Page 130 of Distorted Obsession

It’s not long before footsteps echo. Brad and I slip into our hiding spots, and we watch as not only the Jacobis and Bradleys step inside, but the fucking Heirs of Edgewood enter.

“Dammit, someone got to the fucker before we could,” Cooper snarls, examining Thad’s limp body.

Liam walks around the cross, stopping in front of Thad. “At least whoever did this understood the fucking assignment.”

“Person after my own heart. They even said you’re welcome,” Owen exclaims.

“They didn’t go far enough. Not after his vile thoughts about my sister and what the fuck he just did to Eva,” Colter growls, raising a machete and slamming it into Thad’s neck. He doesn’t stop swinging until Thad’s head hits the floor with a thud. “Now it’s done.”

Mason looks pleased with Colter’s work, and I’m looking at the Bradley twins in a very different light. I know Colter and Cooper Jacobi are ruthless, but I didn’t think the Bradley twins had it in them.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here before someone comes snooping,” Lev suggests. “We can discuss who we think did this in a safe space.”

Colter drops the blade next to the severed head of my best friend before they all turn to leave.

Once we’re sure they’re gone, Brad and I step out. “You call them,” Brad states. I open my mouth to argue, but the despondent look on his face changes my mind.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dial.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

Huffing, I say, “I’d like to report three murders.”

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eva

Why the fuckdoes everything hurt?

I try to recollect what caused the agony I feel, but I hit a hard wall after leaving the gym. My friends and I made plans to meet up for dinner. I remember walking across campus and standing at Farrah’s memorial, but I draw a blank past that point. Each time I work to force it, my head begins to throb like it’s being jackhammered.

Grumbling, I try to blink, but hiss out in pain, and any sudden movement snatches the air from my lungs. I do a mental check, notating every ache. It’s then that I realize I’m swimming in a hoodie and a pair of boxer briefs.

I snort, wondering who ripped my clothes off this time. Colt and Coop are the polar opposite of gentle and warm in and out of the bedroom.

That’s why you agreed to this arrangement—penance and restitution.

Soft and sweet were never my cup of tea. I need the pain to remind me that I’m alive. And now? Now I need it to pay for my sins. It’ll never wash off the blood on my hands, but offering mybody to Colt and Coop as a way to vent their anger heals a small piece of my broken soul.

What makes this perfect is that they think I don’t know that they’re using me. But I welcome it, especially after everything that’s happened to me since arriving at Groveton College.

My bladder interrupts my train of thought, reminding me that I’m still lying on my back in bed. I attempt to negotiate with myself, counting to three before I move, because the urge to use the bathroom is imminent.

You need to get up. You can do it, Evie Rose.

This time, when I hit the number three, I grit my teeth and push off the bed until I’m upright. The movement causes my head to spin.

Inhaling, I take quick breaths until the spots in my vision disappear.

“Now you just need to get up and find a bathroom,” I state the obvious to myself.

Surprisingly, it’s not as hard to stand as it was to sit up.

Once I’m up, I take in the room. Even in the darkness, I can tell this is Colter’s room. The scent of his cologne fills my nostrils.

Grateful to recognize my surroundings, I take my usual path to the bathroom, forgoing the need to turn on the light.

My breath hitches as I wipe myself, making me once again wonder if I had rougher sex with Colt and Coop. But my stomach roils at the sensation, throwing me off. There have been plenty of instances in the last couple of months where I was fucked so hard I need to soak in the tub and I never had this kind of visceral reaction.

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