Page 1 of Pin-up Girl

Prologue

Elise

These fucking stripper heels were not conducive to running away.

And that was exactly what I needed to be doing. Right now.

Shouts behind me echoed down the alley. Their panic bounced off of pavement still glistening from the fresh rain. At least it wasn’t raining right now. My lungs were going to explode with how greedily I sucked in air.

“There she is!” Emmett, the university’s most in demand bachelor. It was said he could make panties drop with a wink and his signature smirk. Now, he was using those lips to scream out my location.

Damn. Damn.

Another set of footsteps joined Emmett’s, and now two of the three Kings of Alpha Delta Omega were on my ass. From the lack of shouting, I’d say the second guy was Jules. The Mute.

After some kind of accident as a kid, he literally couldn’t speak.

This was not a good idea. I should have stayed in my room, reading smut and giving myself a hell of a good time.

Yes.The end of the alley was steps away, and once I was out, there would be people, lights. All the things that would make it impossible to confront me.

A shadow barred my way, and I craned my neck up and up. Until finally, I made it to the gorgeous and hideously angry face of Milo. The king ofthe kings.

Jules and Emmett closed in on my back, and I was left spinning, trying to keep everyone in my sight. These guys were not going to get rid of me. They were not going to ruin my life because I saw something I shouldn’t have.

Fuck. That.

“What’s your name, babe?” Emmett flashed a mechanical yet charming smile my way.

Little did he know, I was immune to his charms. Everyone knew how he operated on campus, and I wasn’t about to let him lull me into a false sense of lust before he slit my throat.

“If I gave a fuck, I’d tell you. Guess what? I don’t. Fresh out.” I made a show of checking the nonexistent pockets of my miniskirt.

Milo touched my arm with two fingers and I yanked away from him. “Cute. We’re not going to hurt you.” Lie. “We just want to chat. What’s your name?”

His voice was smooth and calming. His whole persona had changed in a heartbeat, sayingI’m safe, you can trust me.

I wasn’t. I couldn’t.

“I’ve seen her around. I think she’s in my econ class.” Emmett snapped his fingers, trying to recall my name. It eluded him.

Jules circled the three of us, watching me with sharp eyes the entire time. He was waiting for me to run, I could tell. He may even be hoping for it. His arms flexed, muscles easily visible under the dim streetlight half a block away.

Milo scanned my body. If I were him, I’d be looking for a purse, or anywhere where I would have stuck a wallet. I didn’t have one on me. I left it in the club.

I waited a beat. One. Two. Three.

“Listen, babe,” Emmett said, like the meaningless term of endearment would put me at ease. “You aren’t leaving until we get some answers. How about we go back to the Shack and get to know each other?”

The Shack being the nickname for the huge ass mansion their fraternity occupied. Everyone knew it. Only the chosen could enter.

“This has been fun and all, but I can’t hang around. This bitch has things to do. And my girlfriend’s waiting on me. You don’t want her to call the cops if I don’t find her, do you?” I flipped the large curls in my long blonde hair over my shoulder.

“We’ll take care of that. No need to alarm anyone. Emmett.” Milo nodded to Emmett over my head and circled my bicep with long fingers. “Let’s go. My car is right down the street.”

I gulped, my mind racing a thousand miles a minute, trying to figure a way out of this mess. With Milo’s firm grip on my arm, they weren’t giving me a choice. The Mute walked so close to my back, his breath feathered over my neck. There was no way out.

I was fucked.

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