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I smile at that because I would slip stickers into her locker. She never knew it was me, but it made my ego grow seeing those stickers on her book. One time I was watching her find them, and the smile on her face was like a punch to the gut, knowing that she would never know it was me who was leaving them for her.
“Well, I hope you know what you are getting into having both of them, brother. I do not know how that shit works, but if it is something that you want, then we will all support you in your decision,” Royal states firmly and I give him a nod in appreciation.
This should be an easy job. Me and the brothers love beating the shit out of little rich punks who think it is okay to drug and rape girls when they refuse them.
Why can’t people understand that NO means fucking NO?
An old college friend of Jodie’s called her and told her what was happening at the college where she works. A group of fuckheads who are in a frat have been linked to a few girls reporting that they went to one of the frat’s parties, and woke up in a strange bed, not remembering anything from the night before. There have been a few other details that link to the girls being violated.
This is one thing that I fuckin hate. In the world of today, it seems that more and more people are ignoring the point of consent and taking whatever the fuck they want. People who do that, both male and female, are lower than scum. They are cowards.
“So, how are we doing this?” Lennox asks.
“I tapped into the school’s class schedule so I know that four of the six are not in class until later this afternoon; without a fucking doubt those cunts are still sleeping off last night’s drinking,” I tell them.
It was so fucking easy to hack into the school’s system, it was like child’s play.
“We deal with the four. Finan, you are on getting any chicks out of the place. You have this way about you, brother.” Royal smirks.
“On it.”
“We give them a beating. Make it clear that we know what they are doing and if they touch any other women without their consent again, we will come for them. Again,” Royal says then nods to me.
Leaning forward, I take out some papers that I printed out before we left.
“We also have this as an added warning if they do not listen to us.”
“What is it?” Lennox asks.
“I looked into their families. Let’s just say that these little boys do not want their mommies knowing that their daddies are fucking each other, plus women they bring on their little golf trips away.” We all laugh.
It was fucking crazy finding that piece of information out; it was most definitely not what I was expecting when I went digging.
“Also, one of the boys”—I look to the papers— “A Stephen Jonus, is known for getting chicks pregnant, but the family pays them off to say that they do not know who the father is, while claiming that the young girls will never win against such a high-powered family.”
“Fuckers,” Royal snaps.
“We are here,” Lennox calls out.
We park on a street a few blocks from the campus, so we can walk in. We leave our leathers in the car, dressing in clothes that will help us blend in. Fucking Astrid and Posey’s idea. Little shits.
Reaching the campus, there are people everywhere, so we need to be extra vigilant when we get to the frat house that these punks live in. We walk through the grounds, blending in. Some girls notice us, and I wink at one, who starts giggling, turning to her friends to laugh, which makes me chuckle. I am twenty-four, and look my age, but fuck me, these girls look like jailbait.
When we arrive at the house, each of us scans the area, making sure that no one is around when we walk up to the large house. Fucking rich people. I have plenty of money in the bank, so does everyone in the club because we work fucking hard for it, but these entitled fuckers think they can flash their shit around like it doesn’t stink.
Jack knocks hard and more than once to get their attention, each of us surrounding the large oak door, but keeping our eyes on the street. The door swings open, and a blurry, sleepy-eyed guy answers.
“Yeah?” he asks, rubbing his face with his hand, only dressed in a pair of shorts.
“We are looking for Stephen Jonus?” Royal informs him.
“Why?” he asks, suddenly wide awake.
“We have some information that he might need.” Jack leans in. “For a price, of course.” He grins.
“What kind of information?” Now he looks worried; good, the little fuck.
“Now that I cannot divulge. Get me Stephen?”
