“You okay?”
Fuck.
Guess I zoned out. “Was just thinking about how to get them back.”
“Good, because I have a solution.” He takes out an amber bottle labeled DHY Laboratories. “Shit’s stronger than the average stink bomb. Not military grade, but it’s up there.”
Jesus, fuck.
“And what are we doing with that?”
“Stopped off at the hardware store and got some tubes. Figured we jimmy it under the door and pour this into their rooms. One of the rookies was able to get the Titans room numbers.”
I run a hand through my hair, my mind racing. It's a damn good plan. Fucking with the Titans' sleep could cost them a win tomorrow.
Perfect.
After getting dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants—too hot for a shirt—Raiyne and I head down to the sixth floor where Jackson’s room is. And he’s rooming with Petrov. Don’t know how one of our rookies got the information, and I don’t really care.
Raiyne carefully gets a plastic tube under the door and luckily there’s enough room that it doesn’t squeeze closed.
I take the bottle and unscrew it, gagging immediately. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Shh.”
I pour the stuff into the funnel, holding my breath. Raiyne backs away holding his nose. Fucker. Leave me to do the hard shit.
“What is that smell? Oh, my god.”
Raiyne snorts loudly, hand clamped over his mouth as he tries to keep from laughing. Part of me feels bad because that voice doesn’t belong to either Petrov or Reed, which means it must be Alexei’s boyfriend.
Oh, well. Date a Titan, expect to be collateral damage.
“What the fuck is that!”
Shit.
I drop the bottle and run just as the door is yanked open, while Raiyne’s already turning the corner to the stairwell.
“Blackwell, you motherfucker!”
Behind me, Jackson’s cursing as he chases me. Again.
My cock starts filling, and I slam into the door before racing up the stairs. Why is this shit getting me hard?
I make it to the landing and turn to go up the next flight just as the door crashes open, hitting the cement wall. Jackson and I lock eyes for a moment, jade against amber, and his lips curl up into a sneer. But my gaze also rakes over his shirtless chest, and my cock twitches.
Swallowing hard, I shake my head and continue running up to my floor, to safety because one thing’s for sure . . . Jackson Reed is going to kill me if he catches me.
Arriving at the ninth floor, I race down the hall to my room, pulling my keycard from my pocket. But the fucking thing isn’t registering. I tap it against the pad two more times until finally the little light turns green and the door unlocks.
However, Jackson slams into me with the force of a linebacker, both of us crashing to the ground inside the room, an empty fucking room.
“Looking to die, Blackwell?” Jackson mushes my face into the carpet. “Guess you didn’t get enough earlier, huh?”
I arch my back, using the remnants of my energy to try to twist, then something heavy and unmovable lands on the middle of my back.
His knee.
