Evil Boys (Spine Ridge University)

I can’t even cope with how fucked up that whole encounter with Milo was and how conflicted it made me because I’m too consumed with rage to even care.

I head straight for my sorority and run upstairs. Halfway across the hall, I bump into Irina.

“Lana? What’s up? You seem in a hurry.”

“Sorry, have to get to my laptop,” I reply.

“School?” she asks.

“No. Boys.”

She grins as I pass her. “Oh … boys. Multiple? Nice.”

Well, it’s anything but nice, but I don’t want to involve her in this mess I’ve created.

“Don’t tell anyone.” I wink at her before I shut my door and look around.

Rage bubbles up to the surface as I scan the area, trying to compose myself, but the more I think about just how much of an obsessed maniac this fucker must be to put actual fucking cameras in my room, the more I’m beginning to lose my shit.

Grunting, I tear away at my pillows, look under my bed, under my desk, my chair, my notes, all of my books. My shelves come undone as I rip everything apart and check behind each item. Nothing is left unscathed.

Until I finally find it.

A tiny square box with a camera and a wireless transmitter.

“Motherfucker,” I mutter, staring straight into the camera.

I crush it in my hand, boiling over with anger.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes, and I almost crush that too in my rage.

Dad: Come to my office. Now please. I want to speak with you.

Great. Just when I’m about to set loose my inner demon, my father forces me to behave. Can’t explode in front of the entire school.

“Everything okay in there?” It’s Irina.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Just some annoying texts,” I reply.

“Those boys again?” she muses.

I throw myself down onto the bed. “Yup.”

“Well, if you need someone to talk to, I’m always here,” she says.

“I really don’t want to talk about it. But thank you for being there,” I say.

“Of course. My door’s always open,” she replies. “Well, I’m gonna go to my next class. See you tonight!”

“See ya!”

But I don’t think I’ll be here tonight.

Definitely not tonight.

Not when I know exactly where to find those fucking boys, thanks to Milo’s info … and I’ll absolutely be there waiting for them.

When Irina’s gone, I exit my room and head downstairs and straight out the door, making my way back to the main building where I just fucked with Milo.

Good God, that fucker is insane.

But in a sort of messed-up, arousing way.

I don’t know how to explain it, not to me nor anyone else if they ever asked. But that twisted fucker got me off so good while I was able to unleash all of my anger issues onto him, and the release that followed … fuck. It was unlike anything I ever experienced.

But I have to stop fucking thinking about it, or I’ll drive myself insane with lust all over.

Fuck, those boys really pull the worst out of me. And to think I’d actually enjoy it … No wonder Jason could never get me off.

I run up the three flights of stairs to the dean’s office, but I pause in front of the door when I hear familiar voices that make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“My family is in jail.”

Nathan.

“That is not a fault of ours.” That’s my father. “And we have done all we can to help you and your family after the feud between you and my son.”

“And those damn friends of his.”

Kai.

My hand rests on the doorknob, sweat drops trickling down my back.

They’re in there with my fucking father.

My enemies.

I jerk the handle and throw the door open, but when my eyes connect with theirs, I feel something other than the mere need for vengeance; excitement.

And the thrill on their faces when they see me in the flesh, totally unabashed, unshaken by their destruction of my dignity.

Because I am the motherfucking queen of this campus, and they’ll have to rip this crown from my goddamn head after I’m buried six feet under if they want to subdue me.

So I barge in and head straight for my dad, planting a kiss on his cheeks while he’s in the middle of berating those boys. “You called for me?”

Kai

Later that evening

Blowing out smoke from my cig, I check my watch. 11:00 p.m. The exact time Nathan arranged for a meetup with a stranger at the Shack, just beyond the school grounds and a little bit down the road. It’s an old, run-down house that hasn’t been rented or sold in years and mostly used for illegal parties by students from the school.

A perfect place to commit a crime in the dark of night.

Nathan pretended to be a young kid to lure an old rich fucker into coming here, and I’m antsy to see the shock on his face when he sees all three of us grown-ass men waiting for him.

When a car slowly comes up the hill, I flick my fingers. “Milo. My knives.”

He stops sharpening them and throws them over.

I tuck them into my pocket and throw away the cigarette. “Thanks.”

I put on my mask, and Milo does the same. Nathan takes a huge drag of the cig until there’s only a bud left, and he chucks it onto the ground, then puts on his mask. “I’m so fucking ready for this.”

Milo winces as he adjusts his coat as though his shoulders hurt.

“You okay?” Nathan asks, narrowing his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” Milo says, clearing his throat.

“Hide in the bushes,” I tell him. “We’ll wait inside and trap him. Make sure he doesn’t escape.”

“Gotcha,” Milo replies, as I follow Nathan into the house, and we each take a side of the hallway; him in the living room, me in the kitchen.

