Page 78 of Depraved Desires

A sliver of fear snaked through me, but I didn’t regret what I’d done. They couldn’t keep toying with me, expecting me not to retaliate. I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes, have my phone, or even sit on the damn furniture. Myles was treating me like a dog.

“We had an agreement,” Foster started, pinning his gaze on Collin who was settled back against the leather couch.

Hunter rolled his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”

Foster rounded on Hunter instantly, anger pouring off of him in waves. “Do you have something you want to say to me?” he growled, his eyes flashing with fury.

“Enough,” Myles snapped, slicing through their bickering. His gaze remained on me the entire time, his jaw ticking. “She’s doing this on purpose and you’re feeding into it.” He finally looked at Collin who had the decency to appear sheepish.

Like I said…he had a sixth sense.

The plan was simple. Take each of them down one by one until I was the last one standing. They tried to kill me, and they did kill Raven. I sounded like a broken record, but if I didn’t repeat it enough, then it felt like I’d be disregarding what had happened. I might have had some weird feelings when it came to Collin, but he still had a hand in what happened. For that, he needed to pay too.

“The next person who disregards my rules will spend the night in the fucking cellar. Don’t try me.” Myles looked between all of his friends, anger evident on his face. Finally, he turned back to me. “On the floor. Now.” He motioned to the slab of wood beneath his feet.

Annoyance bubbled up inside me but dropped down onto the floor anyways. The cold wood pressed against my skin, making me shift uncomfortably. Myles moved behind me, dropping down in the spot I’d just been occupying. Hunter took the seat next to Collin, leaving Foster to move to the armchair as usual.

The sooner we could get back to the academy, the better.

“What’s for lunch?” Collin questioned as the aroma of food permeated the air. It smelled divine, but I wouldn’t be eating it. Not with what I had planned.

“Spaghetti,” Foster called out while hovering over the stove in the next room. “It’s almost done. Adding in the meatballs now.” He turned back to the meal, stirring every now and then before he retrieved the meatballs from the oven and dropped them in the pot.

I moved to my feet quickly, muttering something about needing to use the bathroom. I hoped it would be enough to keep them from following after me this time. I made my way down the hall and crept into Myles’s room, closing the door behind me.

I wasted no time lifting the mattress and retrieving the three pills, cupping them in the palm of my hand before slipping out into the hallway again. The guys’ voices rang out as they all talked amongst themselves, but I didn’t pay any mind to what was being said. Instead, I made my way into the kitchen, trying to be as discreet as possible.

Foster turned to look at me, his eyebrows raised. “Can I help you?”

I nodded, my pulse thundering in my ears. If they caught me before I could do this, not only would it be a complete fail, but they’d surely punish me for it, too. “Could you do me a favor?” he hedged, knowing that trying to get him to leave this room would be next to impossible.

He snorted in response. “You want to askmefor a favor?”

“If anyone could do it, it’s you.” I shrugged, not entirely sure what I planned on asking. He titled his head, holding a ladle in his hand that dripped with red sauce. Blowing out a breath, my eyes darted to the ceiling as my nerves got the best of me. “Could you convince Myles to get my phone from the club?” I tried, looking at him once more. “The people I was staying with…they’re probably worried sick about me.”

“And who is it that you were staying with?” he asked.

Alarm bells sounded in the back of my skull. I couldn’t tell him the truth. Not only would he become suspicious, but it could put everyone in harms way. The thought of putting Monroe and Rocky in this mess made my stomach turn. I’ve seen what these guys were capable of. They could kill anyone they wanted to and get away with it. That’s already been proven.

My chest constricted as I tried to figure out what story to spin. They already knew I worked at the club. Maybe that could be used to my advantage.

I swallowed thickly, trying my best to calm my racing heart. “Just a couple of friends I made at the club.” I shrugged. “If they know I’m okay, they probably won’t alert authorities. That would be another mess for you.”

He stared at me for a long moment before the silver ball popped in between his lips as he rolled it. He hissed through his teeth. “I’ll mention it,” he decided. “But I can’t promise anything. Myles is stubborn as hell.”

“Then you both have that in common,” I retorted, unable to help myself.

“How am I stubborn?”

The fact that he had to even ask almost made me laugh. He was probably the most stubborn person I’d ever met, only seeing things his way. Myles was a close second. Before now, he hadn’t been so bad to me. Aside from the sexual assault.

“Never mind,” I muttered. The last thing I needed to do was get caught up in some debate about his personality. “Will you go ask him now?”

“Now?” he repeated.

I bit my lip and nodded. Part of me didn’t think he would. He hated me and enjoyed my suffering. But the last thing he wanted was to get cops involved, especially after murdering someone.

He released a sigh, his gaze darting over to the food that was waiting.

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