Page 7 of Deceit & Destruction

“Just be grateful I reached for your garbage pail and not the overflowing hamper,” he snaps.

The kid has some pair of balls. First he blindsides me with Ginger Spice, then he ruins my trash can and now he’s giving me attitude? I want Reggiano back.

“Why don’t you explain why you were in my room to begin with? Yours is closest to the front door.”

“And yours is closest to Alex’s old room.”

I don’t like where this is going. I toss my duffel bag onto the loveseat and step around it, taking a seat on the coffee table. Trying my hardest not to lose my shit, I crack my knuckles. Cassie lifts her head and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

Attractive.

Said no man ever.

“Are you done?” I clip.

Her blue eyes find mine and narrow into tiny slits.

Oh, looks like a struck a nerve.

“He’s a little moody,” Webber interjects, giving her a gentle pat on the back as he shoots daggers at me. “Apologize to Cassie. After all, she’s going to be our new roommate.”

My eyebrows shoot to my hairline as a thousand red flags wave in front of my face. Let’s forget Webber deliberately going behind my back when I shut down the suggestion of swapping Cassie’s tutoring services for Alex’s room—we’ll come back to that. What girl in their right mind takes a stranger up on that offer? I don’t care if they’re in the same class… Webber made it like he barely knows her and now all of a sudden they’re besties? He’s holding her hair back as she vomits all over our apartment?

Get the fuck out of here.

I slap my hands to my thighs and pull myself up from the coffee table.

“Webber, a fucking word,” I growl. “Now.”

He pats Cassie’s thigh.

“I’ll be right back, and I’ll bring you some more crackers.”

What’s with all the patting? She’s not a fucking dog. And while we’re at it, what’s with the crackers? She’s clearly not keeping those down.

I grab his elbow and pull him onto his feet, leading him into the kitchen.

“Jesus, man, you’re gonna break my arm,” he grunts.

I release my hold on him, grinding my teeth.

“Be happy I don’t break you’re fucking face. Are you crazy?”

“You know you have a real problem with the wordsthankandyou.”

Again, my eyes widen. At this rate it’s no wonder they’re not on the fucking floor.

“Thank you?” I boom. “You want me to fucking thank you when I clearly told you I’d handle my business myself?”

His eyes dart over my shoulder for a quick second before he brings them back to me.

“Shh! She can hear you.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I snap. “This is fucking crazy. You said it yourself, you don’t really know her. All you know is that she tutored Jennings.”

As soon as those words leave my mouth another thought crosses my mind. What if that’s why this girl is here? If she was tutoring Jennings, she very well could be in tight with the Scorpio Society. She could be a fucking mole and while Webber and I are not responsible for his disappearance, we’ve got secrets and lies we’re holding close to the vest, like how Jennings didn’t give Webber those fucking drugs.

Fuck.

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