Page 29 of De Vil

Gently knocking on the door, I wait impatiently for it to open. Five minutes later, I'm still waiting. Normally, at least one boy is home. There's always that one lazy ass bum that thinks he can excel using his last name alone.

It's fine that they have me waiting. I've disabled their security system. For what I have planned, it's better not to have any damn witnesses.

"Hey, can I help you?" A male voice comes from behind me, and I turn around. Perfect, it's the boy from last night.

"Ah, yes, yes you can. Listen, I'd like to talk to you about last night."

He blanches and looks like he is going to run. I step down from the porch and stand in front of him. "I'm going to tell you right now, if you run, I'll plow you over with my truck. You either talk to me or I go to the authorities. What's it going to be?"

His nostrils flare and I smirk. He knows I got his balls in my hand, and I plan to squeeze—hard.

"You got it, Coach." He's good at playing the cool cat, but I can see the sweat forming over his top lip.

"Perfect. Do you want to go inside and have that chat?"

"You know, that's perfect. We can go to my room."

I laugh. "Oh, you are cute to think I'd go to your room. The living room is fine."

He snorts and walks ahead of me, taking out his keys, he enters the house, and I walk in behind him, shutting the door and locking it.

"So what did you want to discuss, Coach?"

I push him up against the wall, catching him off guard. Keeping my arm against his shoulder and my leg in between his, I hold him still. He can swing his arms, but if he does, I simply have to ram my knee in his balls.

"You drugged a girl last night."

"Yeah, right. Those bitches were so willing."

That cocky attitude is going to get him killed today. "Oh, is that right? You lured two freshmen into this frat house, intending to rape them. Didn't you?"

"Nah, those girls were willing to whore themselves for me. I am, after all, royalty around here."

Fuck it. I take my other hand and reach between his thighs. Good thing he's wearing sweatpants. I take his balls and squeeze. He squeals like the little shit he is.

"Oh, what's the matter? Does that hurt?"

"You crazy bi—" He screams again because I squeeze until I feel his balls trying to move out of my grip.

"Here's what you are going to do. You will withdraw from this college, and you won't be back. If you don't, this will be the least of your worries."

"You got no proof. It's my words against two sluts." He's wheezing out his words because I'm twisting his junk. He's dancing from foot to foot, trying to find a position that isn’t painful.

"That's where you are wrong. I have the camera footage from last night. Your friend who was supposed to wipe the footage forgot. And I have your trash, which is the property of the college now. It takes only one call, and you are gone."

"It'll never stick. Do you know who my father is?"

"Does it look like I give a fuck who your father is? Really, kid?"

He throws his elbow back, and I stop it with my free hand. I twist his arm behind his back until his shoulder pops. The yell from the pain is deafening. I don't stop moving his arm until I hear the break.

"Dammit. Ok. Ok. I'll... I'll withdraw."

Laughter bubbles out of me. "Too late. You could have walked away from this. Now, you are going to regret not taking my offer."

I let go of his arm, and it dangles by his side. "I hope you didn't need that arm for anything."

He turns and I stumble from how fast he moves. His grip on my throat takes me by surprise. "One call to my father, and you'll be in jail. It was stupid to confront me."

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