Page 127 of Tell Me Pucking Lies

He smiles. “Let’s return the car.”

My stomach knots so tight I think I might be sick.

The Charger. Koa’s car. The one I stole because I threw a fit about him getting high, and now I’ve gone and slept with two Reapers. Whatever that means. By the looks of this place—the mansion, the men, the masks—it’s not good. It’s probably worse than a drug dealer who doesn’t do drugs.

I follow Revan down the hall, my legs still unsteady. “Where’s Atticus?”

Revan doesn’t answer. Just keeps walking.

We round the corner, and he says casually, “The boyfriend won’t know what’s coming for him.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I snap.

Revan glances at me, amused. “Cute that you think labels matter here.”

We step outside into the cold night air. It bites at my skin, shocking me back into my body and where I’m at. I turn and see the nice cars, the mansion and its gate. Holy shit, this is a different kind of hell.

The Charger’s parked in the driveway—gleaming black, freshly washed, like someone cared enough to make it look new before giving it back.

It’s unsettling. Too clean for what it means.

“Did you wash his fucking car?” I scoff.

Revan chuckles, low and dark. He tosses me the keys. They’re cold and heavy in my palm.

“Show us the way, Lexi,” he says.

“Wait. Where are you guys going?”

“We’re driving behind you. Where we like it.”

Heat floods my face. I get in the car before he can see me blush.

The drive feels endless. Like I’m being ferried back to the executioner.

Every mile that passes makes my chest tighter. My hands are slick with sweat on the steering wheel. In the rearview mirror, I can see the black sedan following.

I stop at a gas station halfway there. My hands are shaking so badly I can barely keep driving. I’ve seen what Koa is capable of, seen what he’s done to my own brother, the fury in his eyes, and how possessive he got after I slept with him. I’m afraid he’s going to tie me to a tree and leave me for the night, or even worse, leave me for days. This is why I called Jasper, why I have these two men following me. Sleeping with them was just spur of the moment. I can’t think straight, so now I’m pulled over before I do something reckless and drive off a cliff.

Revan pulls up beside me, gets out, leans against his car with that infuriating smirk.

“Are you going to fill his tank up before you return it, sweetheart?”

“No.” I swallow hard. “I forgot to ask you and Atticus not to get involved if you don’t have to.”

He walks over, leans down into my open window. Close. Too close. “What do you mean, Lexi?”

He’s mocking me. I can hear it in his voice. I hate it when he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear like we’re lovers instead of... whatever the hell this is.

“Fine. We won’t,” he says.

“Promise?”

He smirks. “We don’t do promises, Lexi. That’s why we like each other.” He taps the hood of the car. “Get your ass back on the road so we can move on with it.”

I take off before he can say anything else. I don’t wait for them to catch up.

Campus is quiet when I pull in.