Page 15 of Secret Obsession
Greyson checks his phone, then tucks it away. “Vi picked Willow up from the Point. Said she had blood on her…”
I bite the inside of my cheek. Before they arrived, I watched her dot move toward the Point. But then Jacob walked in, and I shut it down. A little embarrassed to be caught watching her movements so closely? I should get used to it. They’re all just as fucked up as me.
I open the tracking app now and frown. It’s blinking in the restaurant parking lot close to the jump spot. “Where is she?”
“Dude’s obsessed,” Knox snorts.
I glower at him.
“My house,” Greyson says. “She’s fine. Focus.”
Great.
She left her freakingphone. What am I supposed to do when she does that? Put a tracker under her skin?
I glance at Steele. He did that to Aspen. And, to my knowledge, she still doesn’t know about it. Maybe that’s just one of those things that he’ll take to his grave, or it’ll blow up in his face four years from now.
“I want to be able to use this,” I say suddenly. “To control her. Which means I need access to the body.”
Jacob’s nodding along. Greyson and Steele, too. Knox is the only one staring at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. He just doesn’t get it—he played with Willow for a fucking year for a bet and didn’t catch feelings for her. I know, because I threatened him over winter break with a knife to his throat after a rogue comment.
All the fucker did was grin at me.
And since he’s been freed, he’s had at least three girls in his bed each week. Without even trying. Like the puck bunnies of CPU were all waiting for him to drop Willow for their shot at him.
“We photograph the place, then move the body. We need to roll him up in the area rug.” Jacob squats and lifts a corner of it, then grins at me. “You put… is that plastic wrap?”
I shrug. “Yeah, well. She had a shit ton of those rolls for some reason.”
“Okay, great. That makes this slightly easier.” He points at Greyson. “We need more plastic. Preferably something a little heftier than this grocery store shit. And get a camera. One with a digital memory card.”
“On it,” Greyson answers. “Be back soon.”
He moves past us to the door, shoving the chair out of the way to open it. They all stared at me like I was nuts when they discovered the broken latch, and I didn’t have it in me to tell the full story.
Knox secures it behind him, then rubs his eyes. “This is fifty shades of wrong.”
“You owe me,” I growl.
My brother whirls around, fire filling his expression. “I’m sorry, I owe you? If you had manned up sooner, I wouldn’t have had any chance to hit on Willow. You just needed some encouragement. And now you’ve gone and killed someone in her apartment.”
I cross my arms.
Steele eyes us. “I would’ve done the same,” he admits. “Come close to it anyway. Both of you know that.”
“See?”
“And now you want to… control her with this?”
“I want the body somewhere accessible. If she gets out of hand.” I shrug and look down at it. Not ahim, not anymore. Just an empty vessel.
“Okay, so we need to store the body. It’s not like we can bury it…” Jacob’s brows furrow. “Meat freezer seems cliché, but I kind of like it.”
“My dad has one of those,” Steele says. “They’re in New York City for the next few months for work, but he took the whole family. So we can store it there ’til the ground thaws, then, fuck, bury it? Does that give you enough time to manipulate the situation?”
“Probably. Thanks, man.”
It would turn into a nightmare if Steele’s dad returned and discovered it—or worse, one of the girls. Aspen would probably murdermeif I traumatized her sisters like that. So it’s a temporary solution, but a good one. Getting it out of Crown Point seems smart, too.
