Page 45 of The Vengeance You Crave

Swiping the bottle back, I drain the remaining vodka.

"So now what?"

Turning my back on her, I find where she abandoned her purse when I first locked us in here.

"Hey," she complains when I start rummaging through looking for her cell.

Holding it before me, I wake it up and find a message.

Letty: Are you okay? Do you need me to come and rescue you?

Irritation once again surges through me that Letty thinks that Peyton needs rescuing from me. I mean, she quite possibly might, but I didn't think Letty would think I was capable of hurting her. But then I guess after the state I've seen her in after some of her wilder rendezvous with Kane, I guess it just proves that maybe we didn't know each other all that well in the first place.

"Aw, how sweet. Letty wants to protect you from the big bad wolf," I say, holding up her screen so she can see it.

"You know her? Them?"

"Aw, baby. Letty was your replacement when you fucked off. She rolled into town right on cue."

"B-but she's engaged." Peyton's brow wrinkles in confusion.

"So she is. And you've got a boyfriend. Passcode?" I demand, not willing to go any farther down the Letty route because although what I just said was the truth, Letty didn't replace Peyton. No one could ever have done that back then. Hell, I'm not sure anyone could do it now either, but fuck if I'm confessing to that anytime soon.

Peyton stares at me, defiance shining bright in her eyes, but eventually she mumbles out four numbers that rattle my resolve.

They're the numbers we used to use for everything as kids. Our two birth dates.

My breathing catches but I force myself to rip my eyes away from hers and type it into the cell as if I haven’t even noticed.

Opening her messages, I find the unread one from Letty at the top. The second one though, is from him. Although the name makes me pause for a beat.

Elijah. I know that name.

Elijah: Have a great night, you deserve it x

Pushing the nagging feeling that something isn't right here aside, I allow my anger to take over.

"Aw, isn't that sweet? He wants you to have a nice night. I wonder if he has any idea just what his little slut is getting up to. That she's standing naked before me right now with my jizz running down her tits."

Her teeth grind as she wraps her arms around herself, trying to hide from me.

She's going to need to try harder than that.

"What are you doing?" she hisses.

"Me?" I ask innocently. "Nothing. You, however, are going to tell Letty that you're fine, that I took you home when you got a little too drunk. You're also going to tell loverboy that you've decided to hang out with your friends this weekend instead of returning to suck his tiny cock." My thumbs fly over the screen as I explain exactly what I'm doing.

"He won't believe me."

"Well then, let him come looking."

The second I'm done, I turn her cell off and tuck it into my pocket.

"You made a mistake letting me lead you in here, P."

"Oh." She tilts her chin, trying to appear as if she has some kind of control over what's going to happen within these walls.

I chuckle, pushing my hair back and running my eyes down her insane curves. Yeah, she's different from what's been in my mind all this time. She's fucking better.