Page 101 of Teacher's Pet

His foot twists on Walker’s hand, forcing a pained whimper from his throat.

"Knock on my door again," Noah hisses, his voice like gravel and violence, "and I will fucking put you both in a casket. Thank you for giving me a good reason to find a new apartment."

The threat isn’t hollow.

Walker and Cole must see it too, because they go stiff, backing up the moment he releases them.

Noah spits on them both, his expression feral, untamed.

"This one has too many rats."

Walker clutches his wrist, glancing toward Cole, waiting for a reaction.

Nothing.

Cole just stares at Noah, like he’s trying to figure something out.

"My dad-"

"Fuck you," Noah whispers, his tone ice-cold, final. "Get the fuck out of my house."

Walker spins on his heel, practically bolting.

Cole lingers one second longer, his eyes unreadable, and then he’s gone.

The door slams shut.

Noah doesn’t move.

He stands there, silent, his shoulders rising and falling.

Something about the way he’s standing, so still, so tense, makes my stomach knot.

"Blood money?" My voice is barely above a whisper.

His head tilts slightly.

"Should I put ‘sloppy seconds’ on the list of alarming shit you said during all that?"

Noah doesn’t turn around.

His voice is low, edged with something dangerous.

"Anastasia."

He finally looks at me.

Fuck.

"Go in the bedroom."

His eyes burn into mine, his voice commanding.

"And make sure to pull your hair up."

Something tells me arguing is not an option.

Chapter 19

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