I spin around, clutching my head, trying to erase the picture of Emily being fucked by Zach and some other dude I don’t recognize from my mind. Rage pours through me, constricting my airways. She’s stoned, amped up on some shit, and letting these guys screw her every which way to Sunday.
She doesn’t know what she’s doing, dude. The drugs are controlling her.
My fury wanes for the moment until the image of two guys fucking her flashes like a beacon before me.
Drugs or not, the need to strangle Zach overpowers me, because he isn’t Emily’s friend if he’s allowing her to do shit like this.
He’s an addict, man. Come on, you know that. He’s an enabler.
Fuck, I am too. I’m the one selling Zach the shit. Regardless, Emily isn’t safe around him—that much I’m certain of.
I’m about to bolt out of the room and find the jerk when Sam blocks the door. “You’re not going anywhere until you calm down.”
I angle my head and pierce him with a scathing look. “I can move you out of the way, you know.” I could lift Sam with my little finger and not break a sweat.
He nods. “But as mad as I am, I might give you a run for your money.”
I chuckle, allowing myself a minute to regroup.
“You don’t know the worst of it,” he says, torment sweeping across his features.
Everything locks up inside me, and I feel ill. “Spit it out.”
“Wes is demanding she meet him in a hotel in town Saturday night. If she doesn’t show, he says he’s going to send it to her parents and upload it to the college social app.”
I push out all the air in my lungs. “I’m going to take a walk.”
“Then I’m coming with.”
“No. Stay here. You’ve done your part, and I thank you.”
“Too bad. I’m not letting you do this alone,” he says with a shitload of bravado. “And we need to have each other’s backs. You’re family.”
That last part hits me right in the chest. When he finds out I’m a drug dealer—Emily’s, in fact—he won’t consider us family.
The humid air outside is as thick as the tension in the dorm room. I have no idea where I’m going, but I find I’m walking in the direction of my truck.
Sam grabs my arm to stop me. “Adam. You can’t confront Wes. He’s got President Parker on his side. I’ve seen emails exchanged between Wes’s parents and her. He’ll run straight to her and land Emily in the shitter.”
I growl so loud that a couple walking by stops in their tracks.
Sam waves them off. “He’s having a bad day.”
The couple resumes their nightly stroll like their lives are a bed of roses without the thorns. Maybe so. Perhaps it’s only ours that are a clusterfuck of epic proportions.
As much as I hate it, Sam is right. I can’t confront Wes. Especially if he’s covered his tracks. We’ve got to outsmart him to defeat him. But even the thought of Emily meeting him in a hotel room makes me want to rip his balls off and feed them to him and his disgusting posse of fratholes. We need a plan, and we need help. “I’m thinking of paying Zach a visit.”
“Who’s Zach?” Sam asks.
“One of the guys fucking her in the video.”
“You know him?”
“I se...” I catch myself before spilling to Sam that Zach is a client. “I met him at the frat party that night I saw Wes and Emily get into it.” I shared some of the details with Sam previously.
“For real?” Sam’s blue eyes are huge. “Is he the one selling drugs to her then?”
“This is why I don’t want you involved.” I shake my head. “You’re going to rule the world one day. Stick to that plan, and let me handle it.”
