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Someone yanks it open. It’s not him.
“Move.” I shove the guy out of the way.
He stumbles back, almost falling. “Whoa, bro. What the fuck?”
“Slater!” I call out at the same time I steamroll my way through the entire house. Aside from a few drunk bastards laying on the couches in the living room, the house is empty.
“He’s not here.” The guy who answered the door comes up behind me once I’ve pushed through the last bedroom door on the second floor.
I pivot and grab him by his T-shirt, hauling him to me. “Where the fuck is he?” I demand to know through gritted teeth.
His glossy eyes bulge slightly. He’s too fucking drunk to realize the danger he’s in. But something inside of that half-full skull of his must click because he soon answers, “He’s still at that party. Hooking up with some chick from his chem– Hey,” he shouts when I shove him away from me.
Although I only shove him with about half of the force in my body, I hear a loud crash behind me. I’m halfway down the stairs and out of the door before I hear him curse at me for shoving him.
I don’t even bother with getting in my Jeep to drive over to the frat house where the party is. With the adrenaline pumping through my veins, there’s no way I can sit for even another minute.
My legs propel me forward, my speed picking up as my fingers itch to get my hands around that fucker’s throat.
Let’s see how he likes being choked. My brain registers the sight of the frat house even before my conscious thinking can put it all together.
Though, it’s probably not what it seems, it feels like things move in slow motion from here on out. I can hear hip hop music blaring from the house. Girls and guys alike have spilled out onto the front lawn of the frat house. Red Solo cups litter the lawn.
It’s a typical college party scene. Campus police won’t be around anytime soon to break it up. The fuckers who own the house come from families who also have names on half of the buildings on this campus. They own campus police as well as the local police in this college town.
“Diego?” some guy says as I push through the open door.
I look over to find Michael, a younger cousin of Slater’s, who I’ve worked with during my internships. I treat him the same as I did that guy back at the house.
“Where the fuck is your cousin?”
His eyes go wild with terror. I always knew he was a pussy. I’ve barely touched him, and I can feel him shaking underneath the weight of my glare. But this is nothing compared to what his cousin is about to feel.
“Where is he?” I demand again, shaking him.
“Upstairs, I think.”
Of course he gives him up right away. He probably knows his cousin’s reputation. I briefly wonder if he knows what his cousin did to Monique. If he does and didn’t do anything to stop him, I’ll beat his ass, too.
“Slater!” I yell as I run up the stairs.
People leap out of my way, pressing themselves flat against the hallway walls as I barrel down it, going door to door. He isn’t in the first three rooms I barge into. The fourth one is locked.
My first fist against it leaves a crack in the wood. I don’t feel any pain in my hand. All I feel is rage.
“What the fuck?” I hear a voice on the other side of the door. I immediately recognize it as Slater’s.
“Who is that?” a woman on the other side asks.
“Open the goddamn door,” I growl, punching it again. The second punch creates a dent in the door. A third fist to the door will create a hole right through it.
I never get that chance, though, because the door soon flies open. Now I’m face to face with this cocksucker. But within two seconds of me laying eyes on him, he’s flat on his back.
I barely register the blood dripping out of his nose from my first fist to his face. On the way over, I had planned how I would make this motherfucker pay. I wanted to draw it out, slowly and painfully.
As soon as I see his face, though, all I can think about are the bruises around Monique’s neck. The way she cried and nearly began hyperventilating as she told me what he did to her. The way she blamed herself.
She actually believes she holds some responsibility for what this son of a bitch did to her. I can’t hold my anger in long enough not to attack him on sight.
