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Deciding I need a drink, I go to the wine cellar that’s off to the right from the garage. It’s large enough to be a fucking bedroom. Why he thought he needed a house this massive is beyond me.

Pulling a bottle of wine down, I pop the cork and grab a glass from one of the cabinets. Pouring the wine into the glass, I accidentally fill it all way to the rim. Thoughts of pouring it over my naked body and sending a picture of it to Colt does cross my mind. The shock factor alone would be worth it. I’ve never sent him pictures of myself. Hell, we don’t even text or call one another. But I guess I don’t need to when he’s got fucking videos of me on his phone.

My cell ringing in my pocket has me pulling it out. “Hey?” I ask when I see it’s Tatum.

“You found it.”

“Yep.” I go to take a drink, but it’s too full. So I lean over and slurp it off the top.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Getting my drink on. Want to join me?”

She sighs heavily, letting me know she’s fighting with Billy. “The house is quiet, which can only mean the guys are somewhere else fucking shit up tonight. Come over. We can have a sleepover. Scary movie and drinks on me.”

Her laughter grows. “You twisted my arm. I’ll be there in ten.”

“See you then.” I hang up and pocket my cell. Then I turn and look over the wine bottles, trying to think how I’m going to get four bottles upstairs to my room without having to make several trips.

CHAPTER SIX

COLTON

I SIT IN the driver’s seat of a blacked-out Cadillac Escalade. Finn sits in the passenger seat, playing a game on his cell. The sound of gunfire is giving me a headache.

“Fuck yeah—Die. Die, you motherfucker…” He practically comes off his seat while screaming at it.

“You’re rocking the truck, man,” Alex snaps, kicking the back of Finn’s seat. “How are we supposed to go unnoticed if it looks like someone’s fucking in here?”

Jenks laughs from behind me.

“You’re just jealous because I killed you three levels ago,” Finn replies.

Alex huffs, sitting back in his seat.

My cell rings through the Bluetooth, and the sound makes me jump. Unknown caller shows up on the screen. “Turn it off.” I slap Finn’s shoulder, and he stops immediately, dropping it to his lap.

“Hello?” I answer.

“You in position?” our boss asks, straight to the point. The sound of thumping bass can be heard in the background at his club.

“Yes, sir,” I respond, looking around the abandoned parking lot before us. We’re tucked away in the very back, underneath some trees where there aren’t any lights. “Should be any moment.”

“Good. Get it done.” He hangs up, and I sit back in my seat.

Finn picks his cell back up, going back to his game.

Our boss is a sadistic son of a bitch, but I like him. He’s a no-bullshit kind of guy. We’ve worked with him for a little over a year now. He recruited us our senior year at Barrington University.

One year ago

It’s dark out here in the middle of nowhere. The feel of the gun tucked into the back of my jeans gives me comfort, knowing that if I have to, I’ll blow someone’s head off.

Car lights shine on the road at the end of the gravel driveway before they turn onto it and head toward me. The white ZO6 Corvette rolls to a stop, and Finn jumps out, wearing a black leather jacket, white T-shirt, and jeans. He’s got his hair slicked back and a joint tucked behind his ear. He looks like he’s about to have a photo shoot for GQ or some shit.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, looking him up and down.

He grabs the collar of his jacket and pops it. “It’s not every day you get an invitation to the Cathedral by a Lord.”

I chuckle. “He doesn’t want to fuck you.” Reaching out, I steal the joint from behind his ear, and he pulls a lighter out of his jeans pocket, lighting it for me. “I mean, unless he’s into that kind of thing.” I take a drag and close my eyes, holding it in.

He snorts. “I fuck women in the ass. I’m sure a man’s is no different.”

I choke on the smoke I was holding in my mouth, and he laughs, taking the joint back. “Pretty sure you’d be his bitch,” I say through laughter. “Not the other way around.”

Another set of lights pulls in, and a red Maserati rolls to a stop next to the Corvette. Jenks gets out of the driver’s seat, and Alex crawls out of the passenger side. “You guys ready?” Alex asks, spinning his baseball hat around backward. He’s dressed in a plain black T-shirt and dark jeans with tennis shoes. The fact that he’s wearing a hat tells me he doesn’t give a fuck about his appearance tonight. Jenks has on light jeans and a white hoodie. Also, no fucks given.


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