Page 15 of Raise 'Em Up

I have been wanting to smash that asshole’s face in ever since I heard him and Rylee discussing blackmailing Lennox. Yes, now I know the truth, but he’s lucky I didn’t fly down here sooner and do it.

“Are you just going to lay here, or get up and join us in the water?” Len says, running over to us and dripping all over my leg. I glance out at the water once more, where Rylee is waving to me.

“Fuck it. Let’s get wet.”

“Are you sure this is his address?” Donny asks as we Uber to some fancy estate about twenty minutes from the hotel.

“This is the place he has listed on his employee form as place of residence,” Colt replies and I scoff.

“I wonder who else this prick has blackmailed to afford this,” I grumble and Len nods.

“You can let us out here. If you wouldn’t mind waiting, I’ll double the fare,” Don says to Liam and he nods.

Opening the SUV door, we climb out and keep to the shadows along Rylee’s ex’s front gate. Looking up, I don’t see any cameras, but you can never be too careful. Colt stops us and hands over the masks for us to wear tonight.

He didn’t want to do traditional black ski masks because it’s not like we’re casing the place, so he found some light up ones.

“These are sick. I want to use them on campus. Sneak up on some of the team in the dark,” Donny says with a fake witch’s laugh, and Len smacks him in the stomach, hissing for him to shut up.

Colt stops walking and pulls out his phone with a sigh. “We better be quick. Rylee is already asking where we are,” he says, so we pick up the pace.

“Back door,” I point out, and we curve around the house to a porch. I immediately see our target through the kitchen window. He has some rock music blasting and he’s head banging while making a sandwich.

We don’t knock. We don’t smash glass. All we do is turn the knob and step inside. I remove my mask, because we never wanted to hide who we were from him. Just in case the place had security.

“What the fuck?!” Chaz shouts when he looks up and sees us. Jumping, he drops his knife slathered in mayo onto the pristine marble floor.

“Oh, Chazy boy, I have waited a long time to meet you,” Donny coos, stepping around us and moving closer to him. I watch as his face pales and he glances between the four of us.

“I didn’t have a choice! That Kondum douche found out something about my past and was going to use it against me. I don’t know how he knew I had the video.” He immediately starts to cower and babble.

Rolling my neck from side to side, I give him a nasty grin as I prepare to beat him into the ground.

“That’s good to know, but we’re here because you thought you could tape us in the first place,” Len says, placing a finger to his bottom lip in thought, tapping it a few times. “You really shouldn’t have bothered because my father wouldn’t have cared. All you ended up doing was pissing us off and ruining our relationship with Rylee. But don’t worry, we’re all good now,” he continues.

“That slut never deserved to leave Sanderson. Who does she think she is? Mary fucking Poppins,” Chaz blabbers, nostrils flaring in anger, and Donny scrunches his nose. I shake my head, because I have no idea what he’s trying to say.

“Grab him,” I order and Donny and Len lurch forward, restraining his arms behind his back. The weasel is weak, and he's no opponent for me.

“Oh, Chazy boy. My man, Teo, is going to love rearranging your face,” Donny hisses with a devious smile, looking insane.

“No, please, I… I’m sorry. I don’t have any more copies besides those on my phone. Just take my phone,” Chaz pleads, but I’ve heard enough from this loser asshole.

Lifting my arm, I swing my fist into his gut first, knocking the air from his lungs. He gasps and I smirk.

“This is going to be fun.”

Walking into the Penthouse, we try to be quiet, assuming Rylee is sleeping, but we shouldn’t have bothered. Donny is giggling like a madman and Len keeps shushing him. We were only gone for an hour at most.

Rylee is sitting on the couch with a paperback in her hand, reading. She looks up when we enter and raises one of her eyebrows in question. I am on a fighting high, and all I want to do is bend her over the couch like our first time together, but I need a shower first.

The dickhead ended up pissing himself before I could even get a third hit in. Colt was disgusted and Donny began gagging, so I cold-cocked him, grabbed his phone, and called it good.

Len may have gotten a few kicks in as well when he fell to the kitchen floor, but I’m not one to judge.

Standing, she moves toward us and Donny rushes over, scooping her up into his arms, tossing her over his shoulder and smacking her ass.

“Donny, stop!” she squeals as he takes her to the bedroom.

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