The car stops, and my heart begins to beat in my throat. Not from fear but from excitement because I know what’s about to happen, and the bloodthirsty monster in me wants to be set loose.

The door opens and I hold my breath.

“Hello? Anyone there?”

We wait and signal each other.

“Little boy, are you here?” I can hear his old age from his voice alone. “I’ve brought a candy bar and some cool toys. Wanna see?”

I wink at Nathan, and we both jump him at the same time. The man falls to the floor, screaming.

“Help! Help!”

“No one’s coming to help you, old man,” Nathan growls.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” he says.

I throw Nathan the rope. “Don’t move,” I threaten the old man with my knife, then direct my attention toward Nathan. “Tie him up.”

Milo bursts into the front door. “You got him?”

“Help me tie this fucker up,” Nathan commands, and Milo immediately springs into action.

Nathan and Milo tie his hands together and then lift him.

“Put him on the chair in the living room,” I say.

“Let me go!” the fucker yells, crying. “What are you doing?”

Nathan and Milo place him on the chair, and I’m on his neck with my knife.

“Please, I haven’t done anything,” the man says.

“You really think so?” Nathan pulls out his phone and shows him the text exchange they had. “Or are you going to pretend this wasn’t you, Harvey?”

Harvey’s eyes widen. “That … but that’s …”

“Me.” Nathan grins maniacally. “You’ve been talking with me.”

“No, no, no,” the man stutters. “This is a mistake. I didn’t—”

I slam the knife into the chair’s armrest. “You tried to get it on with a little boy.”

“I didn’t have any plans, I swear,” Harvey says.

“Sure you didn’t.” Milo laughs. “And I’m not a fucked-up masochistic bastard.”

“Well, I …” the man stutters. “I don’t know what you want. I just want to leave.”

I clutch the armrests. “You won’t be leaving.”

Tears run down his cheeks. “Please. I don’t want to die.”

“Oh no, you won’t get to die …” Nathan says, licking his lips as he grips the man’s shoulders from behind the chair. “We’re just going to have some fun with you.”

“What? Why?” He desperately shifts his head among all three of us, looking for a sliver of humanity. But he won’t find it here. “I haven’t done anything.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Nathan snatches my knife from the armrest and slams it into the fucker’s thigh, and he yelps out in pain.

“Please, stop!” Harvey cries out.

“How many more boys have you been to, Harvey?” Nathan grits. “How many of them pleaded with you to stop?”

Nathan pulls the knife from his leg only to jam it into the other.

“How many of them did you ignore?”

“Please, don’t kill me!” he begs, tears rolling down his cheeks.

I snort. “You’re a menace to fucking society. Scum like you don’t deserve to live.”

“But we might let you …” Nathan twists the blade in his leg until he screams in agony. “If you tell us your fucking bank account details.”

Suddenly, something rustles in the bushes outside, making us all look away from Harvey.

“What the fuck was that?” Nathan growls.

I point at the hall. “Milo. Go. Check the area. I don’t want visitors.”

“HELP!” Harvey screams, so I punch him in the face to shut him up.

There’s some ruckus outside, and I can hear Milo’s nunchucks whipping through the air, along with the sound of groans.

Nathan looks at me. “We’ve got company.”

More grunts emanate from outside, and Nathan barges toward the hallway to see what it is.

“Don’t.”

Nathan stops in the middle of the living room, clenching his fist. But he’s not the only one.

I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

Lana.

She wasn’t joking when she said she’d see us tonight.

Fuck.

She enters the house wearing an actual fucking latex bodice and jeans along with that same kitty mask as the first time I saw her. And fuck me, just the mere sight of her in that outfit makes me want to rip it off and fuck that pussy raw.

Her knife is against Milo’s throat, his hands clutched behind his back.

Nathan stares at them in disbelief. “What the f—”

Milo rarely loses a fight.

“On. Your. Knees,” she grits at Milo.

And he sinks to the floor, whimpering from her knife against his throat.

Nathan fishes out his own knife, but Lana pushes her blade into Milo’s neck even farther.

“One step and I slit his throat,” she says.

“You fucking wouldn’t,” Nathan growls. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Wanna test me out?” she asks, tilting Milo’s head with her blade.

“I’m sorry, Nathan,” Milo pleads, looking up at both of us.

“How did you even fucking win against him?” Nathan grits.

“Does it matter?” I say. “She’s here now. How the fuck did you even find us?”

The crazy smile that forms on her lips almost makes my cock twitch. “You’re not the only one who knows how to stalk someone …”

Oh fuck. Now that really made my cock bob against the fabric of my pants.

“But I have your fucking friend to thank for the exact details,” she adds, glancing at Milo.

