Something happened to Rowyn. We’re a little busy right now.
I narrow my eyes at the screen and take a deep breath.
Me:
I don’t care! This is an emergency and the line isn’t secure enough to explain!
Kade:
Fine! Fucking hell!
I darken the screen and shove my phone into my pocket then grab the duffel bag and head out of my room to meet them since they have to pass the parking lot to get back to the dorms anyhow. The walk to Bruce is quiet since everyone is at the party. Taking out my keys, I click the button on my fob and the trunk opens. I place the bag inside then shut it as I hear footsteps approaching.
“What is so fucking important?” Grayson huffs.
“I have to make a drop to the Scarlet Brotherhood. My runners are all high on god knows what, so I need the two of you!” I growl, and his entiredemeanor changes. He knows exactly why it’s important for me to not go alone.
“Got it. Let’s roll,” Kade adds, and we all climb into my car. I put Bruce into gear and we leave the school grounds and head toward the highway.
“So what happened with Rowyn?” I ask, and Grayson groans where Kade turns to me with tight fists.
“Asshole scared her then dumped pig's blood all over her,” he tells me, and I laugh.
“Seems like extreme lengths to get her attention,” I say, and Grayson growls.
“Not for her attention. Just a little reminder that if she wants to show up dressed like a broken fucking doll, I’ll treat her as such,” he grits, and I quirk a brow.
“Why though? What did that girl do to you that has your panties in such a twist?” I ask, and Kade turns to look at him in the back seat.
“None of your business!” he spits, making me laugh.
“Always with the secrets. Well, I need you to get your head out of your ass because these guys are not to be played with,” I remind him, and he nods.
“Anything specific we need to know about these guys?” Kade asks, and I smirk.
“Darius calls the shots. Adrian is the smart ass. Royce and Knight are the muscle,” I tell them, and my eyes snap to Grayson.
“They are the leaders of their society. Money and drugs mean nothing to them. They can kill us and our bodies would never be found,” Grayson says, and his words send chills up my spine because he’s right. They are dangerous, the most lethal players on the East Coast as far as I know.
“Yeah, and the dean seems to think they ain’t shit, which we know is bullshit. One day he is going to say the wrong shit to someone, and bam, he will never be seen again.” He laughs, and that alone springs an idea in my brain.
“What if we ask them to take care of our little problem?” I suggest, and Grayson laughs.
“Are you insane?” he asks, and I shrug.
“We all know the answer to that,” I answer, but Kade says nothing.
“Wanna shed some light on his bright idea?” Grayson says, smacking the back of Kade’s seat.
“Um… it's an easy route, but that means we will be indebted to the society. Do we really want that? Put our life on the line when we can do it ourselves?” he asks, and now I laugh.
“It doesn’t matter what route we choose. We do it and get caught—the slammer we go… But if they doit—we will have to owe them a favor, I assume,” I say, and they both nod.
“Let’s sit on this for a bit. If things start to escalate further, we will sit down and plan something, but until then we do nothing,” Grayson commands, and I shake my head.
“It’s already started escalating. One more fucking thing happens and I’m calling it,” I tell him, and he huffs.
“Fine,” Grayson says as I turn into the parking lot of the abandoned amusement park. I drive around the gate all the way to the back by the broken, half gone ferris wheel. Shutting my lights off, we get out and I take the duffel out of the trunk then place it on the hood of my car.
