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“Wait, I’ve got the keys.” Sidney. Guess I don’t have to worry about the bitch.

“See? That’s what I like about you, babe.”

My insides chill at Zach’s voice.

She laughs. “If those disloyal bitches are in there, I want to fucking destroy them.”

We hold our breaths, and neither of us makes a sound as she shakes the keys.

CHAPTER 39

The Trojan Horse

Harper

I meet Ashley’s eyes and she jerks her head toward the desk. I assume she means to move it in front of the door. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. The problem is, if we move something that heavy, they’ll definitely know we’re in here. They’ll see us through the glass. But if we don’t, we won’t be able to hold the door closed against the guys pushing on it.

Maybe they’ll give up? That sounded like a lot of keys.

“Do you even know which key it is?” The guy who spoke first seems impatient.

Sidney jingles the keys again. “It’s not like these keys are marked. Besides, they’re not going anywhere if anyone is in there.”

Fuck it. We have time and need to delay them as long as possible. I nod. Ashley and I scramble to our feet and go to either side of the desk.

“I knew it.” Sidney’s eyes meet mine as we shove at the desk. This fucker is heavy though, and I’m pushing with all my might to budge it inches.

“Find the fucking key, babe.” Zach smirks.

We struggle with the weight, using our legs, as Sidney sorts through the keys trying to insert each one into the lock. The desk makes this awful screeching noise as we shove it across the linoleum toward the door.

“Give them to me. I’ll do it.” Zach snatches them from her. He studies them and tries one. When it doesn’t work, he looks at the keys again.

I push harder. Whatever plans they have, I don’t want to be part of. Ashley must feel the same way as we ram the desk against the door and prepare to hold it.

Zach tries another key, and the lock clicks. My heart is already beating its way out of my chest. His eyes seem to glow as he looks at me. He’s fucking gloating. Fuck him. When he turns the knob, the desk holds it shut.

“We need some help over here. All of you. Leave the others. They don’t matter,” he calls out. The sound of multiple boots head toward us. His eyes meet mine. “I want this one. You’re going to wish you’d just come out of that closet and let me fuck you, darling.”

Ice flows through my blood. I lean all my weight on the desk and so does Ashley. We won’t be able to hold them off forever.

“Don’t worry, Ashley.” Sidney smirks. “We’ll make sure you’re taken care of too. Disloyal bitch. I know how much you love pain. I’ll make sure it hurts.”

“Fuck you, Sidney.” Ashley glares at her. “You don’t think they’ll know it’s you. I hope you love your time in county lockup. You aren’t the only one with relatives in high places.”

“No cameras. My word against yours.” Sidney gloats as the guys discuss how to push the door effectively. “Also, I might have kept those snapchat messages that prove you have a vendetta against me.”

“Like we both don’t have shit on each other.” Ashley rolls her eyes. Her gaze goes to me.

“They’ll be here.” Her words are soft and for me only.

My guys. They definitely have to know something’s wrong if the lights are out in the building. But even if they don’t, it was so close to halftime. They’ll be on their way to the locker room.

Never in a million years would I believe Ashley was trying to reassure me, but in this moment, we’re in this together. We have a common enemy and a common goal. It won’t last and I don’t believe for a second that we’ll come out of this friends.

But right now, I’m glad it’s her I’m stuck with.

My mind swims with the possibilities. If they get in. If they hurt Nico. If my guys get here. If they fight and get hurt.