Page 58 of Devious Gambit

The front door opened and slammed shut and Ridge went out to see who just walked in. “Got injured?” we heard him ask someone from the foyer. There was no reply, but when Ridge stepped back into the kitchen and announced “No time like the present,” we knew it was Greene.

“Is he upright?” Josh asked.

“Barely and he’s limping, holding his cock.”

“Some chick likely did a number on him,” Cody said.

“Yeah when he tried to boink her,” I added. “Do you guys know who the other two suspects were from that Friday night binge?”

“You, wasn’t it?” Josh joked, smirking.

“I wasn’t there,” I affirmed, “but the lady cop is going to find out and I think we should deal to them first.”

“Why?” Ridge asked. “It’s not our business.”

There was no use. I was getting nothing out of them. The only person who might squeal was Greene if I tortured him enough. After all, that was the deal. If Rhys visited her crim daddy, I’d find out who the two rapists were. I just hoped it wasn’t anyone standing in the kitchen.

“So, how are we going to break his leg?” Josh asked.

“I’ve got a baseball bat,” I told him.

“That’ll do,” Ridge suggested. “We hold him down, while you beat the living shit out of him.”

“Wait,” Josh halted us. “We gotta to be smart about this. We don’t want any of us off the team for beating that fucker up.”

“Greene won’t snitch,” I argued, “if it makes him look like a wiener.”

“We can’t give him a beating under this roof, too many witnesses,” Josh stated. “It’ll be smarter to lure him somewhere secluded like-” He stopped mid sentence when a blood curdling howl sounded out, followed by someone running quickly down the stairs.

“Fuck!” someone yelled from the grand entrance.

We left the kitchen and filed out into the entrance area where our dorm mate and fellow Hawk’s team member, Darryn, stood there looking freaked. “Greene’s up on the roof acting like a space cadet, threatening to jump off. I think he’s taken a hallucinogenic.”

“Fuck, all our Christmases have come at once,” Cody mumbled.

By the time we got up to the third floor and peered out the window at him, he’d removed all of his clothing and his arms were stretched out like Jesus on the cross. Darryn called emergency services and told them a drugged-up, suicide attempt by a depressed student was in play. I’d never considered Greene to be depressed, but I guess he missed his close friend and ally, even though they were both sick fucks.

It wasn’t long before an audience of mostly students gathered on the road below, gasping every time Greene walked along the roof. He was swaying on his feet, staggering unsteadily along the sharp rise of the roof, moving dangerously close to the edge.

Darryn climbed out of his third storey window and scaled up the trellis to the roof, while us guys ran down to the ground floor and out onto the front yard.

“I smell something fishy!” Greene yelled out across the skies, stepping to the edge of the roof to dangle his foot over. The audience reacted hysterically, which spurred him on.

“What the fuck did he take?” I overheard Ridge mumble to Cody. “It ain’t one of our illicits.”

“You better check your stash,” Cody warned him, “you know he can break locks.”

“They’re in a safe and only I know the combination,” Ridge assured him.

We heard the distant sounds of sirens as university security tried to usher people away, unsuccessfully.

“Fishy, fishy, fishy,” Liam bellowed from the rooftop. “Bit my cock!”

“Did he just say a fish bit his cock?” Josh enquired.

“Fishy, fishy, fishy,” Greene called out again, “in the lake…”

We could see Darryn walking slowly behind Greene on the roof, as if he planned to grab him. The problem with that scenario was that Greene was larger, heavier and standing right on the edge. The roof was probably slippery, since it’s been cold and frosty. Bad move. It will only end in disaster.

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