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I’d told Fawn to come at ten for a reason. I needed time to explain this all to them.
Putting my cards down, I let silence fill the air, and considering who my friends were, there was a lot of it.
“Act right. Ah, okay.” Dorian pushed dusky blond hair out of his face before cutting a look at me, and dude was fucking jacked to hell these days. He was quarterback for Pembroke’s team just like he’d been in high school. Because of that, the guy had just about doubled in size, and Thatcher and Wells weren’t far behind. Especially Thatcher with his giant ass. I didn’t think that dude could have gotten any bigger since high school, but he was starting to break the legs of couches he sat on with his weight. Football training was obviously going well for all of them, and in high school, the four of us used to compete against each other for the best gains.
Those days were gone at the present since I didn’t play, but I still joined them for workouts off the field. I needed to keep my body in shape, strong.
Dorian grumbled. “Well, who the fuck is this girl?”
“Dorian?” Sloane questioned, and D sighed.
“I’m sorry, little fighter, but this dude don’t date people.”
He wasn’t wrong about that, and actually, I held a record amongst us. I didn’t date. I fucked, casually, and though my boys had a track record too, they’d all at least had a partner on their arm for longer than a month.
I didn’t even do that.
D hooked his arm around my sister after what he said,little fighterhis nickname for her. He shook his head. “It just doesn’t make sense.”
“Yeah, suspect as hell.” Wells’s lips pinched together, and I swear to God, if he didn’t pull that halo off his fucking head. He crossed his arms. “You said her name’s Fawn?”
“Greenfield, yeah,” I stated, and when I said that, Thatcher shot up. The guy had been listening too, but it wasn’t uncommon for him to be slow on the pickup.
He certainly wasn’t now, ramrod straight. He directed a finger at me. “Wait. That bitch who got you kicked out of football?”
Fuck.
Thatch’s eyes expanded. “No fucking away—”
“Wait. She was here the other night.” Wells’s head whipped in my direction. “Right? Wolf, what the fuck?”
“The fuck’s going on?” D sat back, his eyebrows pinched together. His hand lifted. “Someone slow the fuck down and explain.”
“Oh, I’ll explain it.” Thatcher was laughing now, and he was lucky I was waiting for the appropriate time to come in. I’d prepared for this, to check his ass, but he was testing me to keep my cool right now while I waited. He flicked a digit in my direction. “This guy had me dig up all kinds of shit on that girl who took pictures of him and got him kicked off the football team your junior year. I’m talking her social media accounts, her class schedule, housing, and enrollment information.” He slapped the back of his hand against his palm. “Basically, anything Pembroke had or didn’t have on her I was to find out. I got information on her family and what sheand themare into.” His gaze flicked to me. “He pretty much had me find this girl’s entire life, and I figured he was using it to ruin her. Especially after she came here the other night.”
The room was real quiet now. Though I had prepared for this, it wasn’t fucking awesome to be at the center of it.
Sloane’s feet touched the floor, and since she didn’t know about the football thing, I could imagine she was confused. This was before her, not long before but before. Her eyebrows narrowed. “You got kicked off football, big?” she asked, calling me by her nickname for me. She called mebigand I called herlittle. Something I’d started. Her head cocked. “How?”
I supposed I shouldn’t be surprised she shared more concern for me and less about the latter part of what Thatch had said. She was a special breed, my twin, and was just as protective as the rest of us. She wanted to know about what happened to me and didn’t give a shit about anything else. I pressed my hair back. “It was nothing.”
“Hardly. There was a fight, and this Fawn Greenfield’s pictures provided evidence of it.” Dorian’s look could kill, not so different from Thatcher’s and Wells’s in that moment. He settled a hand on Sloane’s waist. “Got this fucking guy kicked off the field for an entire season, and now you say you’re dating her?”
“And how does that happen exactly?” Wells draped his long arms over his knees, his hands opening. “And how is this you taking care of the situation?”
He was mentioning the party from the other night, and though I really didn’t have time to go over this shit with them, I knew it was necessary. They’d never let go of this if I didn’t.
They’d never be convinced.
I knew my friends,my family.These boys weren’t just my buddies. They were my brothers, and because they were, they knew me. They knew my MO, so I had to work this angle just right with them. Knowing exactly what to say (because I knew them too), I sat up. “Thatch is right. I did ask for all that shit on her. I saw her on campus and asked him to dig up all he could find on her.”
Most of that was true. I mean, I did see Fawn on campus before I had him look anything up. I saw her a lot of times.
I nodded. “And also right, I had every intention of ruining her life.”
That was a part of the plan for him to think that, assume that. He was the only one I knew who could get the kind of information I needed on her. My boy Thatch was a computer hacker, and I needed everything he could find, necessary.
I also knew I’d need to give him a reason to look up the information, though, and her destruction would only make sense. It was something we’d all do, again, darkness in our nature. If people crossed Legacy, we came for them, and that was actually how D and Sloane had met. She’d gotten in his way once, and immediately, he’d gone for her neck. Of course, that was before we knew who she was. Her being my sister came later.
