I grind my teeth to dust and drive my foot into my door, making it slam shut with a bang.
But Jackson just got kicked off the team so Blaise could slide in. What if he hurts him? He’s capable of lashing out on him.
He’s also capable of setting him up and leading him into a fucking murder house with all my friends waiting with bats.They won’t grant him any mercy—they’ll probably record it all and post it all over social media with their faces covered and Blaise all busted up and bloodied on the floor.
Fuck.
I quickly shower, pull on clothes, and check my burner phone one last time before ditching it in my dresser drawer and packing my bag.
Still nothing from Blaise or Jackson. Samson doesn’t answer, and there’s nothing posted online. The group chat is silent too.
I huff as I bring up a contact I refuse to save in my phone. She left when Blaise told her to leave after seeing the house in ruins.
It rings four times before it stops. “Cole?”
“Mia,” I greet, giving her a tone like I didn’t just spend a week with her at close proximity. “Is Blaise with you?”
“No,” she whispers, a door closing in the background. “I’m with Allie. She’s been a mess since?—”
“Where’s Blaise?”
She’s quiet for a few seconds. “That’s why you’ve called?” Mia couldn’t sound more defeated if she tried. “I thought…” she trails off into silence.
Closing my eyes, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why else would I call you? Do you know where he is or not?”
“No, he hasn’t replied to any of my messages or calls. Do you need help finding him? I can drive over and pick you up?”
My jaw clenches as I shake my head. “Let me know if you hear from him.”
I cut the call before she can say anything else. I don’t really know what her deal is with me all of a sudden, and it’s frustrating. She’s my ex’s friend, surely, there’s a rule to stay away from the other’s ex? Maybe if I tell Allie, she’ll back off and leave me the fuck alone. Then my ex might want to know why she out of the blue wants my cock, and she’d believe Mia’swarped memory of that night over me and I’d be labeled as a cheat and she’d make my life hell.
Maybe I should just fuck her. I’ll make it hurt and bruise her inner thighs so she never looks in my direction again. Not only will it make her scared of me, but it’ll piss Blaise off and hopefully Allie will stop blowing up my phone with drunken voicemails. She’d hate me too, and that’s fine.
It’s such a great plan that I contemplate calling Mia back to sneak away from my ex. It’ll be a fucking nightmare for her, but worth it.
I know for a fact if I told Mia to get on her knees, she would in a heartbeat, and that’s concerning considering she has never been like that with me.
I think for a second about all the implications of those actions. One, I don’t have any attraction to her. I doubt I’d even get hard. And she might like it rough and want me more. If she told Allie… I shiver at the thought of that bomb dropping and all the evil things Allie would do to me.
Nah, I won’t fuck her. She’s not my type and she’s clingy and annoying.
And Mia belongs to Blaise.
I reject her incoming call and leave the room.
Reaching downstairs, I pause in the entrance of the sitting room, seeing my mom crying into Blaise’s dad’s chest. My bag slides down my arm, dropping it on the ground. The heavy chains, mask, and hoodie I put in clank on the laminate, where I leave it and walk to my mom.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice soft.
Ignoring me, she buries her head into his chest more.
My stepdad glares at me. “Can you not leave your mother alone for five minutes? She’s obviously upset, boy. None of this would even be happening if it wasn’t for you.”
I narrow my eyes. “How the fuck is this my fault?” I gesture to the wrecked surroundings, most of which my mom has cleaned up. “I didn’t do this.”
“Same blood,” he snarls.
I laugh, because it’s the same tune from him every damn day. “When I leave, I hope you know I’ll be kicking your ass.”
