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I clenched my fist and hammered on her door not giving a fuck if it disturbed the other neighbours. It took a few minutes until it cracked open. She hid behind it trying to get rid of me, but that was not happening. I shoved the door wide open, strolling past her as she shuffled backwards and flapped around, cursing me unnecessarily.
I helped myself to a beer from her well stocked fridge that seemed pointless for just a single person’s use. Popping the lid off with a bottle opener, I sat myself down on the couch.What’s hers is mine, what’s mine is mine, and all that jazz.
She stood facing me with anger displayed across her stunning face. Arms crossed, she awaited an explanation, but I sat there silently for a moment as I let my gaze wander lavishly down the curves of her body hidden under a matching sweatpants and sweater combo. She looked fucking delicious, even in the most unflattering clothes.
“Damn you’d look even better in my clothing.” I grinned, loving the idea of her being draped in my sweatshirt only with those long legs on display for me. She rolled her eyes at me, dropping some of the hostility, but she was antsy. I could tell she didn’t want me here.
She lowered herself carefully on the opposite couch but showed no outward signs of pain from the bruising Daniel mentioned. Either she was a skilled actress, or it wasn’t as bad as he made out. What was it he mentioned she passed it off as? A kink.
Running her tongue over her front teeth, I followed the movement hungrily, my cock stirring.Not a good time.
“Want to explain why you barged into my room like the campus was on fire?” she questioned, eyebrow raised in expectation of an answer.
“So,” I said, observing her reaction. “Daniel told me you were littered with bruises.”
Blank. No emotion passed on her face.
“And?” she asked blandly.
“And he was concerned about you. Maybe you’re being hurt by somebody. If so, let me know and I’ll deal with it.” I sat forward, eyes on hers.
With a shake of her head, she snickered disbelievingly. “I told him to mind his own business. I’m telling you the same.” She looked at me, unimpressed. “I’ll explain to you what I did to him. Not that I should have to divulge my sex life to you or anyone.”Sex life, huh? That won’t be continuing with me around.
I waved my hand for her to continue, and she huffed, “The bruises he saw were from rough play. It was consensual. Like I said to him, it’s a kink of sorts. Simple as that.”
It sounded simple, easy. Too much so. Milla was a vault, and I knew I wouldn’t get any more out of her. She didn’t seem in pain, just generally pissed off at being questioned about this. Which, to be fair, I’d smack someone for involving themselves in my sex life. I just had a feeling that she was hiding something, and I vowed to myself that I’d be keeping a closer eye on what she did and what went on around her. There was no one better than my brothers and I to delve into the unknown and pull at the enigma that she now was.
She watched my movements as I stood up and binned the empty beer bottle. I approached and pulled her into me for a hug and goddamn it felt good to hold her in my arms. The arms that would always protect her. Always. Even if I didn’t openly admit it out loud.
She wound herself round my waist reciprocating the hug as she laid her face sidewards on my lower stomach and I gritted my teeth, begging my cock to not make it awkward by standing to attention right at this moment in time. Luckily, he listened. Kissing the top of her head gently, I untangled from her. I walked out and closed the door softly behind me, making sure it clicked shut before deciding to skip down the stairs instead of taking the elevator.
The truth of the matter was, that girl scared me to death. And death didn’t concern me. I didn’t trust her at all. Milla had my heart in the palm of her dainty hands with no idea how easily she could squeeze it, letting the life drain out deliberately. The fucked-up thing? I’d let her do it if it brought a smile to her face.
Chapter12
Hollis
Iwhistled loudly, Preston and Texas glanced my way, recognising my catcall. I jerked my chin up in command.Let’s go.
Thankfully, they listened for a change; it wasn’t the easiest transforming into leader mode when your two best friends constantly ripped you for it. They tested my patience so thoroughly that if there was an exam that garnered high marks for it, they’d pass with flying colours.
Pedal to the metal, I tore out from my parking spot, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. We left the woodlands where we’d been for a social get together, just a bunch of wannabes getting plastered with a couple of bonfires going on. Standard student behaviour.
Preston lifted his hand up grabbing onto theoh shithandle in the passenger seat. Texas sat behind us in the rear, situated in the middle. He spread himself across the backseat with arms opened on the headrests, legs wide.Also removing my rear mirror view, asshole.
We pulled up to the parking under headquarters, scanning our eyes on the biometric scanner for security before the elevator allowed us safe access to the building.
I entered the meeting room with the others following. Chris was situated at the head of the table, a few of the elders were scattered standing against walls. I found a seat at the opposite end of the table facing him.
Texas sat on my left, Preston beside him on the rectangular table in our main meeting room. The rest of my Beta team slid into spare seats. I nodded to Miles as he took the seat to my right, his eyes focused, waiting for our orders or information. Outside of Texas and Preston, he was the other person closest to me, we gelled being so similar in many ways.
There were ten of us in the younger generation—the Beta team—including me. Thirty or so roughly within the entire society. But numbers didn’t matter when you had the skills all of us acquired. Take on one of us? It was a challenge. All of us? You’d be dead or taught a harrowing lesson. Other than me, Texas, Preston, and Miles, there was Aaron, Jase, Ronnie, Amir, Drew and Thomas.
Initiating into the Owls, you needed to pass tests. Flags were thrown up, and you’d be monitored throughout your life until you were selected and thrown into situations to simply test you and fight for your life. When you passed the first trial, you were in. There wasn’t really anif; only two people had ever failed. They died working to complete them. They weren’t steel-willed enough.
It proved how comprehensive the selection process was as the intake was bi-yearly but maybe only one person would be selected. The elders were picky for good reason. The society was founded in the early nineteen-twenties, a century old and thriving.
Just because an elder was your parent, it didn’t automatically enrol you. Texas had to prove his worth more so than any others, with his dad being Chris Penn, our elder. He sat in one of the leadership seats shared jointly with Dorian Luxe, who decided not to have his own kids but treated us all as his own flesh and blood. He was the serenity to Chris’ anarchy.
