Page 5 of Devious Gambit

I groaned. I hated those boring-as-fuck meetings. The only reason Cody and I go to them is we’d lose our place in the Vault. In addition, it gave us a leg up to find a good job once we graduated, if we had that choice. I had no choice. I had to work for the firm, once I was done with this university.

Anyway, half the time I’d forget to wear the stupid ring, yet that’s one of the criteria’s of being a member. I couldn’t figure out what’s so interesting about secret societies, when nothing secretive goes on there. Honestly, I was hoping for a nerd cull or a mass orgy, instead the president of S&C recites limericks and discusses rising ex-members in politics and business.

“The topic of discussion is ex-S and C members associated with the Sweeneys and Fontaines,” Cody added.

“How do you know?”

“Ridge told me,” he replied, nodding towards Ridge who was jogging to his car. Ridge was a junior, wide receiver for the Hawks, and a member of the Bloodz. He lived on the third floor of The Vault and conspired with Cody to organize the best parties the state of Michigan.

“History. What’s to discuss there?” I asked.

He shrugged, messing up his blond hair with his fingers. “Something to do with incriminating photographs.”

“Cock sucking pics?”

“Nah, like Bloodz’ hazing.”

“Which reminds me, I had a little chat with Rhys.”

“Who?”

“Gallagher.” My mind drifted back to when I saw her from a distance sitting in the library alone, her sad face hidden behind a curtain of long brown hair. I gazed at her for a few seconds before I approached, just because I liked looking at her. I couldn’t explain why. She’s not exactly bright and perky with her drab hair and pale skin. She rarely smiled, and was nervy as fuck, but she was funny in a peculiar, kooky sort of way. I imagined sliding my cock into her mouth on more than one occasion, and if she let me touch her pussy and titties, she won’t regret it.

I checked my phone to see if Gallagher had taken up my offer only to find a message from Stacey McMillan, asking if I wanted to stay the night at her place. I’ll wait a couple of hours before I answer that one.

“Uh yeah,” Cody’s ears suddenly pricked up. “Get anything?”

“Looks like she definitely saw what happened Friday night.”

“Uh fuck, Sweeney. Another reason to kill him.”

“I don’t think she saw who it was doing the deed, apart from Sweeney and maybe Liam.”

He cringed. “Probably because they’re both dumb as fuck.”

I added, “She wants to know who the girl was to see if she’s okay.”

Cody screwed his face up. “Not my problem. What about the other thing?”

“I’d have to work on her to loosen her up. She’s not going to open up to me about her family yet.”

“Just keep an eye on her.”

A while back Cody asked me to dig some dirt on Tristan Fisher, Rhys’ cousin, and I inadvertently discovered a dark little secret about Gallagher. It was only by chance that I came across it, and unfortunately, for Rhys it’s put a target on her back. Let’s just say, Cody and Gallagher are bound by blood.

We figured the best way to extract information out of Gallagher was to get close to her, so that’s what I’m doing. Believe me, I ain’t complaining about it. However, she’s not exactly a g-string wearing groupie and it’s going to be harder than Cody realizes. Luckily, he chose the right man for the job and I will enjoy every fucking second.

When we got back to the Vault, Sweeney was laid up on the couch playing Grand Theft Auto. Cody gave his shin a good kick. “Where the fuck were you?”

“Here,” he grunted.

“Coach called us in for fucking analytics about the game, you dumbass,” Cody threw at him.

“I’m quitting the fucking team.”

“Good,” Cody spat. “Pack your bags and get your ass out of this house.”

“Fuck off,” he murmured.

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