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A dark, heavy feeling spreads out through my chest, but it mixes with the anger that’s been simmering inside me for what feels like forever at this point, and I place the knife on my desk.
If Jace thinks I’m just going to roll over and let him get away with this, he’s got another think coming.
I can’t report him, not without solid proof beyond him accidentally leaving his knife at the scene, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t proof out there.
I just have to find it.
A sense of calm washes over me as I step back from my desk and pull my phone out of my pocket to take some pictures of the mess before I clean it up.
Jace picked the wrong guy to fuck with, and he’s about to learn what happens when someonereallypisses me off.
26
JACE
“Whatever you say, foreskin,”I say to Xave as he pulls his car into the lot behind Hamilton House.
He tosses me a flat look. “That’s really not as funny as you think it is,”
“Well, I think it’s hilarious,” I tell him. “And that’s really the only thing that matters.”
He rolls his eyes and navigates into one of the empty spots near the door that’s reserved for senior members.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten our deal,” I say as he turns off the engine.
“What deal?” he asks innocently.
“Nice try.” I push the door of the car open and step out into the cool night air. “I’m still deciding if I should pick a time when I could actually benefit from having access to some wheels, or if I should call it in when I know would be the most inconvenient time for you,” I continue as we head toward the house. “But either way, your wheels are gonna be mine.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“You say that like it’s a new development.” I toss him a smirk as we pull out our IDs.
He rolls his eyes and taps his card on the sensor.
“These last-minute meetings need to end,” he says as I log my entry and step into the building behind him. “It can’t be about anything important if they’re holding it in the dining hall and not one of the secure meeting rooms. So why bother calling it an hour before it’s supposed to start? What could they possibly have to tell us that can’t wait?”
“Yeah, everything about this is weird,” I agree as we make our way through to the main part of the house.
The dining hall is already full when we get there, and we head over to where Jax and Killian are already sitting at a table in the far corner of the room.
“Any idea what this is about?” Killian asks as we sit with them.
“No clue. I’m assuming you guys haven’t heard anything either,” I say.
“Not a damn thing.” Killian pushes his hair back from his face in an agitated way. “This is pointless. Why are we wasting our time having an unsecured meeting? What lies are they going to feed us today?”
“Easy, Killer,” Xave says in his ‘big brother’ voice. “Maybe rein in the rage before you lose your shit and we have to explain why you went off the rails with so many witnesses around.”
“I’m not raging,” Killian grumbles. “Not yet.”
“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” I ask him. “I mean, you’re not wrong about anything, but you seem extra bitchy today.”
“Just tired of the bullshit.” He glances around. “I get hiding shit from the others, but why are we being kept in the dark?” he says in a low voice. “After years of using us like their own personal minions and making the frat business our business, they just shut us out and expect us to fall in line while they hideshit from us? How are we supposed to lead next year if they won’t even tell us what’s going on right now?”
“I don’t get it either,” Xave says, his voice low. “And I’m just as pissed about all of this as you are, but I’m pretty sure the secrecy is coming from higher up.”
“You think the alumni is putting pressure on them to keep things under wraps?” Jax asks.
