Page 28 of Devious Gambit

“How the fuck did you get here?” I bellowed, swinging the bat around in a threatening manner.

They paused midstream. I didn’t recognize either of them, but my experienced nose sniffed out freshmen. Since when did we invite freshmen into the Vault. The only time we let it slide was when Tristan Fisher and his friend arrived one time, invited by a sophomore cheerleader. Fisher brought his hot Montana girlfriend that Cody tried to steal for the night.

“The-the door was open,” the guy stuttered.

“Open? Did you tamper with the lock?” I stood over them, disgusted by the state my bed was in as they scrambled for their clothes.

“No,” they answered in unison and I believed them.

“Get the fuck out of my room!” I raged. “Jeez, fuck, I’m gonna have to burn these sheets.” They ran half-naked out of my room and I raged some more just to scare the living shit out of them.

“That was so hot,” Amy exclaimed, running her hand along my upper arm. Unfortunately, for her, I’d lost my taste for it when I noticed the top drawer of my cabinet was open. Someone had been through my stuff and if it was the freshmen, they’re going to wish they weren’t born.

Amy started stripping her clothes off as I glanced through the drawer. Nothing seemed to be missing, but something extra was in there. I discretely shoved it to the back of the drawer to dispose of later. Immediately, I knew my hunch was right. Liam fucking Greene was the only guy I knew who could fiddle the lock using a hairclip or a piece of wire. Liam fucking Greene also borrowed my balaclava sometime back, and said he lost it. So, why did he return it now after all this time? And why break into my room?

I grabbed my cell from my jean pocket and was about to ring Liam, when I noticed a message from Gallagher sent over an hour ago.

Gallagher: Congratulations for the win.

I chuckled to myself. Since when did Gallagher care about the Hawks. Hell, she didn’t even know what the Hawks were a few days ago.

Me: Thanks.

“Ready for me?” Amy asked in her sweet as pie voice. I’d almost forgotten she was there. She was lying on my bed, wearing nothing but a g-string. This wasn’t going to happen tonight, I had bigger issues to deal with, like hunting down Liam fucking Greene.

“Sorry,” I said, holding up my phone, as if I just read a message of importance. “Something’s come up.”

She covered her tits with her hands, horrified, and I started to wonder if I’d lost my mind. That’s the second time in the past week a hot chick spread for me and I didn’t want it. Yet I got a massive boner in the library with the bookhugger, who’s nowhere near as hot. I noticed I was getting turned on just thinking about Rhys’ mouth over my cock. Jeez, I needed my head read.

“I’ve got to go,” I told Amy, encouraging her to get dressed and leave my room, so I could lock it back up again.

Once she was out of my room, I shoved the balaclava into my backpack and locked my door. Ridge was the first roommate I spotted in the process of fingering some chick down the hall.

“You seen Greene?” I asked him.

“Downstairs,” he answered, just as he pulled the chick’s skirt up higher. Nobody seemed to care that Sweeney had gone missing.

I was still a little pissed from the guzzling from the keg, and the walls were swaying about a bit. Every chick I passed either eyed me up or ran their hands down my arm, trying to grab my attention. I wasn’t in the mood and made that clear by ignoring them. Cody was sitting back in his chair in the living room, snorting a line of coke and Stacey was kneeling beside him on the floor like a slave girl, completely captivated by him. It always amazed me how low chicks would stoop for guys like us, but Cody was particularly talented at playing the game. All he needed to do was look at a girl and she’d crumble into a fucking slave, hungry to be dictated to.

“You seen Greene?” I asked him, ignoring Stacey.

He shrugged as he wiped residue from his nose. “Probably crying like a baby over Sweeney.”

I laughed. “Why? Is he missing his bestie’s asshole?”

Cody smirked. “He can’t find him. Every time he rings, it goes straight to answer phone. Even the coach left a terse message and still nothing. Are you heading out?” nodding towards my backpack.

“I just have to drop something off.”

He screwed his face up when Stacey rested her head on his thigh, probably to make me jealous. Didn’t work. “Can you take her with you?” pointing his thumb at Stacey. “She’s getting on my nerves.” He spoke as if she wasn’t there, which was typical Harrington style, reducing her small self-worth to the size of a grain of sand.

“Nope.”

A fire broke out on the stovetop as I walked into the crowded kitchen. One of my roommates, a junior, grabbed the fire extinguisher and proceeded to douse the flames. He looked as if he was frying bacon while stoned and forgot what he was doing.

“Any of you seen Liam?” I asked everyone in the room.

“Nah!” they all answered.

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