Quickly, I lean down and grab it. Without even looking at what it is, I pull it over my body frantically. Only once my skin is covered do I look down and realize he gave me a summer dress.

“See how quick that was. Now, let’s go.”

“Why? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“So you can mess with our stuff, go through it while we’re gone? You’re coming with us so we can keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t give a shit about your stuff!”

“You really have a mouth on you.” Nix grabs my wrist and starts to pull me toward the door. “Maybe we can put it to use later.”

“Fuck you,” I spit back.

In response, he tightens his grip on my wrist painfully as he drags me down the stairs. Colt is right behind us, following along quietly. I wonder why he hasn’t said anything about my scar. Probably thinking about the best way to make fun of it.

“I’m not even wearing sandals, and I need to grab my purse.” I don’t even mention the fact that I’m still wearing my pajama bottoms under the dress.

“You don’t need any of that,” Nix tells me as he opens the front door. As if he’s in a hurry, he pulls me outside so fast I have to jog to keep up with his large strides.

This time, Colt gets into the driver’s seat while Nix opens the back door and literally lifts me inside, throwing me on the bench before closing the door behind me.

What the fuck is going on?

I barely have time to sit up and buckle myself before we speed down the driveway.

“Can you at least tell me where the hell we’re going?”

“Pool party,” Nix grunts.

“I’ll wait in the truck.”

“As if we would leave you in our truck. You’ll probably steal everything that’s not attached,” Colt accuses.

“Jesus! How do you come up with all this shit? I’ve never stolen anything in my life, and I sure as hell don’t want anything of yours.”

“Sounds like something a thief would say.”

“Says the guys who literally just kidnapped a human being.”

“God, stop being so dramatic. We’re taking you to a party. You should be grateful.”

Before I can answer him, he turns his stereo up so loud that the sound makes my ears hurt.

The only thing I’d be grateful for is if this truck would crash. At this point, I wouldn’t even care if I was in it as well.

CHAPTER 7

Instead of parking at the front of the house, Colt pulls the truck around and parks in the backyard by the pool. A group of people sits on the deck, hollering as we pull up.