“You all know what your job is. Let’s put this asshole back in his place.” Luke holds out his hand, and we all pile on top of it before breaking with a lowhooah.
Eli leads us across the lawn. We all stay low to make sure someone glancing out their windows won’t see us. His house is roughly the size of Harper’s. Not enormous, but not small.
Jack lowers to his knee in front of the keypad on the door. I glance back across the lawn to make sure no one saw us. The air is still, and the only sound is the pressing of buttons.
The lock clicks, and Jack turns the knob, gesturing for us to follow. The others go through, but I continue to watch our backs before slipping inside the house. We spread out.
Eli showed us the layout of the house. The bedrooms are on the second floor, and there are two sets of stairs leading up to it. One is narrower and more winding, but definitely a way to escape if he hears us coming. Jack and I head to the narrow one, while Caden, Eli, and Luke sweep the downstairs before going up the main staircase.
The stairs are creaky as we carefully climb them. Houses this age usually have pops and creaks, even when there aren’t football players converging on your location. We reach the upper hallway and check out a bathroom and a guest bedroom before waiting outside his bedroom.
After a few minutes, the others join us. Eli clears the primary bedroom before we all stand outside the door. Luke holds up three fingers as Caden puts his hand on the doorknob.
Luke lowers one finger, another, and then the last. Caden throws open the door, and we circle Grant Perkins on his bed.
“What the fuck!” He shoves his laptop away, and the headphones disconnect. The sounds of moans and grunts fill the room. I glance at the screen, and two guys are fucking a woman.
Caden grabs Grant’s arm and drags him from the bed. He’s naked with his hard cock jutting out from his hips.
“I don’t have any money.”
Luke chuckles darkly. “We don’t want your money, Grant.”
“But we want to give you a message.” Eli steps forward.
I’m sure if Grant weren’t hard, he’d be wetting himself. Jack comes forward with rope to tie Grant’s hands.
“I didn’t do whatever you think I did. I’ve stayed away from your girl. Honest. I haven’t even talked to her.” Grant’s voice gets high pitched as Jack tightens the rope.
“Instead, you chose to bet on her.” I get a good look at his terror-filled eyes in the light of his computer.
“It’s just a pool. If you guys want in, I can give you a cut.”
“What we want is for you to learn a lesson about what can and can’t be wagered on.” Eli claps his hand against the side of Grant’s face, and Grant whimpers.
“We’re going to do a little friendly wagering of our own.” Luke steps back. “See, I’m confident you’re going to wet yourself or cry after an hour of being tied up outside the high school.”
“What?” Grant shrieks. This guy isn’t even a worthy opponent. He needs to be made aware of that fact apparently.
“I’ll bet a dollar he doesn’t make it until morning before he cries,” Jack adds as he claps Grant on the shoulder.
Grant’s erection goes down as fear gets the better of him.
“I’ll bet you a dollar he won’t cry until the first girls laugh at him tied up to the flagpole.” Eli gestures to Caden.
Caden grabs Grant’s arm and drags him to the door.
“Wait. Wait. You guys can have the money. It’s a lot.” He drags his feet on the ground. “This isn’t funny.”
“Do you hear us laughing, Grant?” I stop in front of him. “She’s ours. Not yours. Not even for your betting pool.” I step to the side so Caden can escort Grant out. I add, “I bet a dollar he pisses himself before we even tie him to the flagpole.”
“Dude, that’s my car.” Eli winces.
“Put him in the trunk on a plastic sheet,” Jack says. “There’s an extra one in the trunk.”
“Grab a towel from the bathroom.” Luke gestures to me. “If he struggles, I’m not getting piss on me.”
I grab a towel as we pass.
