It slammed against the wall.
Nico exhaled sharply. “How about you do your own hacking?”
“We all have our jobs.” I gestured toward the mess of his electronics now scattered across the room. “Yours is information. If you can’t handle that, we’ll assign you another job. Cleanup duty. I’ll have you scraping brain matter off walls until you beg to hack intoanything.”
He rubbed at his forehead. “I’ll figure out her laptop, but I can’t do anything about the phone. Once it’s wiped, everything is gone.”
I walked toward the door, stopping right before I lost sight of him. “If you don’t figure the laptop out, remember what I said. I’ll also slit your Fawn’s throat and make her suck your cock while she’s bleeding out. Don’t let your distractions fuck up your Sons’ status.” I left his dorm.
My next stop was to punish the girl who’d reported the phone stolen.
I was really making my rounds today.
When I walked into Blair’s dorm room, she and Daphne were both stretched out on their beds.
Their bed curtains hung open, the chandeliers dimmed low, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla.
Daphne sat with her laptop on her thighs, typing fast, headphones on, head bobbing to whatever she was listening to. She didn’t notice my arrival.
Blair did immediately.
She wore no headphones. I’d taken every device she owned.
Her shoulders tensed when she saw me. She slammed her book shut and threw it aside before adjusting the thin strap of her tank.
I waited for her to scream, but she didn’t.
Good. She’s learning already.
As I passed Daphne without breaking stride, Blair’s scowl grew deeper the closer I got to her.
She scooted backward across the bed to get away from me. I dropped to one knee, caught her ankle, and dragged her closer in one smooth pull.
Her mouth opened, most likely to scream, so I sealed my hand over it.
“Don’t say a word.” I angled my gaze toward the window. “Unless you want to test your ability to fly.”
She snarled under my hand.
I eased my hand away, waiting to see if she’d try something stupid. “Come on. Let’s take a walk.”
She kicked at me. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
My gaze drifted to the window again, and I raised a brow.
“Push me then,” she dared.
My chest tightened at the defiance in her tone.
I hated to admit it was cute.
Cute? Who the fuck am I?
The mattress sank under my weight as I climbed onto her bed.
She scrambled until her back hit the window. Elbows pressing into her sides, she closed herself off from me. I reached past her to crack the window open, and the chilly night air spilled into the room.
When I glanced back at her, I saw the veins in her neck pulsing.
