Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(107)

“This whole thing is…”

“Yeah, man.” He blows out a breath and shrugs. “You know, Capone wasn’t arrested and convicted on murder charges.”

I gape at him for a second wondering what the hell that even means.

Then watch him grin and walk away.



Commotion at the front door after a long ass day of exams has me walking down the stairs tiredly and witnessing Marks make a fool of himself.

“Damn. You taken?”

“Yes,” the unfamiliar female says coldly.

“Got a sister?” Marks pries.

“Yes I do. Skylar. Now tell me where the fuck Daniel Bridges is.” I quickly rush the rest of the way downstairs and step beside a stricken Marks to see a California Barbie standing at the other side of the door. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan as hell, just like the pictures Sky has of her in her room.

“Serenity?” I ask skeptically.

Her eyes turn to me, narrowed and icy like they are in most images I’ve seen over the past few months. “You’re Daniel?”

Marks finds that funny, so I smack my palm against his chest and shove him away until he’s stumbling back to whatever the hell he was doing before answering the door.

“I’m DJ, yeah.”

She eyes me from head to toe, not looking very impressed with what she sees. “I’m here to pick up Skylar.”

My brows pinch. “She’s not here. I—”

Her palm raises, stopping me. “I know she’s not here. She’s packing her things for our flight back to California.” She flips her hand and points to the massive rock on her ring finger. “Do you see this?”

I blink. “Yes…?”

She deadpans as she moves the ring around her finger. “It can cut through anything. Anything.”

I hear a few of the guys snicker from the den where they’re eavesdropping. “Got it.”

Her head tips once. “I don’t know what happened or who to blame, but you better believe if I found out you did anything to hurt my little sister, I will find a way to hurt you.”

My lips press together.

She steps into my space. “I know how to get criminals out of serious trouble, so don’t think I don’t know a thing or two about getting away with murder.”

Popping my lips, I nod. “Now I know why Skylar loves watching true crime documentaries in her free time. For research.”

Serenity hums. “Damn straight.”

She moves her hair over her shoulder and steps back over the threshold. “I love my sister. I don’t want to see her hurt.”

I have approximately three seconds to debate on whether or not my next statement is a smart one to say out loud, but decide it needs to be said no matter how much shit I’ll get from the guys. “For the record, I’m pretty sure I love her too. Not as fiercely as you, but I do.”

For once, the slightly psychotic woman standing in front of me is silent.

I hold up a finger. “Do you mind waiting there for a second? I have something for her. I wanted to give it to her in person, but…” Well, no need to explain why there’s been clear avoidance of each other. I’m 99% positive she dropped out of film class because of me. “Just wait there.”

I bolt upstairs, digging through the mess on my desk until I produce a red envelope. When I pass it over to Serenity downstairs, she stares at the messy scrawl of Skylar’s name on the front before peering up at me with curious eyes.

I stuff my hands into the pocket of my hoodie and tip my chin toward the card. “If you could give that to her, I’d appreciate it. It’s her Christmas present. And an early birthday one.”

I’m not sure what the blonde-haired girl in front of me is thinking, but she eventually nods after contemplating what’s on her mind. “Fine, I’ll pass it along.”

“Thank you.”

We’re quiet for a few awkward seconds.

I ask, “Is she okay?”

Her head cocks as she studies me. “She’s an Allen. She’s strong.”

I nod in agreement. “Where does she think you are right now? And how did you even get my address?”

“Like I said, Daniel. I have my ways.”

That’s all she leaves me with as she struts away to a fancy car parked in the driveway.

Marks comes back over to the door and leans against my good shoulder. “Fuck New York. I want whatever they’re feeding women over there. Did you see the legs on—”

I smack him upside the head and close the door. “Shut up, Marks.”

He sighs. “I’m just saying.”

It’s Brady who calls out, “Nobody cares what you have to say, dickwad.”





CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN





SKYLAR





Serena knocks on my bedroom door and pokes her head in. I can hear Sienna and Serenity bickering behind her, making me sit up in bed. “I thought you were going out.”

It’s Sienna who pushes the door open and walks in without waiting for an invitation. The other two follow suit. “We decided it was better to stay here since you refused to go.”

Serenity huffs and sits at the foot of my mattress. “Can you blame her? From what I hear, the movie has been getting bad reviews anyway.”