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“That sounds like FBI speak for bomb.”

His smile widens. “That’s overprotective dad speak for covering all the bases.” He calls out, “Brex, make sure you sweep The Trium’s cars when you’re finished.”

It takes an hour but the security team declares my bike and our cars are clean, with no sign of tampering. Holden scowls at the lead agent. “Itwastampered with. By your own initial assessment, you identified the engine was warm which suggest someone was riding his bike without permission.”

“What I meant was there is no evidence that his motorcycle is unsafe to ride. If he wants to file a police report that’s below my pay grade.”

Holden shakes his head as if he’s disappointed in the agent. “Did you check for malware? How sure are you someone won’t hack into his bike’s computer system and drive him off a cliff the next time he goes for a ride?”

Parker passes his phone to Holden. He flicks his finger across the screen a few times, then hands it back to his dad, and asks,“You trust his report?”

“I do.” All traces of humor are gone, when Parker says, “And if it turns out to be false report, and anything happens to any of you as a result of his deception, Agent Milligan’s face will be on the missing person’s wall at the station. I’ll spearhead the investigation and all the leads will go cold. I’ll sit around and lament how sad it is that I couldn’t close the case, while he turns into worm food in a community garden.”

Finn laughs as Agent Mulligan stammers, “It’s an accurate report sir,” before running off to join his team.

I find myself smiling too. I appreciate the fact that our bond with Holden means Parker has always included Finn and me in his overprotective dad routine.

Chapter33

Deacon

It’s hard to watch out for people whowantyou to have their backs. It’s even harder when the person you’re trying to protect won’t take basic measures to protect themselves. Thea falls into the latter category.

It’s not that she’s doing anything overtly dangerous. Overtlymore dangerousthan what she was doing before her attack, like fighting. But I still think she should be restricted to class, and her dorm room, and only leave campus when she’s accompanied by people who actually pay attention to her and give a shit.

But of course, it’s not that simple with her. She finds the path with the most danger, the most resistance, and takes it. It’s what I both admire and want to throttle her about.

Today, she’s doing something super reckless. I heard rumors that Pax’s bike was stolen from the garage last week, and wondered who would be stupid enough to cross The Trium. I should’ve known it would be her. The one person on campus that saysfuck youin all caps.

I watch her inspect the new security lock on the back roll-up door of the parking garage. That must’ve been how she got the bike out of here without anyone seeing her. Sorry, not sorry, sweetness. Your joy riding days are over.

I keep to the shadows as I follow her, watching as she pushes the bike up to the fifth level ramp. If I wasn’t watching, I’d never believe it. This girl is certifiable. She jumps on the bike, revs the engine, then goes careening down to the third level at breakneck speed and jumps the wall.

The bike lands on one wheel, and she holds the wheelie until she’s halfway down the alley before shooting down the rest of it like a bullet out of the chamber of a gun. It’s impressive and scary that she’d try something stupid like that when her arm’s still compromised.

As a faculty member, I should be thinking about scolding her and reporting the theft. Instead, I adjust my now hard cock, run back to my car and gun the engine racing towards the back gate of campus, trying to catch up to her.

She’s careful about taking back streets. Clearly, this isn’t her first foray into grand theft auto. She’s smart enough to know she needs to avoid street cameras. I’m expecting her to go somewhere specific, but she doesn’t. She reaches the edge of town and just rides the open road, leaning into the turns until she reaches Red Bluff. Then she slows, turning onto a stretch of beach and stops, puts the kickstand down, leans back on the bike, her feet propped up on the handlebars.

She sits, watching the waves. No one comes to meet her, and she doesn’t take any calls. She just sits, though I imagine I feel the thrum of tension in the air. It’s in the way she’s tapping her thigh.

Thea’s bored. Restless. This little display must be her way of letting off steam. I have to get her back in the ring before she does something really stupid. Like… well shit, what would be stupider than stealing a Trium’s bike and taking it for a joyride when your dominate arm isn’t fully working? I don’t know, but I’m sure Thea will figure it out and do it.

I have the thought that I know how to give her a thrill that’ll curb the restless energy in us both. It starts with her mouth on my cock and ends with my cock buried in her pussy. I groan at the thought. Why am I abstaining?

I want this girl. I’m sure she still wants me, and clearly she’s not worried about healing, the way she’s hopping ledges and riding cliff walls. I beat back the caveman part of my brain that’s screaming at me to go over there and fuck her right now. This part of the beach is deserted, but it’s not safe. She’s still here with stolen merchandise. Plus, there’s the little matter of The League of the Daggered Ravens announcing that she’s part of the legacy lines.

It’s a double-edged sword. She’ll gain respect, privilege, and notoriety, but her family isn’t in good standing and if she gets caught with Pax’s bike, The League wouldn’t hesitate to punish her as a consequence for the Hughes’ deception all these years.

Thea’s not dumb. She knows she can’t stay here all night. She straightens, starts the bike and takes a different route back to the garage. I’m wondering how she’s thinks she’s going to sneak it in, and then I see her go up to the roll-up door. The security lock is on the outside. She fiddles with her phone and then pushes the door halfway up. She ducks under the door, pushing the bike inside and then closes it back. I drive around to the front of the building and park on the first level, then walk over to the side of the structure to watch what she’s doing. She calmly walks the bike back to its spot.

As long as she puts it back the way she found it, no one will know it was gone. She doesn’t do that. I pull out my phone to warn her, but stop when I see her shoulders shaking. She’s parked it wrong just to fuck with Pax. She’s such a brat, and brats need discipline.

I hurry back to my car and drive to the faculty apartment complex, park it, then jog back across campus. I’m waiting by the back end of the library. The student made path through the grass is the best route to take if you’re sneaking to the garage to mess with somebody’s car orbike. I grab her before she even clears the last line of trees and push her back into the brush.

She freezes for way too long. I keep my grip on her, hating the delayed reaction. Finally, she pushes through her fear and starts struggling to get out of my hold.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to fight me.” I whisper, dragging my lips across her ear.

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