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Bianca laughs and squeals with glee. “Just you and me, little Gracie,” she coos and drags me down the hall. My scalp aches, and I whimper. India and Cheyenne are waiting by the side door, and I groan. This must be what Hope was trying to warn me about.
“I have been meaning to take you for a little drive, Graciekins, so how about it? Get in my car without a fight, and I won’t restrain you and throw you in my trunk.” I snort, then wince.
“Are you crazy? I'm not going anywhere with you.”
Someone whistles loudly, and my arms are grabbed from behind my back. Bianca releases my hair, and a bag is thrown over my head. I scream. I scream as loud as I possibly can.
“Shut the bitch the fuck up,” someone snarls, but I can hear the panic in their voice.
A punch to the temple has everything going black.
Bianca
Man, I hate this bitch. Ever since she woke up, all of Ash’s attention has been on her. He claims he hates her guts, but she's all he talks about, and I see him constantly staring at her.
She needs to leave before I make her. Ashton Tristan Daniels is mine! I have the perfect plan laid out to trap him, but she’s ruining everything. He never calls on me anymore, and he’s ignoring my messages.
Yeah, asshole, I can see you've read them. Gracie starts yelling, and I smirk at the fact she has a bag over her head.
“Shut the bitch the fuck up,” India says, looking at me. My pleasure. Punching her as hard as I can in the temple, she immediately goes limp.
“Damn, Bianca, that was too hard. She has a brain injury,” Chey says.
I just shrug my shoulders. “So? Bitch deserved it. Maybe this time she won’t wake up,” I say with a smile. Looking at my girls, I expect to see glee at the fact we are finally getting our revenge for what she did to Mia, but all I see is disgust and anger.
Better be toward the bitch on the ground and not me. Shaking my head, I bend over and grab her shoulders.
“Get her legs, you idiots. We have to get out of here before someone catches us,” I hiss. Chey looks around, then back at me as she bites her lip.
“Are you sure about this, B? I mean, maybe we should leave her alone. Ash doesn’t seem to hate her anymore, and I think Dom and King are dating her. Tinsley walks around the corner late as always, and she’s fixing her skirt.
“Fine, Chey, since you’re too much of a pussy, you’re out. Tins, get your ass over here and help me lift this whore,” I bark, and she listens.
Such a good little pet.
We get her to the parking lot unseen, and I pop my trunk. It’s going to be a tight fit, but who the fuck cares. Maybe her neck will break if I hit a pothole. The air chills me, and I get an awesome idea. “Strip her,” I snap, and India looks at me with her nose scrunched.
“You fucking strip her,” she sasses, and I want to hit her, but I can’t. I need her help with this. I roll my eyes and remove Gracie's shoes, then pants. Her hoodie is harder to remove, but I manage, and we get her top off too.
I snort when she’s in nothing but a matching lace set. It’s actually kinda cute, but it would look better on me. “Put her in the trunk.”
We lift her inside, then I grab my headband and tie her wrists with it before making sure she's completely in the trunk before slamming the lid. “Tins, India, let’s roll.”
Heading to the driver’s side, I climb in.
“Where are you taking her?” Tins asks, and I laugh.
“To the place where it all started. It’s time to change some of the past,” I say with a grin.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“You’ll see.”
Within thirty seconds, I’m on the road and headed to Willows Creek Apple Orchard and Farm. The place where Ash should have taken me on our first date and not that murdering, conniving slut.
Tinsley plays some music, and we rock out like we’re just on a fun girls’ trip. We really need to plan another one of those. Mia was here for the last one, and she surprised us with her Daddy’s plane and keys to a beach house.
And even better, she left Gracie at home.
