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Chapter 9

ZEKE LUNGREN

“Whattheactualfuck,man? You just kicked her out! Isn’t that the opposite of what we’re trying to do?!” I ask, throwing my hands up.

He normally keeps me in the loop regarding his plans for Billie, but this shit came out of left field. We almost had her. She was silently begging us to fuck her. I couldsmellher arousal, and this fucker kicks her out.

“Relax, Z, she’ll be back,” he says so nonchalantly as he drops into his chair and grabs his PS5 controller.

But I don’t think she’ll be back. If there’s one thing I know about Billie, it’s that she’s stubborn as fuck. She won’t do what he clearly thinks she’s going to do. I’ve known her for a long time—since we were in grade school—and she hasn’t changed much.

“You can’t possibly know that. She needs us to protect—”

“Dude, she’ll be back!” he cuts me off, sounding so sure of himself.

I huff out a breath and slump down on the side of his bed. I’m stressed out about every little thing these days, and I have a pretty good idea it’s because we’re holding secrets and I haven’t gotten laid inmonths.We’ve been holding out for Billie, so I’m like a tweaker waiting for his next fix.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my flat, black cigarette case that holds all my pre-rolled joints and put one in my mouth. I need to take the edge off before I flip out. After I light it, the smoke hits my lungs and instantly calms me.

Christian holds out his hand and I give him the joint. He takes a few small puffs and hands it back. I’m staring at the side of his face, willing him to fucking give a damn so we can go get our girl back.

But right when I’m about to say as much, his phone vibrates on the bed beside me. I toss it to him, waiting impatiently to hear who it is.

“Ah, shit. Perfect timing!” he cheers, typing back to whoever texted him first.

“What’s perfect timing?”

He smirks. “The Halloween party up on the hill is next Friday night. And it’s perfect timing because I’ll have this fucker off by then.” He wiggles his ankle and the thick bracelet attached to it.

I smirk back, asking, “What’s your plan, Christian?”

“My plan is to give Billie a night she’ll never forget. And I may or may not be taking a page from Holden’s playbook.”

I have no idea what he’s talking about, but that’s normal with Christian. He throws me a wink and then gets back to his game. I’m stoned as rocks, so I lay back on his bed and stare up at the ceiling, unable to stop thinking about how Billie reacted to the both of us. She’s going to be perfect. I knew she would be.

After dazing out for who knows how long, I sit up and find Christian passed out in his chair. His game paused itself, filling the room with a repetitive jingle. It’s annoying the fuck out of me. I shut off the console and then look at the clock, not realizing how long I’d been out. It’s almost 2 am! And it’s too far to drive home. I’m fucking wrecked. The academy, and my old room, are much closer.

As I make my way downstairs, I think I’m completely alone before I hear small whimpers coming from Mr. Veradin’s study. A light streams out from the crack in the door. I should turn and leave right now, but I’m too fucking curious. Mrs. Veradin is a total MILF, so I won’t lie and say I wouldn’t like to see her tits—even if she’s being fucked by Mr. Veradin’s old ass.

But I’m not prepared to find the little sister of the Barrett brothers being nailed against his desk instead of his wife. She’s haphazardly naked, throwing her head back and taking Mr. Veradin’s cock like the greedy little slut she looks to be.

It might be hot as fuck, but what in the actual hell is going on?! As far as I knew, the Veradins were happily married, but this would say otherwise. What the hell is Mr. Veradin doing with the likes of a Barrett, anyway? Maybe he’s fucking her good so he can get his prized car back.

Pulling out my phone, I switch it to video mode and record what I can through the crack. Christian taught me to get evidence when it was obtainable because you never know when you can use it. But this evidence might be strictly mine because I don’t know how to explain to Christian that his dad is cheating on his mom.

Their moans fill the foyer as I make my way to the front door, slipping out unheard. I’m still way too fucking high for this shit as I make my way down the front steps, eyeing my BMW across the driveway.

Starting my car, I back out and head up the mountain toward Reaper as “Idol” by Hollywood Undead plays through the speakers. But all I can think about is whether or not Billie made it home safely. Holy fuck—how the hell did I forget about her?!

I find her name on the touch screen dash, pressing the call button and not giving a flying fuck it’s 2 am. She better answer or I’ll drive to her place and wake the entire house if I have to.

“Hello?” she answers in a sexy, sleep-filled voice.

My dick notices, trying to come to life in my jeans this early in the morning.

“Where are you?” I ask instead, hoping like hell this half chubby fucks off.

“W-what?”

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