AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Son of a bitch.
Chase’s voice comes from behind us. When I turn and see him, my jaw grinds.
Fuck. They’re already well inside the fountain area of the hedges, past either point that the two detonators are aimed at.
Fury swells inside of me.
I was distracted. Byher.
Again.
“Well, those of us in The Reckless sometimesneedone or two extra hands besides our own,” Ivan shrugs. “You know, for sheer coverage of all that square footage down there. I’m assuming you don’t have that little problem in Para Bellum.”
Chase rolls his eyes. “That was fucking stupid even for you, Antonov.”
Diego, fiercely loyal to his friends to a fault, angrily flicks his cigarillo at the three douchebags, hitting Brad in the face as he advances.
“Say it again to my face,hijo de puta.”
Brad bristles and takes a step back, along with Spencer. Chase just folds his arms over his beefy quarterback chest, smirking at us.
“Better get your dogs on tighter leashes, Drakos.”
“I’m sure your mother has all sorts of choking devices. I’ll ask her next time I’m over fucking her ass while your father jerks off in the corner.”
Chase bristles. That was a low blow, I’ll admit. Which is precisely why I said it.
A few months back, someone hacked Chase’s father’s company. Most of their financials and mob shit was secure enough that it didn’t make it to the news. But other private,sensitiveinformation did.
Like the fact that his parents are practicing swingers. His mom, for example, likes to get fucked by other men while insulting her husband as he films it.
I guess Chase is still a little sore about that getting out.
“I’ll ask again,” Chase mutters. “What the fuck are the three of you doing back here?”
“Shit, is thisnotwhere we’re all meeting for the gang bang with your mom?” Ivan frowns. “Fuck, I really don’t want to miss that.”
Chase twists his mouth into a smile, the muscles in his neck straining as a vein pops on his forehead. But he doesn’t explode. I’ll admit, I’m mildly impressed at his ability to cage his baser emotions at times.
He glances past us, moving closer and ignoring the way Diego spits at his shoe. He looks through the hole in the hedge, smirks, and then pulls back, turning to level his eyes on me.
“Ahhh, I see.”
Shit.
He grins a little wider. “Were you just staring at who I think you were staring at?”
I say nothing. Chase sighs, shoving his fingers through his blond hair. “Dahlia Roy. Interesting.” He glances back at his buddies. “Should we expand the pool, gentlemen?”
Brad smirks. Spencer tips his head to the side slightly. “I guess we could.”
My jaw clenches. “Whatpool.”
“Why, the betting pool, my friend,” Chase grins widely. “You’re aware of the time-honored freshman tradition at Knightsblood ofprima nox, aren’t you?”
I most certainly am. I hate it. It’s not just that it’s a stupid, archaic, fratty tradition. It’s that Iabhoractivities or intended activities that verge on rape or anything even close to it.
And that’s almost exactly whatprima noxis.
