“Fine! Then be at the house later with your damn bags!” Grayson shouts for the last time, spins on his heels, and marches into the Dillon’s room where we’re all waiting.
Well, most of us are waiting by the door so we could watch the scene unfold with the doctor.
“Did you get things sorted?” I ask with a smile on my face.
“Yes. He somehow managed to convince me that he could be the best doctor since he’s familiar with Dillon’s case.”
Sebastian and Owen laugh, and Grayson narrows his eyes at them. “Shut up. He made his case.”
“Cause he is a doctor,” Owen says, obvious.
“Cause he is a doctor,” Grayson mocks in a childish voice. “Shut up.”
“Daddy, you’re being silly,” Dillon giggles.
And just like that, Grayson’s annoyance is gone. He walks over to Dillon, who looks so much better than when he arrived, and scrubs a hand over Dillon’s bald head. “I’m a bit on edge right now, but nothing a piggy back ride can’t fix?” he asks Dillon.
“Yes! Piggy back ride!” Dillon stands on the bed and waits for Grayson to turn around.
“I thought you were carrying me?” Grayson asks with a pout of his bottom lip.
Dillon falls over in a fit of laughter, cuddling Grayson’s shoulder. “I can’t carry you. You’re too big!”
Grayson playfully rolls his eyes. “Fine. I guess. But you’ll have to carry me later.” Grayson spins around, and Dillon jumps on his back, wrapping his legs around Grayson’s waist. I walk over to grab the small black duffle bag that has a few of Dillon’s belongings in it and throw it over my shoulder.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Ready! Onward, horsey.” Dillon throws his fist in the air and kicks Grayson’s sides with his feet.
Owen lifts his phone and snaps a picture, and while everyone has a smile on their face, I keep thinking what if these moments are the last?
“Hey, Sebastian? Can I meet you guys out in the car?” The urge to use the restroom hits me. “Can you take this?”
“Yeah, not a problem,” Sebastian replies. “We will send help if you flush yourself.”
Heaven does his little evil snicker that has me smiling, and I roll my eyes and toss the bag at Sebastian, nearly hitting Heaven. “I’ll only be a minute. Go.” I watch Sebastian walk out the door with Heaven dragging his cast behind him. Poor guy. I bet he can’t wait to get that taken off. Just a few more weeks and he’ll finally be able to get that Cheeto out of there.
I slip into the en-suite bathroom and do my business, wash my hands, and when I open the door, I run into a hard chest and a cold knife is pressed against my throat.
“Well, well, well.”
I notice that voice from anywhere and the use of his spectacular vocabulary. “I thought I killed you,” I whisper to Trevor. My eyes flicker to the door, but it’s shut. No one can see me. No one can hear me. I’m trapped.
“You almost did.” He clicks his tongue. “Almost.” He teases the tip of the knife across my throat, and I’m afraid to swallow. If I do, the metal might pierce my skin. “Your mom found me, called 911, and here I am.” He spreads an arm out, proud and thirsty for revenge. He pushes me against the wall and leans his head closer to mine. I can smell his rotten breath and the sweat clinging to his clothes. “You stole something that belongs to me. I want my fucking money back.”
I toss my head back and spit in his face. “Fuck you. Let’s call that hazard pay for all the shit I had to deal with when it came to you.”
He chuckles darkly and wipes the blade across his cheek, and then brings it to his mouth, flattening his tongue along the knife to lick my saliva off. He hums appreciatively. “I knew you’d taste good. That cunt still fresh? I bet it isn’t. I saw your face all over the news for a little bit and then poof. You were gone. Someone is covering up your tracks, and I bet you’re paying them back in pussy.”
“I’m not my mother. I don’t use my body.”
He laughs again and presses the blade between my breasts. “Here is what is going to happen. You’re going to get me my five-thousand dollars. If not, I’m going to tell the police what you did to me and that you killed those poor bastards in Kentucky. Then, I’ll string up your mother and gut her. She doesn’t mean fucking shit to me. She’s a money bag. And then, I’ll force you to work for me and pay back that five thousand with fucking interest; you hear me?” He yanks my head back by my hair until my eyes water. “And then you’re finally going to give me a taste of you.” He bends his head down and licks from the base of my neck to my cheek.
“I’d rather die.”
“I can arrange that,” he says.
“How did you find me? I’m surprised you were smart enough.” I drag my eyes to the door and see the shadows of feet walking back and forth beneath the crack. In a few minutes, someone will come looking for me, and Trevor will be fucked.
“You were dumb enough to leave your phone on.” He moans as he presses his body against mine. “I always track you. I can’t have my prized possession away from me. Not after so many years of wanting you, needing you. We can be good together. Do you know all the money we will make? Come on, you know you want to.”
I raise my hand and chop it against his throat. He stumbles backward and falls to the floor, coughing and unable to breathe. I hope I smashed his windpipe. I’m sick of him. “I will never want anything to do with you.” He’s on the floor, gasping, and still trying to crawl his way to me. I hate that sick bastard with
