I live and breathe for that irritating little devil.
I hadn't realized that I told her I loved her until the words were out of my mouth and she was just sitting there. I don't know if she just ignored them or if she didn't know what to say about it but if I am being honest, I'm glad that she didn't say it back. I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off her if she had.
The second that Javier Rojas called Banks and told him that the ASG was selling drugs at this college he got an apartment right off campus and instructed us to keep an eye on her. Javier told us that he would have a few people on campus posing as students, they were given Finley’s picture and were keeping an eye on her as well. We might not be close with the family, but they have used the club for a lot of things, and vice versa. I trust them to keep the MC princess safe, the same way that we have protected his daughter when he needed us to.
“Hey, she knows I’m here.”
“Of course, she does, you told her that you could see that dude's hand on her. What the fuck man?” Scar doesn't sound that angry, but we didn't want her to know that we were watching her, and he was firm on that point.
“I couldn't just sit by and watch it happen. She cozied up to him as soon as you got off the phone with her, but I could tell that she wasn’t into it. It looked like she was trying to get information from him.” My hands start to shake just thinking about his hand on her, Finley shuttered when he touched her skin. I know what that woman looks like when she likes being touched, but that was not it.
“Was she confused about how you were there but on the phone with me just moments ago from Tough's phone number?” He chuckles right about the time that my phone pings with a text.
“If you are in the coffee shop, how were you with Scar, calling from Tough’s phone?”
“Looks like you spoke too soon dude. She didn't ask while she was here, but she didn't hang around long.”
“Conference call.”
The little bubbles pop up like she is typing and then they go away.
“I guess she is going to be ignoring us again, but I’ll hang around and keep an eye out, not just on her but on everyone around that Frat. I am going to find the fucker that started all this, and every single one of his little mice that are date raping women.” I try to keep my voice down because I don't want to scare any of the people in this coffee shop but this whole situation makes me boiling mad.
“We will be back tonight, and I think I am going to ask Mr. Rojas if he will send someone to that party. None of us will be able to go because we will stick out like a sore fucking thumb, but I want someone there with her.”
He ends the phone call without saying anything else and I get up from the coffee table. There is no reason for me to still be in this shop, we will know if she leaves Greek Row. Keeping an eye on the frat is a little harder, it’s not like we can put enough men on campus to monitor all of them.
We did find that they have cameras in all the major rooms of their house that we were able to hack into. So far it hasn’t told us much. We have a few prospects in a cheaper apartment farther from the school that monitor the feed. They say it’s all very boring.
We don’t have to follow Finley around like that, thankfully. She would have seen us within the first week and ripped each of us a new asshole.
Finley is going to be fucking pissed when she finds out that Scar put a tracker on her phone before she left us that morning. It might have been an invasion of her privacy, but we wanted to be able to keep an eye on her, and at the time we didn't know that we were going to be sent here to watch over her. Now it just comes in handy because we don't have to follow her from class to class, and the app that we used leaves a trail. Over the last several months she has developed a pattern and it's not very often that she strays from that pattern, when she does, well that's when we step out of our hiding spots and find her.
I was originally wandering around the campus but when Scar called me and told me that he was going to talk to her on Tough’s phone, I couldn't miss seeing her react to him.
It was worth it.
When she heard his voice, I saw her legs shake a little. She had already moved away from the boy, when I said something over the phone she stepped even farther away, sitting down on the bench. She can try to hide it and pretend that she is affected by us, but her body doesn’t lie. She is just as lost in us as we are here, not that she would say that out loud.
Even from here, I could see her face, her eyebrows scrunching together, her body growing tense, the way that she bit the side of her bottom lip when she realized that we were all on the phone. The boy noticed but quickly dismissed it. She pinched the bridge of her nose at one point, and I have to wonder what it was that she was trying to keep in.
It's weird to think of it like this but the MC operates similarly to a sorority—specifically in the way that they are a family—the same way that we are. I would take a bullet for my brothers, and I know that Finley would do just about anything for her family. Those girls are lucky that they have her watching their back, and they don't even know it.
I leave the coffee shop out the back and try not to scowl at anyone that is staring at me or the number of women that try to get my attention.
I have never been impressed with the way that women try to get a man's attention. If a man wants to give you his time, he will. There is no reason to push your tits to yourthroat and cover so little skin that you would be freezing in a stiff breeze. It makes them seem desperate.I am starting to learn that there is nothing more desperate than college girls looking for a thrill. At least the hang-arounds are honest with their intentions, girls around here look at you like they are going to tell you what they want and then they turn around and play hard to get.
I have compared women to Finley for a long time—probably longer than I should have—but she has never been the type of girl that makes herself look needy. Even in jeans and a t-shirt, she looks better than most women do in a bikini. It should be illegal really, no one should look that good all the time.
I shouldn't think about the way that she looked after being fucked but the images flash through my head anyway.
Her red hair was all messed up from fingers pulling it this way and that, her neck shrouded in red from teeth, and hands pushing so hard that her face had changed colors. The next morning, she even had bruises from fingers that dug a little too deep into her hips and thighs. The bite mark on her shoulder might have been a little too far but she didn't stop me and when my teeth broke the skin she pushed further into me, my mouth flooding with the metallic taste. I probably looked like a maniac with her blood running down my face, and between that and cum we ruined the sheets on Scar's bed.
Not that he was complaining.
I wouldn't want to see her bruised for any other reason, but purple marks on her body because she took everything that we offered her and still wanted more. That's something I would want to see every goddamned morning for the rest of my life.
We are so fucked.