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“Ripped—” Prestige’s brother laughed, tipping his head back. “Absolutely priceless. Ramsay Williams. I cannot wait to let father know about this. He’s just waiting to pull the trigger on a lawsuit. Just you wai—”
“Shut up!” she yelled, stepping forward. Her whole body was riddled with tension. “Just shut the fuck up, you three-inch dick. They even know the history? Do they know?”
He quieted.
“Yeah.” Her laugh was hollow. “I’m guessing not.”
The leader frowned. “What’s she talking about, Prestige?”
He was glowering at Ramsay. “Nothing. She ain’t talking about shit.”
“Or she is.” Alex raised his hand, rolling his eyes. “You might want to know the history going on here, like the fact that this guy?” He was pointing at Prestige’s brother. “His little brother used to date my cousin.” His finger swung toward Ramsay before dropping. “And the whole reason she’s here is because that prick’s brother not only beat her up but also killed her dad. My uncle.” All three Maroney triplets stepped forward, their very violent promise clear on their faces.
The fraternity leader was taking everyone in before swinging my way and holding. He cursed. “You kidding me?”
He stepped back.
“What?” the Spencer fuck asked.
A few other fraternity brothers were looking from him to me, and then another one cursed, raking a hand over his face. “Well, fuckers.”
“What?” Prestige’s voice rose sharply. “Who is that? Who are you?”
“We’re not going to fight you guys, not when you have Scout Raiden here.”
Yeah. He knew me.
“Who’s Scout Raiden?” The brother was still looking back and forth before focusing on me. Judging me. Deciphering me. “Who are you?”
One of their guys moved forward, a hand to Prestige’s arm. “Dude. Maybe step back.”
Prestige shook his hand off, still only focused on me. “You want a piece of me?”
I went feral.
Yes. I wanted a piece of him. I wanted a whole head piece of him, and I started to answer, letting him know this when Cohen spoke up.
“You should rethink your odds.” His voice was calm. Rational.
It wasn’t welcome.
He motioned toward us. “You have no idea who you’re taking on here. I’ll get to my best friend later, but take in the triplets first. They want blood. Literally. Your guy’s brother put her in the hospital and killed her father. Think on that.” His hand swung wide. “These guys love her and have picked her up from the floor, and your brother’s real brother is the reason she was on the floor. Trust me. They’ve got a bone to pick, and they are looking for an excuse to pick that bone. Don’t underestimate the power that adrenaline can do to a human body. You got the numbers, but we want the fight more. And now let’s get to my best friend, who most of you have heard of—except the one he really wants to pound, of course.” His voice got quiet, and he stepped forward, like a showman between two rivaling teams. He paused before he said clearly so everyone could hear, “There’s a reason these guys don’t want to take him on. Though, please, I think I speak for everyone on my side that we would love for you to find out firsthand.” He raised his chin, holding a second before moving on. His words were for the fraternity’s leader. “Then again, you might want to know that we witnessed your guy over there”—he pointed out the one who first found us—“doing a drug deal. So, yeah, we can wade into a fight, but when the cops come, we’ll be telling that story too.”
The frat leader started to respond, his big mouth opening.
Clint said, “I got pics.”
The group descended into silence again.
“The first time I came, I went around your house. I found your stashes. You weren’t real good at hiding them.”
“Bullshi—”
“The drugs behind the library door.”
The frat leader snapped to attention.
Clint said, “The drugs in the upstairs bathroom behind the medicine cabinet.” He was now wary, eyeing the rest of the fraternity guys who were all pointedly looking anywhere but at him. “Do you want me to keep going? The cocaine in the freezer, which is a sucky hiding spot. The needles in the basement, tucked next to the pool table. That one confused me. I still can’t figure out how you get them out if there’s people around, but to each their own idiotic hiding spots.” He stopped, still eyeing them. “I have pictures. I have video of another drug deal you did. I have it all. Take me down, I don’t care, but trust me, I’ll take your entire chapter with me.”
“You’re lying—” Prestige started.
The fraternity leader got ahead of him, slapping a hand to his chest. “Do us a favor and shut the fuck up, Prestige.”
His chest bolstered up. “Now, listen, Grant—”
“You’re done. I don’t care about your last name or that you’re a legacy. I want you gone and on a flight by the end of tonight.” He motioned to his other fraternity members. “Pack their shit up. Escort them out of here.”
