Page 139 of Mad As Hell

I smiled. “You keep saying that.”

The corner of his mouth hooked up. “I plan on saying it a lot for the rest of our lives.”

“Who knew you were such a marshmallow?” I teased.

He leaned against me, his hard dick pressing against my stomach. “Does that feel like a marshmallow?”

A bolt of lust shot through my limbs. “Definitely not.”

He groaned and dipped his lips to kiss the underside of my jaw. “How about I kick these fuckers out and we christen every fucking room?”

I gave a throaty hum of approval. “You do owe me six more orgasms this weekend.”

He grinned, his hands slipping around to grab my ass. “I can’t renege on a deal.”

The front door slammed open and Linc’s head appeared, his face pale. “You two need to get in here. Now.” He vanished as fast as he'd appeared.

Ryan took my hand, and we hurried back inside. Bex was back on the couch, watching as Court and Ash seemed to be arguing. Linc dropped onto the seat beside her.

“What happened?” Ryan demanded.

“There’s more shit on here,” Ash practically snarled, stabbing a finger at the phone.

“Of Phoenix?”

Court snorted. “Oh, no. It’s worse than that.”

“There’s a whole other file,” Linc added, shaking his head as though in disbelief. “She got into the clubs. There’re pictures, a few videos…”

“What clubs?” I asked.

Linc shot me a look. “My dad’s clubs. Shit, the stuff she has…”

“How the fuck could she have gotten in there, let alone taken pictures and videos?”

“I’m less concerned with how she got the pictures than knowing if there are more because the people on the videos are us.” Ash looked around the room until his gaze landed on Ryan. “She has videos of your and Court’s initiations.”

I had no idea what that meant, but judging by the way Ryan jerked away from me and Linc looked sick, I had a feeling it wasn’t a good thing. Court was staring hard at the ground, refusing to look up even as Bex edged closer to him.

“That’s impossible,” Ryan managed to get out.

Court laughed, the sound utterly void of emotion. “You would think so, but somehow Madelaine got a hold of them. Ours are here, so there’s a chance she got Linc’s too.”

A heaviness settled in the room, and I sensed that whatever had happened with Linc was worse than the others.

“What’s an initiation?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking, even as I braced for the worst possible answer.

Linc glanced at me, his blue eyes almost lifeless. “Remember when I said I wasn’t one of the good guys?”

I gave a slow nod.

“Yeah. Watch that if you need proof. I’m sure mine is on there, too.” He got up and walked away.

“Linc.” Court reached out for his friend, but Linc shoved by him and left the room.

Bex made a soft sound in her throat and started to go after him, but Court caught her. “No, Becca. Not now. Let him go.”

I turned to Ryan, rocked at seeing cracks in their friendship. These four seemed impossibly tight. “What’s the initiation, Ryan?”

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