Chapter Twelve
I’m back in the barn, hands tied behind my back. My wrists burn from repeated attempts to loosen the ropes, but Jason’s tied them too tight. They’re probably bleeding by now. Austin’s are. I can see that much out of the swollen corner of my eye. Down the aisle, Nico is tied up by himself.
“I’m not gonna ask again,” Jason growls. “Where the f**k is it?”
“I don’t know,” I whimper. And that’s God’s truth.
“You lying sacks of s**t,” he snarls. “And I assume you’re going to tell me you had nothing to do with the mini dumpster fire on my bed?”
“That was me,” Austin says with a f**k-you smile.
“No it wasn’t. It was me.”
“It was my idea,” chimes in Nico.
Jason lights a cigarette, and fear pulls at my stomach. “All for one and one for all, huh?” He takes a long drag and slowl
