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When I came down from that terrible fucking high, Darren was already wrapping shit up and made sure everything was locked down. Then he sent my ass to our cousin’s chapter at Coastal with the rest of the fucked up coke that came with our most recent load. He wanted me to sell every last baggy of this crap.
When I got back, Darren stormed in my room and told me that one of the other candidates were making major fuckinggains. My boys checked off some tasks while I was gone, but now I had to take care of my fucking hunt. My brother organized a Greek Lane open door block party with the other houses for tomorrow night to help me lock this down. No progress with Sloane means no points, and no points means no fucking paddle. And if we lose, then so does our drug game.
“You’re not gonna let me down are you, Ash? You gonna make sure I win?” She’s right on the fucking edge and I press my thumb into her greedy clit and she comes all over my hand.
“Yes!” She cries out with her head thrown back and she chases after my fingers.
She earned it after she worked over that bitch’s brother and extended an invite to the block party. She called me right after and I had her come over to collect her prize.
Our plan is stupid easy. Get Davis to the Delta house and pop a pill in his drink. I’ll swipe his cell while Ashley has her way with him. I’ll make sure to make the rounds, get myself seen, and leave my phone with one of my boys who’ll post content to cover me while I go hunting.
I’ll text Sloane from her brothers phone and lure her away from that fucking puckhead. I’m fucking done being nice to her. We’ll be doing things the hard way from now on. I’ve got no fucking problem drugging her ass too, if it means I get what I need. I don’t care how it sounds, she’s a pretty box I need to check off and a red haired cunt I need to fuck to win.
Omega Presidents have to be willing to break the rules to get shit done and if that means bending Sloane to my will, than so fucking be it.
She’s fucking mine tonight. I plan on punishing the hell out of her cunt too for making me loose sleep for a fucking week, dodge call after call from my overbearing father about my progress, and for taking up my precious time. She embarrassedme and that is one feeling I cannot fucking handle. Makes me crazy.
I get two of my boys to proposition Davis and some douche canoe he’s with to a game of beer pong. When my boy fills the cups he slips crushed up roofies into all of them to knock out not only Davis but the football player he is attached at the hip to. Shit works like a fucking charm, it’s almost too easy. Within one hour, my boys beat their asses in pong, and carried both idiots upstairs.
As promised, Davis is sprawled out on Ashley’s bed and his boy is in the room next door with some chick who’s horny as hell and rolling on something. When she gets his pants off I fish in his jean pocket for his phoe, hold up his face while she peels his eyelids open and bam I'm in. I quickly go to settings and change the password and facial identification.
I found his text thread with Sloane pretty easily since it looks like they only stopped communicating right before he took the table so the timing will be perfect when I make contact, she won’t suspect a thing. I find her on the find my friends app. Looks like these twins are close and talk fucking often.
I barely talk to my brothers and can’t relate to their banter. I scroll back and see that Chase Wilton also texted him to let him know that they were all back at their hockey house and to come by when he was done at our party. Bingo.
I snap a compromising photo of Havenwood’s new QB1 who’s snoring away and text Sloane. I walk out the door with my boys and smile knowing that the Omega presidency is one redheaded fuck away.
Chapter Forty-Five
MY EYES RIPopen and my ears feel like their bleeding when a scream pierces through the quiet night. Every cell in my body and every thread of our soul tie knows it’s her.
I run my palm over her side of the bed and it’s still fucking warm from her body. I hear her cry out again and I’ve never moved so fucking fast in my goddamn life. I barely feel my feet hit any stairs and roar out in literal pain when I fling the front door open.I’m coming, Birdie.
I’m barefoot, barechested, and in nothing but fucking sweatpants…and I run like fucking hell.
“CHASE,” I hear my brother scream from behind me but I don’t look back. I need to fucking find her.
A fuck ton of phone flashlights cut through some of the darkness a few feet behind me. Light beams spread to either side of me and bounce around sidewalks, the road, and front yards of other team houses.
I’m screaming for her. I need her to hear me. I also want whoever has her, to fucking know that I’m fucking coming for them. And by the sounds of it, I’m bringing a shit ton of devils with me.
She screams back and the adrenaline boost I get knowing that she’s close is like a hit of fucking NOS.
I track her down to the back of an empty house that’s under construction and situated at the end of Jock Row. My brave girl is under a spot light and is fighting for her fucking life.
There’s some fucker holding her from behind while his free hand squeezes her tits over her sports bra thats exposed through the giant rip down the front of our sweatshirt.
He’s got his hands on her body while some dickhead in front of her tries to pry her mouth open with his fingers. He’s got his free hand around her fucking throat. There’s two more crouched down by her feet and they try to keep her legs in place.
I don’t think. I don’t feel. I don’t hesitate. I fucking charge into the shithead in front of her and tackle him to the ground before I straddle his chest just as A rips the asshole that’s standing behind her away.
He looks fucking deranged and struggles against my hold. And it’s all too fucking familiar.
“WILL, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” My devil and angel yell out in unison and I echo their voices through my own blood curling scream.
“I’M.”PUNCH.Pound for fucking pound.
“GOING.”PUNCH.Flesh against fucking flesh.
