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For a beat there was nothing but darkness and a bunch of rubble I kept unintentionally stumbling over. But as a huge beam of sunlight barreling down from the blown roof caught the corner of my eye, I turned right, finding Brian fucking Barlowe strapped down to a chair in the center of it. His face was saturated with both fresh and dried blood. He was also unconscious—or at least it looked like he was. Hell, if I’m being completely honest, I didn’t think the fucker was breathing.
Rhett stood in front of him, shirtless, his sharp planes of muscles glistening with mixtures of sweat, dirt, and blood. His bloody hands were curled stiffly at his sides, and his chest violently heaved the longer he glared at Brian.
He reached a hand up to swipe the bead of sweat dripping down his forehead, smearing the fresh blood coated along his knuckles onto his face.
“Fuck, bro,” I muttered, unable to stop the shock crossing my face as I gave him and Brian another brief onceover. Rhett fucked him upgood.“The fuck happened?”
“Here.” Rhett slipped a crimson-painted hand in his jeans pocket and pulled out a phone, handing it over to me. I blinked down at the device, and with a lift of my thick, furrowed brow, took it from him.
“There’s something in there you need to see,” he spoke again before I could get a word out. “But first, I should explain.”
“Ya fucking think?”
Amidst Rhett’s silence, I couldn’t help but recall the last encounter I had with the little bludgeoned shit sitting in front of us. He’d kissed Samara, and the cocky fucker thought he had big enough balls to try and challenge me. I hadn’t relayed those details to anyone, not even Rhett or Phantom. It was too soon to jump the gun and start making a bunch of assumptions, so I didn’t. Unless spoken otherwise, I had to assume this current confrontation wasn’t applicable to mine.
“I caught Samara sneaking out when I was delivering the summons to the recruits Sunday night. She was going to payhima visit.”
My stiff gaze roved over my brother, a muscle popping along my jaw.
So my gut feeling was right after all.
“And?”
“This fucker here,” Rhett venomously hissed, “decided to use Sky as a punching bag.”
Speckles of red began gathering in the corners of my tight eyes. Without wasting a breath, I took off my blazer, then proceeded to toss it and the button-down underneath it to the dusty, grimy floor, my bare, tattooed chest fully on display.
“And,” my brother continued, making me halt mid-step, just as I was about ready to start bashing this motherfucker’s brains in with my shoe. “He’s been stalking Samara. He has photos of her everywhere along campus. There’s one photo in particular I think you’ll find very…interesting.”
I stepped away from Brian then and immediately flicked my attention over to the phone in my hand.
“Gallery,” Rhett demanded, and with a simple swipe and a few taps, I had the first photo pulled up. “Keep going.”
I did as he said, swiping through photo after photo of Samara until I reached the holy motherfucking grail of photos. A photo that had me pissed at how fast it had my cock ready to burst through these fucking school pants.
God damnit. Now wasnotthe time for this shit.
I zoomed back through the photos and deleted each one, but not before I forwarded that sexy as fuck memory to my cell phone for safe keeping. I’d make blissful use of it later. When everything was deleted, I wiped the device clean, snapped the fucking SIM in half, then chunked the phone as hard as I could across the semi-dark room.
Before doing anything further, I marched over to Brian and checked for a pulse. I closed my eyes, expelling a deep, agitated breath.
He was fucking dead.
“How long has he been here?” I asked, whipping around to face Rhett, my tight fists clenched at my bare sides.
“Since Sunday night. Fucker got one hell of a rude awakening when I broke into his dorm.”
I wriggled my nose. That explained the rancid smell. The bastard must’ve shit and pissed all over himself while he was here.
“And why am I just now hearing about this?” I tartly asked.
“Because.” A dark shadow loomed over his hooded eyes. “I wanted to have my fun with him first.”
I gave him a sarcastic round of applause, shooting him a similar look Father would’ve given him if he’d been here to see this shit. “Well, I hope you had one hell of a goddamn time, Rhett, because guess what? He’s dead. You fucking killed him.”
I’d expected his sensitive side to kick in and for him to start flipping shit, but all he did was smirk darkly between me and Brian’s body. There was zero remorse present on his face, no emotion, no nothing. Rhett’s eyes were just blank.
Fuckingempty.
