Page 2 of Wicked Deceit

“Fuck off, Benoit!” Carter growls and then hangs up. A-fucking-gain.

“Shit-eating dick hole!” I hiss, trying to call him back, but it immediately goes to voicemail. Again and again, he ignores my calls like I'm a needy girlfriend or something.

For real, who invited this dick to the harem? Huh? I look down at the floor and nod. Right. We insisted. I think I'm regretting our decision now. Is it too late to call an island meeting and take a vote?

Me: You grumpy asshole. This is about Kaycee not being back!

Me: Is everyone in the stupid chat ignoring me? Where are you?

Me: If you decided to stay at Casa West from a sex coma then you should have told me!

Me: And included me in the sexcipades!

Me: Answer me! Anyone?

Me: ANYONE SERIOUSLY!!!

Me: I’m inserting trackers up your asses! Make it happen, Grumpy!

I pace the room, pulling at the ends of my hair. Shit. Double shit! Where the hell is everyone? I call and call, but no one answers. Either they’re ignoring my annoying ass, or they’re dead. Or they're caught by the Apocalypse. Shit! Or caught by Veritas. Or maybe… Abducted. Aliens. Butthole probes. Shit. No.

Think more logically, Chase. They’re probably sleeping. They had way too much wild cave sex, and now they’re exhausted. Yeah, yeah. That’s it. They’re exhausted and unable to come to the damn phone. They’ll call me in the morning. But shit! It’s already two in the morning—fourteen hours later. Have I been pacing for two hours? Have I lost my fucking mind? Yeah, yeah, I have.

Worry courses through me like a damn wave, tripling my anxiety. Something happened, and I can’t put my damn finger on it. I heave a breath and force myself to sit on the edge of the couch and pick up my phone again. Assholes better answer this time, or I’m serious about the trackers up their buttholes. If they thought the aliens were bad, I'm worse.

I hold my breath as the phone dials out and rings, and rings, and rings.

“Chase,” Seger says in a groggy voice, and my breath leaves my lungs.

“Asshole!” I shout. “Where the hell are you? I’ve been calling forever and—”

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me,” Seger grunts.

My face falls when the chaos in the background explodes through the phone. And I hear it all. My fucking heart shatters in my chest when frantic cries and loud orders erupt around Seger. Beeps and yells and scuffing shoes.

“Seger,” I say in a deep voice, jumping to my feet. “Wha—”

“We were in a fucking car accident that we’ll have to talk about later,” he gasps out, trying to catch his breath.

“Is… is everyone okay?” I worry my lip to the point blood gushes into my mouth.

“Get to the fucking hospital. We’re at East Point Memorial,” he says through shuddering breaths.

“You fucking tell me right now!” I shout, searching everywhere for my fucking shoes.

“I don’t fucking know. Zepp’s gone. She’s gone. And they won’t tell me shit!” Seger curses and then cries out. “Get the fuck here, man, I can’t do this shit alone.” Tears burn in the back of my eyes when I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep it from quivering more.

“What the hell happened?” My breaths completely leave my lungs when I bend at the waist, sucking in air.

“Fucking get here, and I’ll tell you,” he rasps out, emotions clogging his voice. “Just fucking get here,” he barks out with more authority.

“Yeah, Man, I’m coming as fast as I can! I’ll be there in like an hour,” I ramble off, shoving my feet into my shoes and shouldering my phone. I push out the front door, jogging towards the maze.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbles, sleep creeping into his voice. “Oh, and Chase?” His words slur together, but I catch what he says, even though my heart is pounding in my ears blocking out everything but his voice.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget to bring Grumpy,” he whispers, hanging up the phone.