Page 29 of Devious Gambit

I went into the other living room and still couldn’t see him, then I went back upstairs to his bedroom down the hall from mine. His door was shut, but I could hear fucking sounds. Even though Liam was an ugly, twitchy fucker, he still got plenty of pussy, because he’s a Hawk and comes from a rich family, like the rest of us in the Vault. Chicks smell success a mile away. If you have plenty of money, they’ll fuck you no matter what you look like, hoping you’ll put a ring on their finger one day.

Instead of giving him privacy, I kicked the door open and all participants froze in time. Liam had his cock buried in a chick’s asshole, while holding her golden hair like a rein, while a second chick was shoving a vibrator up his asshole. So much sugar to make the world go round and I just discovered one of Greene’s secrets. But hey, each to their own and I wasn’t there to judge, I was there to smack his head in.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he seethed.

“You broke into my room, so I’m returning the favor.”

“You’re a fucking perv,” he hissed, removing the vibrator from his ass and tossing it at me.

“Fucking gross!” I shouted, dodging the wet vibrator as it flew past me and smacked against the wall. The last thing I wanted in the entire world was Greene’s anal residue on my clothes or skin. Even the thought of it made me want to gag. “Why the fuck did you break into my room?”

His cock was still up that chick’s anus. She was on her hands and knees, close to an orgasm before I interrupted their parade. “Get the fuck out of here!”

“Nah! Tell me, why the fuck did you break into my room?”

“I didn’t!”

“Bullshit! Are trying to set me up?” I accused.

He screwed his face up. “No.” The girl on her hands and knees started to move her body off his cock, only to receive a swift smack on the backside. “Don’t fucking move. I’ll finish when I’m done talking to this fucker.”

“Fucking liar! Do you want to know how I know you’re lying?” I pointed my finger at his face.

“I don’t care.”

“You left a calling card, dumbass.” I took the balaclava out of my bag and showed.

He shrugged. “Never seen that before in my life.”

“Fucking liar! You were hoping I wouldn’t notice?” I hissed.

The smarmy asshole acted dumb, but I knew he was lying through his teeth. Liam Greene and lying go hand and hand. Just like Adam Sweeney and violence go hand and hand. The on-campus attempted rape was by four men in black balaclavas. What’s the bet, Greene was wearing my balaclava and was trying to set me up.

“I’ll deal with you later,” I said, hotly.

“Can’t wait.” He winked at me, pouted his lips like a girl, and rage flooded through me. I flew at him, my hands clasped tightly around his throat. I wanted to drain every ounce of blood from his rotten carcass. The two naked girls screamed hysterically, as Greene smacked me a couple times around the head. Coming to my senses, I released my grip and backed off.

“I bet you’ve fucked Adam over!” he yelled at me. “Probably killed him, eh?” were the last words I heard as I stormed down the hall.

TWELVE

Jace

Gallagher: I’ve changed my mind.

Me: About what?

Gallagher: Lessons.

I cracked up laughing. It was the first time I’d smiled or laughed in several days. Normally, I’m the joker or trickster in the Vault, yet lately, life had taken a drastic turn making everything heavy and serious.

Sweeney still hadn’t turned up. His car was nowhere to be found and he still wasn’t answering his cell. Honestly, I didn’t care that he was dead or gone, because I hated him, but the police were sniffing around even more than before. Detective Mathias was convinced that the four men who tried to rape that girl two Fridays ago was from the Vault. To add to that she seemed convinced that Sweeney’s disappearance was suspicious and likely involved roommates from the Vault also. But where’s the proof? Why would any of us kill him mid season? Seriously, that made no sense.

I was sitting in my boring-as-fuck management class when Rhys’s text came through. With everything that had gone on, Cody had laid off harassing me about digging dirt on Moody. It won’t last, though. He’ll start getting on my back about it again the closer we get to Christmas. Christmas and reconnecting with family had a habit of bringing out the worst or the best in people. In my and Cody’s cases, it brought out the worst, but in different ways.

Me: Where are you?

Gallagher: I didn’t mean now.

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