Page 67 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
They didn't tell me anything beyond that. I had other rules and stipulations. They were the typical, no fucking anyone, push Issac towards her, I got two days with Georgia, and for some reason, I had to keep Levi in the loop.
Issac: If you’re not back here in five minutes, I will fucking kill you.
Smirking, I turned the corner and strutted up the flower-lined walkway while typing into my phone.
Me: Come get me, bitch. I’m at Craven House.
And my phone will ring in three…
Two..
The screen lit up with Issac’s call before I could finish my mental countdown.
Being the good friend that I was, I hit the decline button and turned my phone off. If Issac wanted to yell at me, then he was going to have to drag his stubborn ass over here, which he would never do. That would mean being in close proximity to Georgia, whom he was desperately trying to avoid.
Issac was a master at hiding things.
How he felt—if he felt anything at all. What he thought, and whether or not he was going to kill you. But every time little Miss Sunshine walked in the room, he got this glint in his eye. I first noticed it in the dean’s office.
I loved the guy, but he was the perfect representation of reverse psychology. If Georgia hadn’t been the one given to him, he probably would’ve taken her already.
I wasn’t just up against him, I was up against his hatred for his father, which was almost as strong as mine. My original plan was jealousy. A task that could be tricky when it came to someone like Issac.
He liked playing the voyeur. That was the hard part of my job. Issac wouldn’t care if I fucked Georgia. He’d get off on it, except there was one person he hated more than his old man.
Kash motherfucking Murphy.
Kash’s family owned Murphy Media—the one company we couldn’t control. They had the power to control public image of who they wanted, but they couldn’t be bought. Even kings didn’t have enough money for that, hence why The Society stayed off their radar. He who controlled the media controlled the narrative.
Issac saw the entire Murphy family as enemies. Personally, I liked Kash. I thought he was an alright guy, and he knew how to fuck. So, I decided to use our friendship to my advantage. As soon as I found out I was Issac’s second, I sent Kash a text, telling him about the hot new thing on campus.
Kash had a size kink, and Georgia was barely five feet tall. That plan backfired. He didn’t even take the bait, which was odd considering he was a bigger whore than Levi and I combined.
Leaving me to resort to other means. Like pure unadulterated anger. Rage was about the only thing that made Issac act irrationally. Losing his little trophies would irritate him to no end, but giving them back to Georgia would piss him the fuck off.
Stepping up to the small house, I rapped my knuckles off the cream-colored door.
There were a few responses I expected. A door slammed in my face. Georgia screaming. Maybe a muffled ‘go to hell’ through the wood. But none of those were what I got. It wasn’t even Georgia who opened the door.
When the door swung inward, wide, bright eyes blinked up at me. But it was the way her breath hitched, as if she’d opened the door to a nightmare, that caused the corner of my mouth to curl slowly.
This shit just got interesting.
“Rachel McMann.” What the fuck was she doing here?
She froze. “Ravi.”
Rachel uttered my name quiet and soft, like she wasn’t sure I was standingthere. Or she was hoping I wasn’t. Was poor Rachel haunted by what happened that night? Could she still feel my knife cutting her skin? Because I could still hear her scream.
I leaned against door frame and tsked, “Come on. We both know you can say my name louder than that.”
Rachel had a set of lungs on her. Even with tears streaming down her face, she belted out her anguish at a deafening volume.
Her chest puffed out, lighting a fake spark of courage behind the fear shining in her eyes. “What are you doing here?”
Aww, was Rachel trying to act brave? How cute.
“I’m more interested in whatyou’redoing here.”
