Chase: A Devil & his Birdie: Havenwood University Book Two

Chapter 13

WHEN I ACCEPTED my presidential nomination for the next Omega Executive Council, I knew I’d do whatever was necessary to win this year”s Hunt. Losing is not a motherfucking option. My father and eldest brother are Havenwood legacies and my older brother, Darren, is our current President. Our cousin is President of his chapter at Coastal. It’s in my fucking blood. It’s what Harris men do.

I’ve done my time and I’ve made myself known to the brothers since I was a freshman. I’ve done their bidding and kicked and kissed asses for them. I made it past the first vote and now it’s time to fucking win. I want my fucking paddle.

Every spring, the frats and sororities hold elections for the following term to select their candidates for their Executive Councils. All brothers vote to pick the top three men for each open position. This year, Omega has all four seats up for grabs with twelve of us grappling for the roles of Secretary, Treasurer, Vice President, and President.

Once selected, it’s not uncommon for each candidate to attach himself to brothers who will have his back during the Hunt. Allegiances have been set, alliances formed, and promises made. I’ve had my boys with me since we rushed as freshman and we’ve been preparing for this. They all know what’s at fucking stake here.

Each rank holds a specific checklist of tasks to be completed by mid-semester. We’re already a week into this shit and I’ve barely crossed off ten items. I need to up my fucking game and focus on the top task.

The Executive Council and active alumni pick out girls for us to pursue. They’re connections and matches they think will be good for the Omega network and our reputation. For brothers who are serious about their place among the Omega ranks, they take their girls seriously.

They understand their purpose and the role they can play. These girls are usually from families that Omega wants to tie themselves too, even if it”s temporary. Omega men think ahead; it”s not about right now, it”s about what happens next. And Sloane Higgins is a means to an end. She’s what I need for right now.

When I was given the list I automatically looked for the girls who would be worth the most points and scanned over their bonus challenges. I already knew that the top girl would be fucking impossible. No one ever got near Serafina Rossi. I wasn’t about to waste my fucking time on her. She could be someone else’s problem.

There was another name that jumped off the page at me and I had a feeling she was my ticket to the top. Sloane Higgins sounded fucking perfect. I didn’t know who she was but figured her bonus challenge was going to be easier than getting Serafina Rossi’s older brothers to sign a stupid baseball. All I had to do with Sloane is get a pic of me fucking her doggy style with her red hair wrapped around my fist.

I figured it would be easy enough when I found her socials. She didn’t seem to have a boyfriend and the farther back I looked, the more I found out about her. She sure as hell was gonna make a pretty piece of arm candy for the upcoming Greek social calendar.

I had her schedule and had planned an innocent looking, “meet cute,” this morning outside of her class and was fucking irritated that she didn’t show. I was trying to figure out when we could, “accidentally run into each other,” when she ended up in my arms. It’s like the Greek Gods were giving me a sign. This shit was mine.

She’s going to be a pretty trophy to go along with my presidential win. I just need her to stop fucking around and cooperate. It’s why I’m following her now.

I wanted her to know I’m not giving up. Show her that I’m fucking serious about her. She’s got no other choice but to get used to me. By any means fucking necessary, she will be mine and so will the Omega presidency.