Xavier: So you didn’t just view my profile?
Her eyes widen. She bites her lip, uncertainty covering her features. I groan and run the heel of my hand over my dick. The things I want to do to that mouth of hers...
Delilah: No, I didn’t. The app must’ve sent you a notification by mistake.
Xavier: So you’re not looking at my profile pic right now?
She sucks in a breath and blows it out slowly, her nostrils flaring. “How in the fuck…?”
Her head swings back and forth as she searches for a logical explanation for my message. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, she returns her focus to the screen and types a response. It pops up on my phone a second later.
Delilah: No, and even if I was, I wouldn’t admit it.
Xavier: Did you miss the part about you being a stalker?
Delilah: Did you miss the part where I think you’re an asshole?
Xavier: That’s true, but it hasn’t stopped you from talking to me. This is the last time I'm going to tell you to stay away from me.
Delilah: And if I don’t?
Xavier: Then I’ll notify the administration about your stalking activities. Not only the way you followed and sexually assaulted me in the parking lot, but also the way you and your friends trespassed onto the fraternity’s property.
Delilah: ??
Xavier: Not yet.
Delilah: Not ever.
I grin in the darkness. My girl has a fire in her that I can’t wait to tame. She might burn me in the process, but I’m all too familiar with pain. At least it’d be worth it.
With Delilah safe and my warning to her delivered, I make my way to the fraternity house. As expected, the place is filled with guys, music, and booze.
I head straight for Eric’s room, ignoring everyone else. After knocking on the door, I step back and wait.
He appears, his gaze narrowed, his pupils blown. “Donovan.”
“Gage. I have a couple of questions that you’re going to answer.”
“Not fucking interested.”
He moves to slam the door in my face, but I stop him by planting my boot in the doorway. “You tried to kill someone tonight,” I say, my voice low. “I recognized your car. Was the girl part of a summons?”
Eric freezes. “Doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m sworn to secrecy. I’m not telling you shit.”
“I don’t need details. Just tell me if the hit came from the Order.”
“Fuck off.”
I tilt my head, struggling to keep a rein on my building temper. “You don’t want to do this with me, Gage. Especially not when you’re fucking high.”
Eric, undeterred, amped by the drugs, studies me with a defiant expression. “Yeah, and why’s that?”
The hard resolve in my voice doesn’t lessen. “Because I’ll torture the information out of you if I have to.”
It’s not a threat; it’s fucking statement of fact.
He scoffs, a smirk pulling at his lips. “I’d like to see you fucking try.”
