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Messages from his phone were also logged on the tablet. As I scrolled through various conversations with different people, I listened extra hard for the front door.

There were a few flirtatious messages with girls from campus. Nothing recent. All of them were a few months old. Havoc seemed to lose interest quickly based on the conversations I read.

There were also texts with Knight and Gage, as well as a few names I didn’t know. What held my interest the longest was the conversation thread with Havoc’s dad, Maverick Alexander.

He seemed to be a straight to the point kind of man. No messages checking in with Havoc, asking how his day or week had been. No questions about his classes. Every message either gave Havoc an order of some kind or scolded him for something he did wrong. Damn. My dad had never talked shit to me the way Havoc’s dad spoke to him. No wonder Havoc was such an asshole.

My phone went off in my pocket, scaring the bejeezus out of me. Clover’s bubbly voice greeted me when I answered.

“I can’t stare at my laptop anymore,” she said. “I’ve done more than enough work today. Want to come hang? We can order pizza or something. Maybe Thai?”

I slid off Havoc’s bed, leaving the tablet as I’d found it. “Actually, yeah. Thai sounds good.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

RAINA

“Damn, girl. What happened to you? Looks like someone hoovered your neck.” Closing the door to Clover’s room behind me, I flopped down on her bed.

Clover’s mouth opened in a silent O of surprise. “Me? Look at you. Did those jerks hurt you? Seriously, Raina. That is not okay.”

I waved away Clover’s concern. Lightly touching my bruised throat, I said, “Just one jerk mostly. Betcha can’t guess which one. Now tell me who did that to your neck. Please tell me that you hooked up with Blaze after all.”

“Gage,” Clover guessed, eyeing my bruises. Then her gaze dropped as her cheeks pinkened. “I wish I could say I went back to talk to him. I kind of ended up going back to Zane’s room.”

“Girl, what?” I did a double take. “Zane? Do I even want to know?”

I was friendly with Zane when he was around. I didn’t like him though. He set off my creep radar. Which was funny since the Gods never did. They were vicious assholes, but they weren’t creeps. It wasn’t the same thing.

Clover sat on the bed next to me and flopped back onto the mattress. “We were drinking together after you left. He walked me back to campus and then invited me to smoke a joint in his room. It just happened. You know how it goes.”

I did know how it goes. Still, though. Zane? Hell no.

Trying to keep the disgust off my face, I asked, “Was he good at least?”

“He got me where I needed to go, if you know what I mean. I wouldn’t say he’s the best I’ve ever been with. He’s nice though. That counts, right?” She glanced to me for reassurance. Clover seemed to have her doubts.

Pulling a joint from my jeans pocket, I stood up and opened the window. “Are you two dating? Or was it just a party hook up?”

Clover could do so much better than Zane. Not that Blaze Bixby was better. He’d just helped stomp Gage into a bloody mess. On second thought, maybe that was a point for Blaze.

“Just a hook up, I guess.” She shrugged. “We haven’t talked about it. I like Zane, but I don’t think I’m interested in anything big right now.”

I sucked a puff of Mary Jane deep into my lungs, nodding in agreement. “That’s good. Nice to keep your options open. You can still bag Blaze. He’s got one hell of a violent streak though. The Angels beat the shit out of Gage today.”

Clover sat straight up. Her eyes were wide with shock and curiosity. “Holy crap, really? Do tell.”

I gave her the summarized version of events. She went from gasping to laughing to gasping again. Hearing it all said aloud made it absolutely insane. How the hell did I get wrapped up with these jokers?

“Your life is never boring, is it?” Clover laughed out a puff of smoke. “Now tell me why Gage did that to you. Don’t tell me it was a sex thing.”

I quirked a brow and grinned. “Then I won’t tell you.”

“Seriously? Goddamn. That’s intense. Make sure he respects your boundaries though. Gage sounds like the type to get carried away.” A frown marred Clover’s brow.

“You don’t know the half of it,” I mused, fighting a smile off my face at the memory of Gage dragging me across the bed toward him. “Don’t worry about me. Do you want to go grab a coffee or something before dinner? Maybe there’s something happening on campus.”

“There’s coffee in the rec room. I think there’s a Keurig in the student lounge too.” Clover arranged her hair to cover the hickeys on her neck before exiting the room.

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