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Tommy’s lips curled into a smirk that did nothing to mask the underlying threat in his eyes. "A new supply."

I raised an eyebrow, keeping my voice steady. "The next supply isn’t due until October twenty-ninth."

“We want more before then,” he insisted, the tone of his voice demanding rather than requesting.

I narrowed my eyes. "The supply I’ve given you is for Crimsonvale students, to be doled out and limited. That’s my agreement with the MC.”

Fury chuckled, a rough, humorless sound. “What can I say? We’ve got some greedy ones this year.”

I braced my hands on my hips, my gut churning with a mix of anger and frustration. “Or maybe you’re blowing through the supply some other way, selling to townspeople or taking freebies. Either way, not my fucking problem. I’ll tell that straight to Razor if I need to.”

Tommy's smirk widened, showing teeth. "Who do you think authorized us to ask for more? And before you mouth off again, you should know if we don’t get it from you, we’ll just get it from someone else."

I stiffened. The deal with Devil’s Engine was crystal clear: I was the only one who supplied the drugs they sold to Crimsonvale University kids. The agreement was to ensure that the drugs met a quality standard, keeping them as safe as possible for the students. And once the supply ran out, that was it. The Devil’s Outcasts MC had the power to maintain thatboundary. Sure, some desperate kids might venture outside, but with the motorcycle club being the reigning drug force, any dealer would think twice before selling to a CU student.

That didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen.

Visions of students flashed through my mind—giggling at a joke, studying diligently in the library, laughing as they made their way across the campus. Even the ones who'd never touched a drug in their lives might get tempted, might consider trying just once. And Camille, vibrant, fierce, and insatiably curious Camille—she was pushing her own boundaries in ways that both excited and terrified me. She might stay away from drugs because of her mother’s death, but if she ever decided to experiment...

The weight of my double life pressed down on me like a physical force. By day, I guided students, helped them navigate their troubles. But once the sun went down, I danced with the devil. My own reasoning for my involvement felt flimsy now, yet I clung to it.

I gritted my teeth. “How much do you want?”

Tommy held up his fingers, naming a quantity that wasn’t trivial but wasn’t as bad as I feared, either.

“And then we return to the normal delivery schedule?”

Tommy’s lips twisted into a smug smile. “Sure.”

I met his gaze head-on, seething with rage but forcing calm into my voice. "This is the only time I'm making an exception. Don’t test me because you’ll regret it.”

For a moment, silence hung between us, punctuated only by the distant keening cry of a hawk. Then Fury laughed, a rough, throaty chuckle that made my skin crawl. "Bold words for someone in your position."

I shot him a dark look. “Remember them.”

“Oh, I’ll remember. Just like I remember the pretty little thing you were talking to back there. She the cunt you fucked up Serpent for?”

A cold dread slithered through me. I stared at him, barely stopping myself from lunging at him and wrapping my hands around his throat. The only thing that stopped me was the knowledge that if I didn’t manage to kill them both, they’d immediately go after Camille.

“I’m not into short, skinny girls,” I said calmly.

Tommy laughed but Fury just stared at me.

Without another word, I turned then mounted my bike. Revving the engine, I took one last glance at the pair, my gaze cold, a silent promise of what was to come if they pushed me too far. But inside, I felt sick to my stomach.

Whatever chance I thought I had of being with Camille, even for just a short while, was dead in the water. I needed to cut off contact with her, even if it felt like I’d be cutting out my own heart.

Chapter 47

Camille

“Interesting spot you picked to study, Rebel.”

I looked up to see Kage walking toward me. He’d texted me a few minutes ago and I’d told him I found a free table in the library on the fifth floor. I was still rattled by what had happened with Dante but I forced myself to smile.

“Why do you say that?”

He threw his backpack on the table and grabbed a seat. “How about I tell you after we’re done studying?”

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