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“I think he may have been the bitch behind it all because he definitely wasn't the brains,” Jett states, “Now that they've lost their partner, they will have two options...”
Oakley finishes what our friend is thinking, “Either give up their plan for revenge or get pissed and get careless.”
“Exactly,” Jett nods.
“Let's hope it's the latter. There has got to be some kind of connection between Brett and his partner, though.” I stare at my two best friends, “I'll say one thing, it now makes sense how the stalker knew that Saint was the sacrifice. He also knew she was here the night of the fire at the Sorority House, so that was just a warning.”
“But what about the rest?” Jett asks, “That first night we followed her when your bike was vandalized?”
I shrug, “He knew when she left but didn't realize we would be following her. He made it back before we did and fucked my Harley up. Also,” I point out, “he was already watching the dorms the night Saint was taken because Oakley put him on that watch with Drew, so he saw her being dropped off and nabbed her.”
“At this point, it's all circumstantial because we don't know exactly what happened,” Oakley states, “How did he have chloroform on him? I can only assume from the video feed that he covered her mouth with a cloth doused with it.”
“Wait a minute! The text that I got from Drew earlier,” I forgot all about it, “Felicia is missing! So, either that chloroform was meant for her before Saint presented herself, or we still don't know why Brett had it, and Felicia has disappeared because her partner is dead.”
Banging down the hall catches our attention, and I grin, “The little hell cat has woken.” I get up and head for the door, “Keep brainstorming while I quiet her down.”
“Don't fuck her; she needs to rest,” Oakley calls out.
I turn and glare at my friend, “I may be a dick, but I know when not to fuck an injured female.”
Iunlock the door tomy room where Little Saint has been resting and open it only to meet a pissed-off Saint. Smiling, I wait to see what she wants. You see, my fellow Lords and I have concluded that we have been too lenient on our girl. We need her safe, and we need her to trust us. When we shirk our duties all because we all are starting to fall for the one that's supposed to be forbidden to us, she sees it as if she can do whatever the fuck she wants.
We cannot have that.
Yeah, I tell her how it will be from here on out and that we will fulfill our part of the contract without any distractions. Someone out there still wants to hurt Little Saint, well, all of us, but they have their eye on her first and foremost, so we will protect her no matter the cost.
After getting her some food and giving her the pain pills Halsey left, I return to Oakley's room. The pills should knock her out again once they kick in. I know she doesn't like drugs, but she needs to heal, and that won't happen if she doesn't allow herself to rest. If she won't take care of herself, then we will.
“Damn, took you long enough,” Jett chuckles, looking up when I walk back into the room.
“She was pissed but also hungry. Once I explained to her that we will be following the rules of the contract and reminded her just how much she belongs to us, I fed her,” I stop what Jett is about to say, “I fed her real food, perv!” I roll my eyes and smirk, “I gave her the pain pills, so she should be out for a few hours at least.”
“Well, while you were fucking around,” Oakley says jokingly, “I think we are close to finding the secrets of our father's time here.”
“Why do you say that?” I pick up an old letter that looks older than dirt. Our father's graduated in ninety-nine...that's twenty-four years ago.
“I figured if we start looking through the newer-looking stuff, we will find it faster,” Oakley states.
“I thought that's what we were doing last night?” I ask, confused.
“Uh, yeah, well, there was another compartment to the safe, and I found a bunch of the newer stuff in there,” Jett says sheepishly.
“I thought you got everything out the first time?” I growl. We wasted so much time last night going through shit as old as my grandfather's time. Hell, we even found shit from our great-grandfather's time here!
“Yeah, that's my bad,” he snickers, and my hand comes up to slap him on the back side of his head, “Hey, fucker! I'm sorry!”
“Just shut the fuck up and start looking,” I smirk.
Thirty minutes in,we are interrupted once again by yelling coming from downstairs, “What the fuck?” I say and jump to my feet; Oakley and Jett follow suit.
We jog down the steps, and as we approach the second landing, a very pissed-off Dani comes at us, “WHERE IS SHE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BEST FRIEND?” Her face is red, and it's quite amusing seeing such a small girl come at three very fit guys.
I cross my arms and take a stance in front of the door to the third floor. I put on my blank face even though all I want to do is laugh. Oakley approaches the petite hell cat while Jett leans against a nearby wall looking bored.
“Calm the fuck down, woman!” Oakley growls at her, “You don't come up in our House and start demanding shit!”
“Where is Cat? That's all I want to know! I haven't been able to get a hold of her in days, and her father won't tell me shit! Now, either you assholes are going to tell me what's going on and where my friend is, or I will go to the police and file a missing person report. I will make sure to name you three as suspects!”