“What?” Nathan growls, staring at Milo, who looks up at him with guilt lacing his eyes. “You told her?”

“He ratted you out,” she muses, proud of her accomplishment. “After I gave him what he wanted.”

And fuck me, I thought I couldn’t fall any harder, but apparently, I could. What a devious little fucking kitty.

“What he wanted?” Nathan parrots, and he glares at Milo.

He looks like he’s lost himself. “I’m sorry. She made it impossible to deny her.”

She leans in to whisper something into his ear. We can’t hear it, but the look on Milo’s face as he melts away tells us enough. He’s smitten.

Nathan points his blade at her. “You …”

Fuck.

Lana suddenly shoves Milo face-forward and thrusts her knife mere inches from my face. “You put a fucking camera in my room.”

Oh … now I understand why she’s so upset.

She fishes something from her pocket and chucks the debris at me. “Here’s what’s left of it.”

SLICE!

I narrowly avoid a cut in the face as I lean back and grasp her arm midair, but she swiftly jerks free and starts to fight me.

Nathan aims, but Milo throws his nunchucks at the knife, which clatters onto the floor.

“What the fuck, Milo?”

“Don’t hurt her,” he says. “Please.”

Nathan storms at him and grips him by the throat. “Are you out of your mind?”

But I’m far too busy fending off Lana’s attacks as she strikes left and right with her knife, nearly puncturing my skin like she wants to kill me.

“Is that how you fucking knew my login info?” she yells. “You watched my laptop?”

“That’s not all I watched,” I muse.

SLICE!

She cuts into my arm, the warm blood oozing from my skin.

“You had no fucking right!”

Suddenly, Harvey jumps up from his chair and attempts to run off through the other exit.

“Nathan!” I yell while trying to stop Lana from thrusting her knife into my chest. “Harvey is getting away!”

But he’s far too busy with Milo, who’s attached himself to his legs like a bunch of bricks.

Lana’s eyes follow the man, and right before he exits through the door, she stops fighting me and chucks a knife right at his neck. A whelp follows a thud as he drops to the floor, blood pouring from the wound.

“There. Solved your fucking problem.”

“Fuck!” I yell.

“What happened?” Nathan calls, dragging Milo by the arm.

“Harvey is dead,” I say.

Lana whips her knife around my face, and we continue to dance around each other, avoiding each other’s strikes.

“What?” Nathan growls, incensed as he shoves Milo away and storms at Lana.

I grip her arm right before another strike and say, “No. I’ll deal with her.”

I push her to the back near Harvey’s body and shove her back along with both arms into the wall. An oompf leaves her mouth as the knives are knocked from her hands and clatter to the floor.

“You shouldn’t have fucking done that,” I tell her.

“You talked to him on that site, didn’t you? Same old fuckers as I track down. Dying was the only gift he had left for this fucking world.”

“That was our kill,” I reply.

“He was running off, and I took care of it before he had the chance to go and tell the world what you were up to.” She gloats. “You’re welcome.”

The fucking arrogance. God. She’s so fucking attractive when she makes that face.

But I shouldn’t let myself get distracted.

“You got Milo to reveal our plans?”

“He gave them to me after I played with him a little …” she muses, glancing at a seething Nathan behind me. “He willingly went to his knees for me.”

“Milo …” Nathan says through gritted teeth, and he grips Milo by the hair and tilts his head back.

“I can’t help it. She’s just like you. So fucking violent and … God, amazing.”

I’m impressed. Milo never bows to anyone but Nathan, not even me, yet … she managed to weaken his resolve and subdue him.

Guess I’m not the only one who’s become obsessed with this girl.

“You were spying on me,” she says.

A smirk forms on my face. “I don’t hear a question, kitty.”

“Where are you keeping the videos?”

With my hands still firmly lodged around her wrists, I lean in to whisper into her ear, “Safely hidden away on my laptop, where I watch them every fucking day.”

Her face ripples with anger.

“I’ve watched you while you were concocting your plans … I’ve watched you while you were talking with your friends … I’ve watched you undress.” My lips hover closely to her neck, and I brush them along her skin, unable to stop myself any longer. “I’ve watched you play with yourself under the covers of your bed after your boyfriend failed to satisfy you.”

She shudders when I place a soft kiss on her neck.

“And I jerked off along with you, imagining I was touching you instead.”

She whimpers when my teeth come out and bite her right below her ear. When the blood rolls, I suck so hard it leaves a hickey on her skin.

“Fuck.”

She thinks I didn’t hear, but I definitely did.

And I don’t believe for a single second I’m the only one who’s lost control of their desires. And what I desire more than anything is writhing right in front of me. She’s trying to fight me every step of the way even though we both know this will only end one way—with her tight pussy wrapped around my eager cock.

So I release one of her wrists, only to grip her face and smash my lips onto hers.