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Nice one, Jagger. I chuckled as Marc struggled to get into the truck on his own, but part of it was that Jagger’s rig was jacked up and taller than the average by several feet.
Jagger pulled away from the pickup zone, then circled around. I jogged down the parking lot away from the line of cars waiting to load their patients in case Marc started screaming for help when I climbed into the backseat.
The truck stopped, then I jumped in. “Hello, Marc. Glad to see you’re up and around.” I smirked, then belted myself in as Jagger took off.
Fear wrenched Marc’s facial features. “What the fuck? What are you doing here, you lunatic?”
“Don’t get your panties twisted. We just want to talk … somewhere quiet.” Jagger’s evil grin slipped into place, and for a moment, I was scared for Marc.
“You can’t do this! Let me out!” Marc attempted to unlock his door, but Jagger was quicker and hit the button. In minutes, we were flying down the highway at seventy miles an hour. Unless Marc had a death wish, he wouldn’t try that shit again.
“Take the Morrison exit,” I said to Jagger. I hadn’t told him where we were going, so I played backseat driver while I came up with a cover story. Something whispered to me that I could tell Jagger all about the society, and he would never say a word. I sure as hell got tired of keeping secrets, but my secrets weren’t what this was all about. It was Brie’s.
Other than giving Jagger directions, I kept my mouth shut and listened to Marc whimper and beg us not to kill him. How in the hell Brie had put up with this asshole was beyond me. I was ready to chuck him out of the vehicle, and it had only been fifteen minutes.
After what felt like an eternity, we reached the society’s house, and Jagger parked in the back. I hopped out, then waited for Marc to hobble out, as well.
“Where are we?” Jagger asked under his breath.
“A friend’s place. I keep an eye on it when he’s out of town.” Not the truth, but not a lie.
I pressed my thumb to the keypad, then the door popped open. Ushering Marc and Jagger inside, I followed, then secured the entrance.
The hall was dark, with only built-in lights near the floor to lead the way. I had already decided what room we would use to talk to Marc, and I nearly barked out a laugh as I unlocked it, then strolled in.
Jagger’s eyes widened as the lights automatically turned on. “Holy shit. Some friend, dude.”
Marc visibly trembled as he looked around at the torture rack, whips hanging from the wall, and a chair with arm and ankle straps to secure someone.
“Sit.” I pointed to the seat.
“I don’t know what you want from me, but this is fucked up.” Marc sat on the edge of the chair, the color draining from his cheeks.
I folded my arms in front of my chest. “I want to know why you’re here, then I want information.”
Jagger remained by the door, his fingers clenching and unclenching. He glowered at Marc. “Answer him, or you’ll be strapped down to that rack.”
Marc gawked at him. “Nope, that’s not necessary. I’ll talk. I was looking to transfer to Whitmore. The last six weeks without Brie have been hell. I want her back.”
A low growl rumbled in my throat. “She’s not yours to have.” I paced in front of him. “If she’s so mental, then why do you want her?”
Marc held up his hand, and I finally saw all the bruises on his arm. They matched the black and blue on his face. He looked like a fucked-up Cabbage Patch doll.
“Don’t worry. After this, I don’t want to attend Whitmore.”
“Good. Because if we see you on campus ever again, getting your ass beat will be nothing. You stay away from Brie. Don’t text her, don’t call her, don’t look at her. Are we clear?” My tone was sharp and unfriendly.
Marc nodded in agreement.
I stepped up, our noses nearly touching. “Say it out loud, motherfucker.”
“I’ll never text, call, touch, or see Brie again. I swear.”
I straightened, hoping like hell he wasn’t lying. “Excellent. Now, what’s up with her?”
Whatever he was using to blackmail her with, I wanted to know. It could come in handy.
“She sees a psychiatrist for night terrors. They’re so bad she jumped out of a second-story window. Her parents found her screaming and crying, hanging on to the ledge of the house. She has them all the time, but to keep her safe, she handcuffs herself to the bed.”
