Page 56 of Her Crew

“Thanks, guys,” I whisper.

Their hands reach for me, and I’ve never felt safer.

“We’ll always find you,” Alec says.

“And we’ll never let you fall,” Tye adds.

I squeeze their hands. I’m sick of feeling helpless and hopeless, and with these two by my side, I no longer have to. It’s time for me to step into my new era.

I sit up and look at the guys. “We’ve rested long enough. Let’s go fuck shit up.”

Chapter 32

Alec

An uncomfortable silence looms in the van as we drive back to the motel. We have the only mode of transportation, so Stacks will still be there, like a sitting fucking duck. Based on the time, the rest of the crew won’t be up for a while.

Thank god.

We don’t need anyone trying to talk us out of what we’re about to do.

I’ve never been angrier. I’ve been through some absolutely gut-wrenching shit in my life, but never has anything caused such intense, primal rage. And based on Tye’s clenching fists, he’s feeling the same way.

It’s bad enough to dump a girl to rid the crew of her. That’s such a shit thing to do, but there are worse things. Dumping her in the middle of a forest, with no food, water, or means of escape? Absolutely fuck Stacks for that.

We pull into the parking lot, and Tegan nearly falls out of the van in her hurry to exact revenge. I have to tell her to slow down, but I’m secretly happy to see her so geared up. This may be the first time she’s ever known the rush of making someone pay for the wrongs they’ve perpetrated.

As we approach Stacks’ door, I put my finger to my mouth to tell her to be quiet. This motel uses old keys, meaning it’s much easier to break into the rooms, but it’s a touch noisier than just unlocking the door. I don’t want to alert him to our presence until we’re prepared to strike.

Hard.

How unlucky for Stacks.

I work open the lock, and we burst through the door. Tye raises the gun and scans the motel room. The TV flashes in the darkness, but no one is seated in front of it. The toilet flushes, and Stacks comes out of the bathroom. We flick on the light, and Stacks raises his hands when he sees the gun in Tye’s grasp.

“Tie him to the bed, princess,” Tye says.

Tegan looks more than happy to do so. She grabs his black tie and wraps it around one hand as she goes to drag him toward the bed, but Stacks raises his fist when she begins to tug. The gun cocks and stays his hand. He has no choice but to let Tegan pin his wrists to the headboard’s metal bars.

And she does.

Once I’m certain he’s secure, I grip the top of the gun and lower Tye’s arm. He pushes the weapon into his waistband.

“Look what I found!” I say to Stacks as I walk across the room and circle the bed. I’m so close to him that I can feel the radiating heat of anger rising off his skin.

“Fuck you!” Stacks grits out. “Fuck you and that fat bitch!”

I close my eyes and take several deep breaths to keep from grabbing that gun and shooting him in the fucking mouth. I draw my arm back and shut him up that way instead. Blood drips from his busted lip.

“You hate when we fuck around, don’t you?” I reach for Tegan and pull her into me. I turn her around so that I can rub my hand down every curve of her body. “What about both of us fucking her? How does that make you feel, boss?”

“You are disgusting,” he seethes. “All of you.”

Tye stands in front of Tegan and begins to nip her neck. “So fucking disgusting.”

Stacks snarls, but I lean down, grab a discarded sock, and stuff it into his mouth.

I step away from them and unzip my jeans to let my cock spring from my boxers. I lie across the bottom of Stack’s bed. He flails and kicks at me, but he can’t get close enough to connect.