Page 104 of Evil Boys

“What?” Nathan stands up from his chair.

“Sit. Down.”

Rivera’s harshness has him quickly seated again.

“Three hours.”

“But those fuckers hit me too!” Nathan growls.

“Theywill get their own punishment,” the dean interjects. “And you willnotassociate with them any second longer. Do you hear me?” When we don’t respond, he adds, “We’ve had enough drama surrounding this school in the past two years. I don’t need you two adding more fuel to the fire.”

“So Rhett gets to insult me, and I don’t get to defend myself?” Nathan scoffs, folding his arms.

“You turn the other cheek.”

“I did that,” Nathan says, his voice quaking with rage. “With your son.”

The dean stares at him for a moment.

“I know what my son took from you. And we have made ample reparations to your family.”

“My family is in jail,” Nathan growls.

“That is from no fault of ours,” the dean replies. “And we have done all we can to help you and your family after the feud between you and my son.”

“And those damn friends of his,” I add, my nostrils flaring.

Suddenly, the door behind us opens, and someone barges in. But by the time I’ve turned around, the familiar sound of those click-clacking heels, that wave of black hair moving past, along with that sweet succulent scent of prickly roses and passionfruit make me lose all my breath.

And the second our eyes connect, it feels as though all time stands still, and I’ve forgotten all the reasons to exist except … her.

Lana.

The mere sight of her in her tight black skirt and red sweater, buttons barely holding together those ample breasts, makes my mouth water.

She narrows her eyes at Nathan and me, who’s also lost all the words he was going to say the moment she walked in.

She cleaned up nicely after the messed-up state we left her in. It’s almost as if none of it ever happened, and she’s carried on with daily life.

I wonder if she listened to our conversation.

How much did she hear?

She leans in to press a kiss onto Rivera’s cheeks, her eyes still homed in on us.

“You called for me?”

Fuck.

That sentence and the way she said it makes me rock-hard. Because it’s exactly what I told her we’d do …

We call, you come.

“I’m in the middle of a meeting,” the dean says, grinding his teeth.

“Sorry, I assumed you meantimmediatelywhen you saidnow,” she muses, smiling like nothing’s going on.

Like we didn’t rail her senseless just a couple of days ago.

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