Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Cassie’s gaze narrowed on Rogue. “And I think it’s very likely an anonymous snitch might tell them you’re drug dealers.”
Rogue laughed. “With what proof?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but snapped it closed. “Everyone knows you guys deal E.” It was a weak argument. No one would say a word against them, but Cassie never could admit when she was beaten.
Wolf snorted. “Or maybe it’s just vitamins?”
They had us, and the smug grin on Wolf’s face said he knew it. The idea of these two having any power over me made my skin crawl. There were times to fight, though, and as much as Cassie would disagree with me, times to roll over.
“What do you want?” I asked, sinking back against the couch. In my periphery, I saw Cassie’s attention snap to me, but I grabbed her wrist, giving her a warning squeeze.
“You want to fuck around with frat boys so much?” Rogue said. “Well, guess what? That little stunt just won you both the status of little sisters to Omega Dicksolon.”
It was both better and worse than I’d expected. Better because I’d seen Wolf take a baseball bat to a guy’s knees firsthand. Worse, because the last thing I wanted was to be anywhere near frat boys, let alone Wolf. I didn’t know what the hell a little sister was, but the name alone promised degrading humiliation.
“You can fuck off!” Cassie erupted beside me.
Wolf glanced at Rogue. “How the hell do you date her?”
Why was he going along with this? Rogue’s “punishment” was clearly going to require Cassie and me to be around the frat. And I knew damn well he didn’t want to be around me anymore than I did him. I could only think of one reason for him to do this: to humiliate me and make my life hell. And he had all the means to do so because he knew me, my weaknesses, what made me tick.
Cassie went to rise from the couch, like she was about to fight both of them. God, she had no self-preservation. I dug my nails into her arm.
“Fine,” I said.
They wanted their pound of flesh, and we were going to have to give it to them. We had no other choice.
“Good.” Wolf shot Rogue a grin that I wanted to slap off his face. “Looks like we have two live-in servants for the next month.”
Wait! What? “Live in?” I asked, my acceptance from moments ago harder to hang on to.
He raised a brow, as if challenging me to argue. “That going to be a problem?”
“For a whole month?”
“That’s what he said, isn’t it?” Rogue answered.
Over my dead body would I spend a month living with Wolf. I couldn’t. Emotionally and practically. Not to mention, I couldn’t sit around for a month and not earn extra money. And like hell was I doing anything illegal under their noses. I couldn’t give them anything else to hold over me. I—my parents—would be right back to square one, with the bank knocking at their door.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “We have school.”
“Last I checked,” Wolf said. “Our house is closer to campus than this place.”
“And work.”
“Again. Our house is closer.”
I couldn’t stay there. There had to be some way to get out of a month-long sentence. “And I need to go see my parents every other weekend.”
One of his dark brows lifted. “Are you aware that you’re fucked? Because you aren’t acting like it.”
He was right. We didn’t have a choice. They were calling the shots.
“Fine.” I pushed to my feet, dragging Cassie with me. “Give us five minutes to pack.” I knew Cassie had far more to say, but I kept my nails buried in her skin until we were in my room.
When I slammed the door closed, she glared at me, rubbing at the marks I’d left on her wrist.
“We are not going—”
“That video—” I pointed in the direction of the living room—“could get us sent to jail, Cassie! Certainly expelled.” I reached under my bed, grabbed my overnight bag, and tossed it onto the mattress. The second I had seen Cassie with those pills, I knew it would end badly, but I’d ignored my gut instincts that night. I’d been lured by money, and now I was a fish flopping on a hook.
I paced the short distance from the door to the window, then back again. A month under their roof. “They have a loaded gun to our heads.”
Cassie huffed and dropped onto my bed. “Wish I could point a gun at Rogue right now,” she mumbled.
I stopped and looked at her. A gun! That was it. We just needed one of our own. Not like Wolf and Rogue didn’t have plenty of skeletons in their closets. And we’d just been invited into their house, where I could search every single one.