“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 callershows 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 forGQor 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.
“Been waiting on you guys.” Finn puts his joint out, and I roll my eyes at him. He makes it sound like he’s been here for twenty minutes.
“You guys packing?” Alex asks.
“Yep,” we all answer.
The Lords aren’t known for their communication skills. They shoot first and never fucking ask any questions. We walk up the steps to the Cathedral, and I push the double doors open; they squeak like they haven’t been used in years.
“I’ve heard this place is haunted,” Finn whispers.
Alex snorts. “Since when do you believe in ghosts?”
“Think about it, man. This would be a paranormal lover’s dream. All the people who have been killed here over the years, plus the cemetery behind it ...”
Someone clears their throat, cutting off Finn, and I turn to see none other than the man who is offering us the chance of a lifetime. He’s dressed in a black button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up his forearms, with black slacks and matching shiny shoes.
There are whispers about the Lords all over Barrington University. But you don’t know who actually is one. You have to be born into their secret society. Have their bloodline. But even that doesn’t guarantee that you will become a member. They have to endure years of initiations. I’m talking bloodstained-hands type. I’d join in a heartbeat if they would let me.
Alex steps forward. “Mr. Crawford—”
