"He'll kill you," Marley breathed out shakily, watching him twirl the garbage bag with her shirt inside, around in his finger, "Do you understand? He'll kill you."
Beside him, Trish was leaned against the wall, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder nonchalantly. Jordan was still taking his time to look over her, but she was too stunned to even cover herself up, "Matthews? I'm not afraid of him."
Her breathing hitched at his words, "Please. You can wait in here while I shower and leave after we do. I won't tell Aiden about the ditch. Nobody has to know."
His dark eyes twinkled, "You're more scared than we are, Marley."
He began to approach her slowly, and she scampered back against the wall, feeling tears building up behind her eyes, "You're a father now, Jordan. You need to stop t
