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Destroying West Point isn’t just a personal vendetta against Austin McKenna, it’s also necessary. His gang is a fucking parasite on the streets of Halston and, more importantly, a threat to every last member who’s sworn allegiance to the Reapers, each and every one of whom deserves the protection and security that come with the loyalty they give us.
“Well, fuck,” I say, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration as the enormity of just how big of a cluster fuck this might turn into hits me. “This night has really gone to shit, hasn’t it?”
Maddoc and Logan both meet my eyes, neither one of them answering and all three of us grim as hell.
I don’t need to hear them say they agree. I can see in their faces that they feel it too.
The minute Riley pulled that trigger, shit started to spiral out of control.
And the longer it takes us to find her sister, the higher the body count is likely to be.
3
RILEY
My head is sofuzzy when I wake up that I’m not even sure Iamawake, but I already know for sure that I don’t want to be. Not when I feel this groggy, with my mouth dry enough to seriously make me wonder if someone wiped it down with a cotton ball and no memory at all of coming to bed even though I’m definitely lying on the same stupidly comfortable mattress at the Reaper house that I’ve been sleeping on for weeks.
I crack my eyes open. The room is dark enough that it must be the middle of the night, and I’m tempted to just close them again and get some more sleep. I clearly need it.
But I can’t. Something important is nagging at the back of my mind. It’s…Chloe.
I smile as soon as I remember, my heart instantly lighter despite how rough my body feels.
We actually did it. We got my sister back.
Is that why I feel so horrible right now?
Were we drinking last night to celebrate finally getting her away from West Point?
For some reason, my memory is somewhere between hazy and non-existent, but that seems the most likely answer. But then I realize I must have celebrated with more than just a few drinks. I’m deliciously sore between my legs, and underneath the cotton mouth, I can taste—
Maddoc.
Jumbled memories of last night start to surface despite how groggy I’m feeling, and warm satisfaction pools inside me. I knew there was something between us, and now I know Maddoc feels it too.
I remember him kissing me like he was starving for it. Eating me out until I screamed for him. And fucking me… fucking me…
While I was crying?
I blink, confusion flooding through me as I try to make sense of the blurry memories. Even when I hated him, I felt this crazy pull to him right from the start, and I definitely remember how fucking good it was once we both finally acted on it last night.
Don’t I?
But no. Itwasn’tgood. It was—
“Oh god,” I rasp, my mind finally clearing enough for me to remember.
And then immediately wish I hadn’t.
I shake my head in denial, my throat as dry as sandpaper and my chest tightening painfully as I squeeze my eyes closed. Childishly, a part of me just wants it to go away. To fall back into that fuzzy state I woke up in, where reality didn’t fucking suck so hard.
That’s not how life works, though.
It always fucking sucks.
And now that my memories are surging back, I don’t have time to wallow in hurt feelings or give in to rage over the Reapers’ betrayal. I just need to get away. I need to get to Chloe.
I jerk upright, my heart suddenly pounding when I realize I don’t actually remember everything from last night, because I don’t remember how the fuck I got inhere.
