“These guys, they’re total assholes. They’ve got horrible videos of me and other women. They expect the world to be handed to them on a silver platter. Oh, and they were mean to Blaze. That’s worth a few bites alone, right?”
I grip the steering wheel tightly.
Blaze can handle his own battles, I know, but he can’t seriously expect me to sit around and do nothing when Ezio is back in town and rallying a few frat douchebags to his cause. These were Blaze’s friends! Or not friends. Whatever. They suck, and if the walls are going to be dripping blood, it should at least be their blood, or accompanied by their terrified screams.
I make my way off campus and toward one of the nearby neighborhoods. Like Blaze, Asch, and River, several of the frat douchebags rented a house together after the Kappa asshole shack mysteriously burned to the ground.
This one houses Keegan, Holden, and Brock.
Keegan’s been hiding from me. That’s the only reason I can think of that I wasn’t able to find him on campus these past few weeks.
For some reason, nobody wanted to tell me where he was living. But he played his hand, showing up with the other two losers.
I park down the street, out of sight of the house.
“Let’s hope they’re all asleep,” I say to the rats. “Otherwise, I’ll have to stab somebody.”
I heft my backpack and the rat carrier, then walk through the cold air to Keegan and the other douchebags’ house.
My breath fogs in front of my face, and gosh, it’sreallycold. I’m surprised it hasn’t snowed yet.
Maybe we’ll get snow for Christmas. I’ll have to snuggle up with Blaze and Asch and River?—
Wait.
Are they coming home with me over winter break? We haven’t discussed it, but where else would they go? New Valence doesn’t have snow, and River hates his parents anyway. My place is superior to the alternatives. Surely even the presence of my parents wouldn’t scare my men away from a nice, cozy winter break with me.
The front door to the douchebag cave has a simple lock, which I have no trouble picking. There’s no alarm system either, which is a nice win.
The house is pretty similar to Blaze’s, making it easy for me to navigate. It was probably built by the same development company.
I make my way upstairs, cringing when I hit a creaky step. I don’t hear any reactions though, so that’s a good sign.
The first door has Holden in it. I consider him, but he’s not really the ringleader here. According to Blaze, Holden is more of a follower. The next room has Brock, but I pass him over too.
The primary bedroom is Keegan’s. Of course the third year gets the biggest room.
I should have done this so much earlier.
Keegan was the one who suggested the bottle.
His room is almost as messy as Asch’s room. I step onto the discarded laundry and pause next to the bed.
Keegan sleeps soundly, his snores disturbing the quiet of the night.
I wave my hand in front of his face, but he doesn’t stir.
Perfect.
I set the rat carrier down. They squeak again, so I quickly throw some of Keegan’s clothes over the carrier to muffle the sound. Then I open my backpack and take out my special goodies.
Chains and cuffs.
Keegan’s headboard doesn’t have any convenient bars, but that’s okay. I thread the chain around one leg of the bedframe and carefully snap it around one wrist.
Keegan groans, but he doesn’t wake. Phew.
Maybe I should have drugged him first? But then it would take forever for him to wake up, and I don’t want to stick aroundthatlong.
