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“Back off,” I warn, pushing him, but his hold tightens.
“Listen, baby. I already know why you’re here. I can make you feel real good. Better than Luke. Better than Bain. Let me show you how a real man fucks a lady.” I’m about to knee him in the crotch when Luke’s fist breezes past my face, nearly taking me out with it, but instead connecting with the drunk guy’s face.
“She’s already got a date tonight. And she said back the fuck off,” he seethes, shoving the guy backward so he tumbles over the couch. Winking at me, he continues to follow Dillon down a long hallway and into a bedroom.
I wait a few minutes and then go in the same direction. Lucky for us, the door is still open. Crouching down, I pull my phone from my purse, turn on the camera, and begin to record their conversation.
“Okay, so you needed something?” Dillon asks, and Luke nods. “Something to guarantee that Zara puts out tonight?” Luke smiles a disgusting pervert smile and nods again.
“I don’t w
ant anything coming back on me, though. What do you have? Sorry, dude, but I’ve been trying to fuck her for a while. Now that we all know what kinda skills the girl has, I need to try her out.”
Dillon shakes his head, laughing. Fucking laughing. “She’s really not that great, but I feel you. Maybe it was just me. I had to be drunk to even consider it. Now, her cousin Karly. Holy shit, that bitch could ride a dick.” He lets out a low whistle and fire flames through my veins. I almost blow my cover, but I remember the plan. Remember why I’m here. Remember this isn’t just about Karly anymore.
Dillon pulls a small plastic bag from his front jeans pocket and hands it to Luke. All of this I catch on my camera. “I almost got caught last year, so my dad hooked me up with a guy that has this new stuff. She won’t remember a fucking thing. You’ll be clear. And it lowers inhibitions, if you know what I mean.”
Luke takes the package and eyes it for a moment before putting it in his breast pocket on his polo. “I’ll let you know how it works.” Slipping Dillon a few bills, Luke starts to make his way to the door. I stand quickly and open the door before either guy has a chance to make it out.
“You ready to go, baby?” I whisper, loud enough for Dillon to hear.
“Absolutely,” Luke responds, and the boys nod at each other. Sick to my stomach. I’m fucking disgusted.
“Have a good night, Zars,” Dillon calls out to me as we’re just about to the front door. I can’t even fake a response, so I put my middle finger in the air as the door closes behind me.
We still put on our charade as we walk back to the car. Noah’s standing at the passenger door, waiting for us. Letting go of Luke’s hand, I run to Noah and into his arms. “It’s done. I got it,” I mutter into his chest.
“You did excellent. We got the audio. Zara, send me the video.” I do as he asks. When he watches everything unfold, his face heats with anger, but the smirk is undeniable. “Do you have any idea what this means?”
“That we got him?”
“Yeah, but we can pretty much push for anything that we want. The dumbass implicated his dad on videotape.” I remember Dillon briefly saying his dad got him the drugs. Inside, I’m doing backflips.
“Watch this,” I say, sending the video to another recipient. Within a few minutes, my phone rings.
“Hello,” I answer, my voice sweet and happy.
“What the fuck? Goddammit, Zara. You’re a fucking lunatic.”
“I’m sorry, Dillon. What was that? I couldn’t quite make out your words over the sound of revenge clouding the line. Did you say that you can’t wait for the local news outlet to receive this video? To know that the future congressman is peddling drugs to his son in college so he doesn’t get caught screwing girls over?”
“What do you want?” Dillon concedes.
“School: Drop out immediately. Drugs: Flush them down the toilet. School board: Tell them that you manufactured the video you sent of me and Noah and face the consequences of that.”
“I can’t do—” he starts, but I cut him off.
“This isn’t a negotiation, Dillon. All of it gets done or the video goes to the news in the morning. Text me when you’ve fixed your fucking mess.”
Pressing end on the call, I look up at Noah to see a huge smile on his face. Kissing the corner of his mouth, I back away to give Luke a giant hug. “I couldn’t have done this without you. Thank you so much.” I give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Noah growls and Luke chuckles.
“Calm down, Mr. B. I’m not stepping into your space. She’s yours,” Luke jokes, raising his hands and backing away from me.
—
After Luke goes home and Noah and I are back at his apartment, my phone chimes. The text from Dillon lets me know that I’ve finally accomplished my mission. He doesn’t get to go to school, he doesn’t get to drug girls, and Noah might get his job back.
Later that night, the dean calls Noah, alerting him of the recent update in the case, offering him the position he had back. To my surprise, Noah declines the job, stating that there’s too much water under the bridge and he wouldn’t be able to get the respect he deserves from the students. They argue for a bit, but finally he wins and disconnects the call.
