Page 10 of Deadly Sacrifice

There’s a party tonight, the first on Greek row for the new school year, so everyone is rushing to get dressed. One girl walks right by me, wearing white skinny jeans and a black bra as she pulls big rollers out of her auburn hair. She doesn’t even look at me, just keeps walking, asking some other chick if she can look through her closet.

Guess the fine ladies of A.Chi.O. are more than used to having guys in the house.

While I’d usually follow her and see what help I could be in that closet, I’m on a different mission today. I stalk through the house, up the spiral staircase to the third floor, where the junior and senior members reside. I know exactly which room is Heather’s; not because I’ve spent intimate time in there. I’d never dip my cock into that bitch. But I’ve had to drag Asher’s drunk ass home one too many times after he spent his anxious energy on screwing her.

My knock is firm, unhurried. She knows it’s me before she even opens the door. Or she should, seeing as how she just told me to come collect my prize.

I’m assaulted by a thick cloud of sickly sweet perfume the second the door swings open. It’s all I can do not to hack up a lung trying to dislodge the scent from my throat. Nonetheless, I smile like a predator when Heather pops a hip and stares at me.

“What?” she asks haughtily. “I told you to come get her, not bother me.”

Habit makes me reach into my back pocket for a toothpick and stick it in my mouth before responding. This particular habit was formed years ago as a way to control my wild urges. My therapist helped me find ways to redirect my attention, take a second to breathe and think, and then focus once more. Otherwise, I’d have ended up in jail by now due to my lack of impulse control.

Better to chew on a toothpick while I gather my thoughts than to strangle this bitch.

Breathing out through my nose, I finally say, “How do you expect me to do that when I don’t know which room is hers? Or maybe you’ll be a doll for me, and just pull her right out of your ass?”

Heather’s nostrils flare, and she narrows her eyes at me. She takes a step forward, pokes my chest, and juts her chin up like some rabid fucking chihuahua. “You may be able to get away with this shit under Asher’s leadership, but make no mistake, you fucking psycho, you are in my house now. If you want your dumb redhead so bad, then you’d better—“

My hand is around her throat before she can finish that statement, and the wind is knocked from her chest as I slam her into the wall. She scrambles to get free, trying to claw my arms, but my leather jacket is too thick.

“How about we play by my rules?” I grit out, barely resisting the urge to squeeze until her face turns blue. Think. Breathe. Toothpicks. “Tell me where I can find Prudence, or I’ll tear your sharp tongue out and feed it to Griffin. He’s always loathed you something fierce.”

Her face goes pale, and all the fight drains from her body as her eyes well up. She talks a whole lot of shit, but the second anyone snaps back, she’s a pathetic, trembling mess. Weak. That’s what she is. She just puts on a tough act so nobody can see the truth.

And she called me psycho.

“Bottom floor, with the rest of the new girls,” she tells me, her voice small and trembling.

I grind my teeth together, breaking the fucking toothpick and the last of my patience. “Which room?” I ask slowly, enunciating each syllable to make sure it gets through her thick skull.

Heather blinks rapidly, sniffling as she gets control of her emotions. “I don’t know,” she chokes. “Go have a look for yourself. She’s the only ugly, poorly dressed bitch around.”

I lean more weight onto her throat, a clear warning in my eyes, before releasing her and stepping back. “Thanks for the help, Heather.” I grin, throwing her a wink, and then head back down the hall and down the stairs.

Now, could I have just wandered down the hall on the first floor and asked around for a little redhead?

Yes.

Would I have gotten my violence fix for the day?

No.

So, really, Prudence should be grateful that I’m feeling much more settled now that I took my aggression out on Heather. Plus, the raging cunt deserved it after the way she spoke to Griffin at that Celestials meeting. It would be a big fat lie if I said I hadn’t been picturing something along those lines since that night.

As I meander down the long stretch of hallway that houses all the bedrooms of the main floor, I nod and smile to random girls, ask a few about Prudence, and even peek into open doorways. Everyone points me further down the hall, so I keep going.

“It’s that door, right there,” one girl tells me, pointing at a door a few feet away while simultaneously eye-fucking me. “But my room is open anytime, if you don’t find what you’re looking for.”

I smirk, trailing my eyes down her body in a tight blue bodycon dress. She’s cute, but after doing this for so long, I can read them pretty well. And this one would break beneath me in a fucking second. No fun.

“Nah, baby, I think I’m good. You leave that door unlocked for me, though. I may change my mind one day,” I tell her, licking my lips as she blushes crimson.

Continuing my path down the hall, I stop outside the door that’s supposed to lead me to Prudence. My assigned girl. She’ll answer to me, Asher, and Griffin, actually, thanks to Heather pulling some strings and ‘accidentally’ leaving a couple girls out, so the guy to girl ratio got fucked.

All part of our plan to wear her down, break her little heart, and have her reduced to a pile of misery by the end of the semester. I can’t say I’m not curious about her, about why The Celestials want her gone so badly, but it’s not my place to ask. I’m a solider, blindly following orders. If I don’t, it’ll be my life on the line.

It really doesn’t make any difference to me, though, whether she deserves what’s coming her way or not. It’ll be a good outlet for all my… issues.

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