Page 83 of Drown in You

His grin is eerie. “So you haven’t found it yet.”

“Found what?” My heart thunders so hard I can barely hear the words leave my mouth.

“Give me your phone.” He holds out his hand. He’s mere feet away now. This is my last chance. I have to run—“Give me your fucking phone.”

I toss him my backpack, where it lands on the concrete with a thud. My phone isn’t in there, but his search might buy me some time. He upends the bag, spilling the contents onto the sidewalk. I cringe as my laptop hits the concrete with a clatter, along with my notebooks and pens and disposable camera.

Without a second thought, Marcus stomps on my laptop with a sickening crunch.

Then the camera.

My heart shatters with it. No. The camera Luke gave me the night we met. The camera with all the photos I’ve taken this semester.

“Where is it?” he barks, spreading the mess with his foot.

He wants my phone so he can stop me from calling for help. With his attention on my belongings at his feet, I spin and dart down the sidewalk.

My breath heaves out of my lungs as Marcus smacks me against the brick wall of the library, crushing me. My whole body aches, lungs desperate for air as his heavy weight pins me, unmoving. “You’re not running from me again.”

His hazel eyes don’t blaze—they’re lifeless. Vacant. He has only one objective, one final mission in life.

To destroy me.

A sick smile distorts his features. “How do you like getting railed by your stepbrother?”

My heart stops.

He knows. He knows about me and Luke. How the hell did he find out?

“I’m going to make sure everyone knows that you’re a little cum slut for your stepbrother.” He jerks me forward only to slam me back against the brick wall.

A pained cry bursts past my lips. “Marcus, please?—”

Behind him, tires charge up the parking lot. Marcus turns as the high beams blind him and the horn blares, deafening us.

The first car skids to a stop, followed by another. Four Devils pop out. Knox, Damien, Finn, and Luke.

Marcus releases his hold on me to face the four giant hockey players.

Relief like I’ve never felt before nearly makes me collapse to my knees. I clutch at my heart in a weak attempt to stop it from exploding in my chest and scramble away from him, keeping a hand braced against the brick wall.

“Get the fuck away from her!” Luke puts himself between me and Marcus while Damien, Knox, and Finn surround him.

Miraculously, Marcus holds up his hands in surrender. Even he’s smart enough to know he wouldn’t stand a chance against them.

“Four-on-one doesn’t exactly seem fair, does it?” he drawls.

“He obviously doesn’t know us.” For the first time, Knox’s cocky smirk has a sinister edge.

“We don’t give a fuck about fair,” Damien snarls. “Get off our campus, poodle.”

Marcus’s cheeks flush a deep shade of red, rage darkening his eyes. “We’re the Bulldogs.”

“You’re nothing.” Luke’s protective arm wrapped around me tugs me close.

When Finn steps closer, arms folded, Marcus retreats. “Relax. I’m going.”

He heads for his car, flashing one final glare at me. A threat and a promise rolled into one.

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