CHAPTER SEVEN
RYAT
JUNIOR YEAR AT BARRINGTON UNIVERSITY
I SIT IN the chair with Matt to my right. We haven’t spoken one word to each other since last night in Chicago. We were given one hit and ended up killing his wife as well.
The door opens, and I sit up straighter.
“What the fuck happened?” Lincoln demands.
“The job was completed,” Matt snaps, immediately going into defensive mode just like he did with me at the house last night.
The moment we made the call that we finished the job, we were on a private jet and brought back to Pennsylvania to the house of Lords and escorted to this room where they’ve made us wait. Which is never good. I’ve seen men come in here and never walk out.
“You killed his wife,” Lincoln argues. “She was to stay alive. I don’t know how you see that as a job completed.”
Matt growls. “She got in the way.”
“Is that true, Ryat?” He looks at me. “She was a problem, standing in your way of completing your assignment, and you had to terminate her as well?” Arching a brow, he waits for my answer.
I just stare at him, crossing my arms over my chest. I’m not a fucking rat, but I’m also not going to lie for Matt. He stepped out of line. We have rules that we have to abide by. Otherwise, what in the fuck are we doing here? I’m not killing for sport. I do what needs to be done. Period.
Lincoln sighs, running his hand down his face. He’s clearly stressed. “You’re on probation, Matt.”
“What?” He jumps to his feet. “What the fuck, Linc? You know that’s bullshit!”
“I know that you killed a very important bitch!” Lincoln snaps, getting in his face. “And now I have to clean up your mess!”
“Who the fuck was she?” Matt demands.
“That’s none of your business!” Lincoln shouts in his face.
“You just said she was important,” he argues.
“Get the fuck out of my office, Matt, before I strip you of your Lord title!” he screams, pointing at the door.
Matt spins around and shoves the chair over before he storms out, slamming the door behind him.
I push up off the armrests and turn to exit as well.
“Wait, Ryat,” Lincoln growls.
I turn to face him, and he plops down behind his desk. “I need to know what happened.” He links his fingers together on the surface.
I say nothing.
“Goddammit,” he hisses, leaning back in his seat. “You have to give me something.”
“I did what was required of me. He’s dead,” I say simply.
He nods once. “So, Matt killed the woman.”
I look away from him and grind my teeth. They already suspected it was Matt, but I just confirmed it. This is why I don’t fucking talk.
“I’m not sure what to do, Ryat,” he states.
I look back at him, and he tilts his head from side to side, contemplating his next move. “I could put you on probation as well.”
I fist my hands, not really all that surprised. I figured they’d punish me in order to get me to talk. Then he reaches over and pushes a button on his office phone. “Send him in.”
The door opens behind me, and I see a man walk in. I don’t know him personally, but I’ve heard of him. His list of bodies is a mile long. A sadistic son of a bitch. He killed three of his brothers his senior year. Everyone in the house of Lords feared him. He’s a legend, really.
“Ryat Archer?” He reaches out his right hand to me.
“Yes, sir.” I do the same and shake it.
He gestures for me to sit back down in my seat, so I do. “What is this about?” I ask, looking back and forth between the two men.
“Well, son …” He sits on the leather couch, unbuttoning his black suit jacket. “I’d like a favor from you.”
I lean forward, placing my elbows on my thighs. This is how they’ll get me to talk? Threaten to put me on probation and then ask me for a favor? In return, I ask to no longer be on probation. “And what will I get in return?”
He throws his head back, laughing, making his body shake. Then he looks over at Lincoln. “I like this kid.”
“Told you,” Lincoln says cryptically.
“The Lords are all about accommodating their brothers who are willing to go above and beyond.” He leans back, getting comfortable. “So, Ryat … the real question is, what is it that you want?”
I sit in my black W Motors Lykan Hypersport, tucked back in the parking lot of Blake’s apartment complex. It sits right off campus.
The first thing you are taught when becoming a Lord is that you do your intel. You think of every scenario that gives you an advantage to win.
The light flips on in her bedroom, and I sit up straighter when she walks past her window, finally arriving home. Stopping in the corner, she reaches down and lifts her shirt up and over her head. My cock grows hard instantly as I watch the motion cause her hair to fall over her back.
It doesn’t matter that I can only see her shadow. It’s good enough. For now.
Walking out of sight, I see another light come on in an adjoining room, her bathroom. I’ve been watching her enough to know the layout of her apartment. It’s even harder to see through the stained glass, but still enough to make out the side view of her large breasts. The curve of them and her flat stomach followed by her great ass.
“Fuck.” I unzip my jeans and pull out my dick. Spitting on my hand, I slowly start to stroke it, imagining I have one hand in her hair that’s shoving her mouth on my cock.
She steps in what I know is her shower, and I see water spraying onto her body. Closing my eyes, I pick up the pace with my hand and see her on her knees inside the shower. Her pretty blue eyes look up at me while her parted lips just beg to be fucked.
“Whatever my girl wants,” I pant, my hips bucking in the driver’s seat.
I wrap my hands into her wet, dark hair and slide my cock inside her hot, wet mouth and begin to fuck it. “Blake.” I moan, my hand picking up the pace as I imagine her pretty blue eyes crying while I fuck that pretty face.
My balls tighten, and my breath quickens seconds before I come in my hand. “Fuck!” I hiss, reaching up, I remove my shirt and use it to clean up my mess.
Looking up at her window, I see the light to her bathroom turn off, then the one to her bedroom.
Taking a deep breath, I lean my head against the headrest, trying to calm my racing heart.
“Soon, Blake. Soon.” I won’t have to use my hand or imagination.
I’ll have her mouth, pussy, and ass to use.
I will fucking own her.
JUNIOR YEAR
I exit the room and start walking down the hallway to my bedroom. Shoving the door open, I slam it shut to find Matt sitting on the side of my bed. “Get the fuck out.” I walk past him toward my adjoining bathroom.
He jumps to his feet. “What in the fuck did you tell Lincoln?”
Spinning around, I shove his chest. “I didn’t say shit!”
He stumbles back and then shakes his head, giving a rough laugh. “You should have my back.”
“And you should have known not to fucking touch her!” I shoot back.
“If you would have let me fuck her …”
“You mean rape her?” I correct him. “Fuck, Matt! What in the hell were you thinking?” Abstinence is part of our oath, until our senior year when we are granted a chosen. If I had told Lincoln that he was going to rape the woman, he’d for sure be stripped of his Lord title.
Matt runs his hands through his hair, letting out a frustrated breath. “I don’t know, man. Blakely and I have been fighting—”
I snort, interrupting him. “You’ve been fighting with your girlfriend, so you decide to disobey an order with the Lords? They’ll kick you out!”
“I’m fine!” He waves me off. “What did Lincoln have to say to you after I left?”
He only mentions Lincoln, which means he doesn’t know another man was brought in to speak to me. “I didn’t rat you out.” I avoid his question.
“Well, what did you fucking say?” Matt snaps.
“That’s none of your damn business.” I turn my back on him, ending this conversation.
He grabs my shirt and yanks me from the bathroom back into my bedroom. I swing, my body twisting, and my fist connects with his jaw. “Don’t fucking push me, Matt!” I growl, clenching and unclenching my hand, feeling it already starting to swell from the hit.
Rubbing his jaw, he steps up to me, chest to chest, and I bow mine, ready to knock his ass out when he speaks. “If I find out you fucked me over, I’ll end you, Ryat.”
I smile at that. “I’d like to see you try.”
With that, he spins and exits my room, slamming the bedroom door on his way out.