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He checks over his shoulder, looking around as if someone will see him speaking to me. Never making eye contact.

“Look, you’re a fun time but I can’t afford to be seen with you. No pussy is worth losing my place on the team and your boyRyker has made it clear that if I touch you again, or so much as breathed on you, I’d be dead.”

“You don’t honestly think he’d kill you Romero.” My eyes roll.

That’s when he finally meets my glare, “Yes, I do. Him and his brothers are fucked in the head and when it comes to their little toy? Yeah, it’s not worth it.”

Storming past me his long legs carry him further away until there’s nothing left of him visible. What the hell was that?

CHAPTER FOUR

RYKER

The tapping of my thumb on the leather steering wheel of our Tahoe mimics the beat of Cole’s music.

“How long are we going to sit here watching her walk through campus?” Cole asks, his eyes not lifting from his iPad.

He never goes anywhere without at least one of his toys. His need to be in control of everything. He has gotten us out of serious shit, the way he can move around inside networks, decoding, it’s a brilliant skill to have for our particular family business. It’s even better when he can track a certain blonde haired princess that’s out late tonight.

“Until I figure out where the little killjoy goes every night.”

West scoffs from the passenger seat, phone in hand, scrolling whatever app he has pulled up. It’s a surprise that he’s with us tonight instead of in the pants of one of the cheerleaders. Hell, our little killer’s roommate, Ally, is always riding his jockstrap. Ignoring my brother's complaints, my gaze finds the back of her head. Long blonde hair is piled high on her head. She uses anoversized black hoodie to cover her body, but what catches my eyes is the long expanse of leg visible under that hoodie.

What the fuck?Her toned tan legs are bare all the way up to the hem. My fingers tighten around the wheel, knuckles turning white, just looking at her shuffling into her dorm hall. It takes me several minutes to process what I saw before my attention is pulled to Cole.

“What the hell was she wearing walking across campus at night?” My voice is hard.

“Well, she wasn’t with Romeo because a little bird just posted a photo of him and Cassie with his tongue down her throat. So, the question is who didn’t listen to the hands off order.”

Looking up from his iPad the light shines on his hollow green eyes, the dark circles under them staring back at me. Reminding me that we need to keep an eye on him. West pockets his phone beside me, our eyes connecting for a split second before he breaks the silence. My attempt to tune him out about getting his dick wet is useless. Coming to Hawthorne was supposed to serve a purpose, to make sure she suffered for what her dad did.

“Yo, let’s go. I’ve had enough of this undercover cop bullshit take me by the baller's house. I have a cream pie sandwich to fill.” West says, propping his elbow against the window.

Slugging him in the shoulder, I pop the SUV into reverse and pull out the parking lot. We only make it a block away before G is calling my phone. Running the metal ring across the back of my teeth my finger taps the green button on the screen.

“Hey man.” I answer, keeping one hand on the wheel.

“My man, we have movement from Kingston’s lackey Hank. We’ve been keeping tabs on Kingston’s calls and who he meets with and this time we have someone that’s pulling on the list you gave us. Want us to follow him?”

Hank was one of my dad’s old colleagues that was brought into the business by Kingston himself. He hasn’t been seen since that night and now we have him spotted close to town. My phone creaks under the pressure of my fingers and the taste of rage seeps into my tastebuds. If he and Kingston are working on something together we’ll be the first to know about it, that I’ll make sure of. This isn’t their town anymore. The Stone family no longer holds a partnership with the Kingstons and never will again.

“Follow him but lay low. The last thing we need is him aware of us watching Kingston’s every move.”

Hanging up, my phone slides across the dash after I toss it. It takes a deep breath and Cole's voice to yank me back to the road.

“Hank Harlow?” Cole asks.

I give him a curt nod, keeping my focus out the windshield, “He’s back in town it seems. Which means we need someone with eyes on Princess Kingston every second. If she so much as breaths near her dad’s building I want to know about it. West, get a team together to snuff her out, we need her to think she’s back in your good graces. Use her girl Ally if you have to, fuck her, turn her out, I don’t care.”

He pulls out his phone with a smirk, “I’d fuck her for the hell of it, but the motivation makes it more fun. Cole, let’s see if we can get the little killjoy’s phone for a tracker. If Hank is close and visiting her dad then that means they are planning something.”

“Hmm.”

Cole adjust his legs again, getting restless with the constant reminder of what her family did to ours. What we lost because of greed and money hungry men. The air around us shifts into revenge driven rage and now we all have a job to do, but I’ll take joy in mine. She thinks the fire burned her perfect bronze skin? I’ll make sure she’s nothing but embers drifting into nothing when I’m done with her, but not before I fuck the happiness from her eyes.

West steps out into the dark night, shutting the door without saying anything. He’ll be home later, either tonight or tomorrow, after he’s finished having his fill of the pussy sandwich he plans to indulge in tonight. Cole stays in his spot, unmoving, eyes still cast down at whatever he sees on the screen. Driving the three blocks back to our place we ride with the radio off, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Where Cole goes when he’s thinking of her we don’t know, but the danger is always there buried deep in the ground. We almost lost him to the deepest depths of his mind after the fire. After we lost her. Thankfully our focus on making the princess pay has given him something to fixate on.

Sunday is tomorrow though and Cole will be gone all day just like every other Sunday before. It’s all he can do to keep his head on straight. West on the other hand would rather bury his dick into anything that walks to drown out what it meant to lose everything we thought we had. Using warm bodies.

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