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Crew grips my hips and I’m hopeful the key is still in the door. “Wewere never good. The sex was good, and that’s the only reason I kept coming back.”
I. Hate. Him.
My chin rests on his shoulder, and I whisper in his ear, while reaching behind him, “I miss the way you used to touch me. You made me feel so good.” My neck cranes. I can’t see him, but I feel like I’m looking into his eyes. “Touch me again before I’m lost for days in these tunnels?”
“You’re fucking with me, Scar, and I don’t like to be fucked with.” He gives me a shove backward.
“Wait.” I reach out and grab his arm, dragging my nails down as hard and for as long as I can before I’m shoved to the side. His thunderous footsteps come closer, but I duck and move, trying like hell to stay away from him while luring him farther from the door.
I have to get the hell out of here.
“You fucking slut!” he shouts, causing a ripple in my chest. “Fuck the plans. Fuck everything. I will destroy you, Scar!”
My hands swat and pat, until finally I find the door. In a swift motion, I pull the keys from the lock and quickly slam the door shut.
“You fucking bitch!”
Pound. Pound. Pound.
They wanna play games, then all four of us are playing.
“Unlock this door now or you’ll live to regret it.”
Pound. Pound. Pound.
“No, Crew,” I shout, anger ripping through my vocal chords. “The only thing I regret is you.”
It’s completely dark, but I don’t even care. Feeling on top of the world after fighting off Crew, I walk straight ahead, up another flight of stairs, and find another door. I keep my head held high, even though I feel like I’m going to lose the contents in my stomach.
Once I’m on the other side, I collapse onto the floor inside a building I’ve never been in. There is light, though dim, and for that I’m grateful.
My eyes dance around the room and that’s when I realize I’m inside the library.
Crew has likely alerted the guys already, so I need to get the hell out of here while I have the chance.
ChapterEight
CREW
“Well,boys, we did it. She’s all ours. Mission accomplished. She’s playing the game. Which I must add was a fucking genius idea.” Generally speaking, the games are played as a group, but not for Scar. Neo has organized a mental mind-fuck for her participation.
I drop down on the black leather couch, swinging my feet around and kicking them up.
Neo continues pacing in the center of the room, his phone clutched in his hand. “That’s where you’re wrong. You didn’t do shit.Wedid it.” He points from himself to Jagger, keeping his eyes down.
I spring up defensively. “What the hell are you talking about? I was just as much a part of this as you two.”
“No, you weren’t,” Jagger chimes in. “You argued that we should let her join the seniors but gave up your fight when you knew you’d lose. You’re still soft for the girl.”
“Soft for her?” I chuckle. “I don’t even want her here.” I look between them. “Wait. Are you guys fucking serious? What more can I do to prove to you that my loyalty lies with the two of you?”
Neo tips his chin. “Where’d you get the black eye?”
“And what the fuck happened to your arm?” Jagger leans in, looking at the bandage that runs from my bicep to the crease of my arm.
“Hell if I know. I was so wasted last night. Probably some chick who I pissed off.”
“Some chick?” Jagger asks, now standing directly in front of where I’m lying on the couch.
