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“Ok, lower your voices, guys, you don’t know who can fucking hear you,” Max advises from the other side of Jake. “It’s gonna be fine, man, it’s a dumb bet, and we know we can beat Stonebridge with our eyes fucking closed. Just relax.”
Max’s eyes cut to mine. He knows I know that he put a bet down, too. He was talking about taking my sister to some romance book convention out in Boston at the Park Plaza in August. I don’t fucking know, and I really don’t want to know about them and fucking hotel rooms, so I stopped listening. “We play our game and make it happen like we always do. Three and I are up on the board tonight.”
“You sure about all this?” Jake asks me, and looks over at Max. I nod my head yes before holding my fist out for him to bump.
“Yeah, man, I am, now let’s go fucking win.” And we did. And for the first time, we made some fucking money doing it.
FORTY-THREE
We watched that grainy,black and white video recording, and the room cracked in half. On one side, Gabe and I were in absolute shock at what we were watching to the point that he was certain that he was seeing a ghost, and on the other, Dylan was seeing red.
He was out for blood and went to find it. He yelled that he’d be back, and I knew that he went out to look for answers. Jeremy might’ve been an asshole, but he was an asshole that Dylanhad known for a long time and that matters to him. I get that, loyalty’s important to me too. Unlike that stupid bitch, Val.
Dylan slammed the front door on his way out, and as soon as we were alone, Gabe snapped. He was the most patient man that I’d ever met, and he had reached his breaking point. He was full of frustration, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He punched the closest wall and let out this strangled scream that has been ringing in my ears ever since.
I kissed his bloody knuckles and licked his split skin before wrapping his hand in bandages. He pulled me close and hugged me hard before crying on my shoulder.And that’s when I saw red.Because she hurt him again, she’s the reason for his crashout. It’s all her fault that he’s sad.And that he’s mad.
He was furious, and his anger was split between what she had done to him and what that creep was trying to do to her. It was all so twisted; she’s his only living, breathing relative, and she sent him to jail. I guarantee that he will still be curious about her life here. He’s going to want to know why she was passing through a back alleyway like that. And now he definitely wants to know who her little boyfriend is.
I told him that he played hockey here at school and that he’s expected to go pro. Gabe watched whatever clips he could find and smiled. He had an idea. Because if Hunter Wilton is that good, then that means he’s valuable. And if he’s valuable, then he’s worth something.
He called Dylan back to the house, and when he walked in, I could see how messed up he was. I recognized it, and then my whole body remembered, not that it’s hard to forget seeing someone dead.
I was thirteen, and it rewired my brain when I found my mother. She had had an aneurysm and died on the floor. You’re never the same after that, and strange things start to happeninside your head. From what I can tell, it looks like there is definitely something going on in his. He looks super fucked up.
He must’ve taken something, and with all the different kinds of products that we have, it could literally be anything. That’s why Gabe put him to bed. He wasn’t in his right mind.
Our guys came back the next morning and reported that there was some movement, that people were asking about us, and that some local tattoo artist from the Rossi Family wanted answers.
That name was familiar to me, but I didn’t know why. It’s not like I really had anyone to ask. My parents were dead, and my grandmother was in the south of France. Plus, we’d already had our once-a-week phone call.
When Dylan dried out and was able to sit through a conversation, we told him what we knew. That the woman on the video was Gabe’s cousin, and that this random coincidence could actually work out in our favor. That it was an opportunity, a serendipitous moment. Because she owed us, and now she could afford the payback.
Dylan perked up when I told him that she had some hotshot hockey-playing boyfriend who was expected to go in the top five of next year's draft. I don’t think that either of them believed any of it at first, and then they started looking things up to confirm what I’d already found out about Hunter Wilton. That’s when I told them that her boyfriend and his team would be playing tonight.
When Gabe confirmed with some local guy that he’s got working for us, that this tattoo artist runs an illegal sports betting ring, we all saw dollar signs. There was money to be made here. Quick money.
I told them both what I knew about tonight. If the Devils won, then they went on to play one of their rivals for a spot at the Frozen Four, which is like their end-of-season championshipgame. I only know all of this because of my research for the HU’s Athletic Department and because my student liaison wouldn’t shut up about Hunter Wilton.
Prior to seeing him with Valentine, Hunter was just another stat for me to keep track of, but once I saw her in the library with him, I needed to know who he was. My liaison went on and on about how when the Devils win, they throw the biggest parties. She was hoping that when they won, she could be the one to suck Hunter’s cock. She sounded so confident about them winning, that it sparked my interest.
Gabe asked me if we should place a bet, and I confidently told him yes; I knew their stats, where they stood, and what was at stake. I’m thorough when I take on an assignment. I do my research and my man knows it.
It turns him on when I show him how smart I am. It always has, and I know he’s getting hard in pants when he smiled, called me,“mi galletita inteligente,” his smart little cookie,and leaned over to kiss my temple while we sat on the couch in the living room. I love that he never makes me feel like my brain’s broken. And it always makes me wet my panties when he does things like that.
I was crying for him, with tears legitimately rolling down my inner thighs, when he pulled me into our bedroom. He was all over me, and I loved it when he aggressively kissed my lips, sucked my neck, and breathed in my scent.
His hands were everywhere, and the energy between us held its own pulse. He was like a shot of serotonin to my brain. It hit my bloodstream like heroin. I couldn’t get enough.
We had a plan and a real shot at getting some long-awaited retribution. It was a start and something to show for all the pain that she’s caused him. I felt euphoric, with no drugs needed.
I pushed him up against the back of the door, sank to my knees, and gave him the nastiest head in the world. I wanted tomake him feel good again. I wanted to please him. I wanted to drink him down. For now, this was the closest that I could get to having my belly full of his cum, and I moaned for every drop.Give it to me, baby.
I rode his mouth and he played with my asshole before I made a mess of his beautiful face. And then he pounded into me from behind before I rode his big fat dick.
Afterwards, he fed me cut-up cheese sticks and grapes in our bed, and talked about us being on a luxurious vacation one day, doing this exact same thing, but upgraded. He promised and kissed me before we had to get up. If I could’ve stayed there all day, I would have.
All three of us were leaving the house, and we turned on every security alarm that armed the property. This may be a post-worthy college town, but it’s also got some rough neighborhoods and areas that have seen better days. It’s not all Havenwood Hills.
