Page 227 of Evil Boys

“Yes,” I say, and I grab his hand and high-five myself because I’m a hundred percent certain he wouldn’t do it, but I don’t mind. “Thank you!”

I hop into the back seat before Nathan can stop me even though he gets in on the other end of the vehicle. He folds his arms and throws me judgmental glances every once in a while.

“That went well,” Lana says, looking at us through the rearview mirror.

“Yes.”

“No.”

We both say in tandem.

And it makes her snort, hiding her laughter behind her hand.

Kai steps in too and shuts the door. “Let’s go.” He starts the car and races off the campus grounds within no time.

“So where are we going?” I ask casually.

Nathan looks out the window, agitated. “Nowhere.”

“Found an address on the site,” Kai says. “One of our old sock-puppets had bait.”

“One?” Lana parrots. “You mean to tell me you had multiple accounts?”

“You do what you have to if you need the money badly enough,” Nathan says.

“You just have one?” I ask Lana.

She shrugs. “I didn’t think I’d ever need another one. The requests just kept rolling in.”

“This is the place,” Nathan says, pointing at the old apartment building at the end of the street.

My heart rate is already picking up from excitement as Kai parks the car, and we all jump out.

I fish my bag from the trunk, and Lana puts on her mask, which looks awfully familiar. She takes off her coat, revealing the wetsuit underneath, which looks suspiciously like one of mine.

“Wait a damn minute,” I mutter, looking at Kai. “You raided my closet?”

He grins. “Had to give her something to wear while her clothes were wet.”

“You could’ve asked,” I quip.

“How could I when you were roped down in Nathan’s cage?” he retorts, making my cheeks flush with heat and my balls blue with the memory of unspent cum.

“Holy shit,” Lana says, her jaw dropped.

Nathan tips her chin up as he walks past her. “It’s not nice for ladies to stare.”

“Well, excuse me,” she scoffs.

“Granted,” Nathan says, a big old smile on his face when he sees her steam up behind him.

“Let’s go, guys,” Kai says, throwing his bag over his shoulder.

“Ready to murder some bitches,” Nathan says, raking his fingers through his blond hair, and he zips open his bag to take out his bat.

I grin as I follow them all inside. “Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

The doors can’t even open fully, and they squeak like hell. Inside, the walls have chips, and the carpet smells like dirt. The whole place seems like it’s falling apart, but we still go up the stairs. The hallway at the top of the stairs is filled with doors.

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