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Within twenty minutes I’m done, feeling slightly better after being freshly showered, and thoroughly scrubbing the shit out of my mouth with my toothbrush.
My steps slow outside of the door that Eden was supposed to be staying at last night. I listen intently as I hear several snapped quips leading into slight arguments. A few chuckles from a man which must be Remy. A crash after a loud grunt landing against one of the walls in their causing me to giggle and realize that Eden is not on board with this at all.
I really need to figure out what that argument was about, what would make her so mad that she has to throw something across the room, causing an assassin, a trained one, to hide and shriek.
The same ten guards take their rightful place surrounding me in a tight circle as we start working our way down, heading to the cafeteria.
Eden rushes to my side. Her and Remy are able to catch up with us. My girl looks like shit but Remy looks like he had the best night of sleep in his life.
The cafeteria is packed for breakfast today I notice, paying attention to our surroundings. With all the guards it’s hard for me to keep my head held high and ignore the sneers and smirks and even some floating comments that land on me as I pass by.
Eden and I both head for the coffee machines as the guards take their normal spots they had yesterday, or maybe it was the day before. My head is splitting too much to remember.
Eden and I both take a long pull of the largest cups of coffee that we could get.
When she has coffee floating through her bloodstream is when I start questioning her. “What happened last night?”
Eden scoffs. “Nothing. That fucker laid in his bed. I guess I took Sloan’s bed and then he passed right out,” she says as she takes another huge pull from the coffee. “I sat there and stared at him for at least half the night to make sure he wouldn’t attack me if I fell asleep. I swear he slept in the same position until I finally passed out, very early this morning.”
I snort laugh, I don’t mean to but it shoots out, making her smile. As women we’re taught to be careful and guard ourselves, but the situation was all backwards. Eden should’ve been the one that was rested.
We both order hefty amounts of greasy food and more hot coffee. If this doesn’t work for us, then we’ll need the hair of the dog.
The closer guards thankfully give us space as Sloan and Remy sit down with Eden and me. Joss, Pierce and Chance all arrive a few minutes later.
We eat and sip our wonderful coffee in awkward silence staring at the people around us until Eden has finally lost her shit and is the first to blow.
“How can you guys be hired to protect her? She saw you kill a man,” she whispers the last part not wanting to draw attention to us and what actually happened to Chris Cromwell, the governor’s kid. “You chased her around the dorms, spying and peering into her life.” Eden slams her hand down. My hung over girl is raging today.
The others gasp around the table, but I had a feeling that they already somewhat knew. My eyes shoot between everyone else’s, trying to read the thoughts that are barreling through their heads.
Chance blurts out on a slight laugh, trying to keep his deep voice down. “You’re the guy that was laid out on her bed after she decimated you,” he states, looking directly at Sloan as Remy laughs, then choking around his food sitting straight up, then taking a huge gulp from his bottled water.
I bend down to hide my smirk, Remy almost choked to death trying to hide his.
It doesn’t matter, though, because both Chance and Pierce start laughing, the timbre rooted deep within.
Awkward silence stretches for the next twenty minutes as a giggle or snort periodically rings out from others remembering the conversations we just had. We’re not the only ones doing this, Sloan and Remy can’t help it, either.
Eden and I both start digging into our food, hungry and wanting to end our pain. The rest of them start talking about stupid shit, trying to get a rise out of either of our guests.
I love my friends.
Noise from outside alerts us to an incoming visitor. It sounds like we’re in a tunnel. The whooshing sound is in tandem from the low growl of the engine. All of us turn around in our chairs looking out the windows that are right behind us. Remy jogs slightly outside while Sloan jumps up positioning himself right next to me.
A helicopter has landed on several landing pads intended for the overtly rich society of snobby students. I didn’t even know helicopters could land here. There are several huge circles so multiple helicopters can land at once.
“Is that Lucas Santorin?” I’m not sure which one of my friends ask but it’s loud enough that Sloan hears and growls out.
Sloan looks me in the eyes, grabbing my attention taking them away from the window and our new arrival. “I hate that man. I’ve done jobs for him before, he is such a piece of shit that I’ve had to refuse ninety percent of them. The runs I refused were all innocent. Be careful around him.”
I nod, even after Sloan has turned his attention away from me and is staring with such hate right back out the window. If he is anything like his son, I’ll keep as far away from them as possible. So far everything I’ve learned about the Santorins has been horrible. Everything I’ve seen about the Santorins has been sad and unnerving.
Lucas Santorin makes a show of walking in with his guards. This man has a shit ton more than ten. My understandingfrom watching all of these spoiled, too rich for their own well-being students, is that they think more power comes with more guards.
More power comes from the person that deserves it, like my father. He is a decent man that isn’t surrounding himself with thirty to forty guards. There’s at least one man in there that hates the son of a bitch. It would be easy to get to one just to take out this guy. Antonio Quinn is using men that he has vetted for years, people that would lay down their lives for this man, and he would do the same.
Lucas loves the show, the spotlight and all the admiring stares directed at him. He spots his son sitting with all the other football players and several cheerleaders across the room. He gives his only heir a nasty glare, refocusing his looking as he spots me, changing his expression to delight, deciding to walk over.
