somehow Frankie had gotten word to Ridge I was in trouble and Crispin had been lucky enough to be h
Katy cuts enough pieces so she's able to push the section of fencing in and then she snips one more for good measure to give us more clearance. Without warning, she pops her body through the hole and then stands back, holding the cut fence section wider for me. When we're both on the other side of the compound, the entering part of our crime done, I pause. Not moving a muscle, I wait for the dogs to come and eat us.Two seconds tick by with no barking or teeth crunching. Katy takes a few steps away and then turns back, realizing I'm not following her."What you waiting for, Stella?""The dogs." These places always have big ferocious dogs hanging around ready to take a bite out of your leg and make your head a chew toy.Katy gives me a weird look and then turns. "No dogs."How can they not have dogs? What respectable bicycle gang surrounded by a metal fence doesn't have a pack of wild hungry dogs to keep them safe? It's like they aren't even trying to keep up with the stereoty
Crispin's eyes dart to mine and then narrow as if he is angry with the bikers holding guns on him, but seeing me has somehow decidedly ticked him off more."Where did you find them?" One man holding a gun pointed at Ridge's chest asks, not looking back to see us.Knuckles grunts. "They hadn't even made it in the building. They were sneaking around the trees."I tighten my lips, not letting myself argue with his assessment because it sounds like an excellent lie to me. If Knuckles feels the need to lie to the head honcho biker, I trust his judgment.Katy, not disturbed by any of it, walks right past the bikers and stands next to Crispin and Ridge, leaving me to jog and catch up to them. "See you later, boys!" She waves before getting into the back of the Escalade unprompted.Crispin shakes his head at me but says nothing until I squeak out an I'm sorry."What did I say about Katy?" he says before closing the door on the Escalade and then getting in the front seat without wai
"What?" I jump off the couch, startling Hush, who barks once. When you call a family member from the hospital, the first thing out of your mouth should be, "I'm in the hospital." How bad is his injury that he would not tell me?"Don't freak out like I know you will. It was a minor accident and I'll be fine.""Do you promise?" My brother and my idea of fine are greatly different. Dalton has always been too macho for his own good. In his opinion, he's fine as long as he's still breathing. He can lack three of his limbs. I want fine to mean he's healthy and will come home looking the same as he did the last time I saw him."Stella, I need to call Mom and Dad, but don't worry. I'll be home soon and you can take care of me." What? How injured is he that he'll need me to take care of him? And how will he handle it when he finds out I'm practically living with Crispin?I laugh nervously into the phone and give my brother a quick goodbye. There's less than four minutes to sit on the co
"Elizabeth?" I question, not trusting the face I see as she steps into the room, her features lit by the moonlight with a knife raised close to her head. What would my one-time best friend be doing in my house with a knife? Is Ben with her? Have the two of them come together to get Hush, and if so, why don't they just take her and run? What the hell is happening?"Where's your brother?" she asks, taking a swipe at Hush again when she comes at her for another bite."Iraq. What are you doing?""Word on the street is he's back. Taken a bullet to the gut. I came to finish the job.""For my brother?" I try seeing around her body to look for a way out, but she blocks the door to the room."That way I can take everything from you, Stella.""From Ben?"I can't make out her features, but I swear Elizabeth rolls her eyes at my question as if the answer should be obvious. "Perfect little Stella. Always had the guy, got the good grades. You know what it was like being your friend and