Chapter 20
I caught James York talking to Adina, and it pissed me off, so I told him to stay the hell away from her. She was a problem because men liked her. Dirty ol' Deano was after her, and so was James, but we knew he was pretending. We knew the only reason he’d go after her was to get back at us.
He’ll get into her panties and fuck her, then leave her in the dust, torn and hurt. I should see it as a win for us because we needed her broken and sorry, but I wanted to be the one to fuck her over, not those fuckers. The more I saw her, the more I wanted to fuck her against Sickle’s wishes.
The police arrived just as the fight between us and the Yorkies was escalating. Food was spilled everywhere, and a few chairs were broken, but luckily, no one was hurt since we didn’t throw any punches this time.
In the chaos, I looked over to Adina and saw that her seat was empty. Scanning the room, I noticed her swinging black ponytail disappear through the exit and chased after her. The cops were ordering the Yorks and my boys to clean up the mess, so while they were occupied, I escaped.
Her strides were two to my one, so once she was in sight, I slowed down and followed from a few feet behind her, watching that ass move and her ponytail swing.
My mind quickly traveled to a dirty place, my favorite place, watching her stand at the window while strumming the banjo and getting off on me.
Well, who else would it be? It was me she was focused on, I think.
Yeah, I know I couldn’t see the exact direction of her gaze, but who else would it be?
As I walked slowly behind her, I swiped for Lev’s number and messaged him to let me in. By the time we reached Morgana, she glanced back at me and hissed, “Are you following me?”
“No, actually, yes. What are you going to do about it, princess?” I challenged her, knowing that she was fiery as fuck and would have a comeback.
“Stab you in the eye,” she replied casually as if it would be no big deal to do that, like buying groceries, or grabbing a coffee, and I’ll just stab you in the eye while I’m at it.
“With what? Your fingernails? A pen?” I questioned to see if she did indeed have more weapons, after we confiscated her handgun, which, last time I checked, was lying in my second drawer, under my sweatpants.
She shot me an evil look that made me smile because I liked it when she was mean and full of fight. A snarling, hissing feline with a bone to pick was like fuel to my fire.
“I want to eat my dinner in peace, thank you,” she warned me, holding on tight to that plate loaded with beef casserole.
I wouldn’t mind spreading that casserole all over her naked body, then eating it off, slowly, one piece of meat at a time.
I’d turn her on to make her wet and longing for more, then I leave her hanging.
Fuck, that’ll be the greatest punishment inflicted on a fucking Boleyn.
“I’m merely walking in the same direction as you, Adina,” I lied, then chuckled internally when she cut me a scowl. “You’re so big-headed, you think everything is about you. Typical Boleyn.”
“You admitted you were following me,” she growled as she turned up the path to Morgana.
“True,” I grinned, then checked my phone to see if Lev had answered, but I didn’t hear. It was still unanswered. “Are you going to invite me in?”
“No,” she hit, then paused when she realized that her hands were full and she needed to find her keycard.
“Allow me,” I offered, sweeping in like the charming, handsome prince to the rescue, providing that she’ll let me eat the casserole off her pussy, then I’ll play nice.
I took the plate from her grasp before she could protest, then, cautiously and never taking her eye off me, she searched for her keycard.
She was about to swipe to unlock it when she paused, plunged her hand into her bag, and pulled out a pretty solid-looking silver knife with an embellished handle—made for a stabby Addie.
“This,” she finally answered my question.
“Yeah, that’ll do it,” I stated, pretty relaxed and unconcerned that she had it, because I could whip it off her in the blink of an eye and use it against her, but I was curious to see what she’d do with it.
Now I know there is a second weapon; we’d have to break into her room to retrieve it some other time. And I kinda liked doing that, snooping around, stealing her panties. “Do your friends and family call you Addie?”
She was annoyed by my nonchalant attitude about the knife; in fact, I barely looked at it. Again, whatever it took to fire her up was like fuel to my cock. “Some,” she replied hotly, having to turn away for a second to unlock the door, then stabbed me with another scowl.
I suspected she thought I might drop a date rape in her casserole or maybe spit in it, since we’re enemies, but I didn’t, and I wouldn’t. Not with her, anyway.
Once the door was open, she snatched the casserole from my hands, mumbled, “thank you,” and shut the door behind her.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in for dessert?” I yelled, banging on the door, hoping she’d turn back, but knowing that she wouldn’t. “Is that a no?”
But where the fuck was Lev?
Me: Wtf r u?
Lev:
I waited by the door for a resident to turn up, so I could convince them to let me in, but there were only four students in there, so I might be waiting all night for one of them to come home.
So, with a smile on my face, I walked all the way around the residence halls and out onto the field.
The streetlights are on, glowing shards of light onto the grass, but I chose a spot in the shadows and lay down on the grass and fixed my gaze on the crack of light in her blinds.
She was inside with the light on, and the longer I stared, the more I wanted to smash the window to get in. The drain pipes ran from the roof past her window, so I could climb up and break the glass with my fist.
The crack of light in her room flicked as she moved past, probably heading into the bathroom.
Okay, now my dirty brain was working overtime, imagining her undressing, taking a shower, sliding her hand between her thighs, thinking of me.
Of course, there would be an internal battle taking place in her mind.
She hated me, yet she was attracted to me.
“I have the same problem, Stabby Addie. I hate your father, hate the Boleyn family, but I like you,” I mumbled to myself just as my phone lit up, giving me away, if anyone happened to be looking.
Lev: Where r u now?
Me: park outside Morgana
Lev: Be there in a few mins
Several moments later, the distant sound of Lev’s Suzuki revving, accelerating, then slowing down, probably going around bends. A single light spilled onto the field as he broke campus rules and rode across the grass, tearing up the manicured lawn with his tire tread.
Adina’s blinds flickered as the gap widened, and I saw a curious little face peering out before she closed the blinds again.
I don’t know if she could identify us in the dark, but she’d definitely see and hear the Suzuki.
Did she realize that the Suzuki belonged to her roommate in Morgana?
How much do Lev and Adina talk while living on the same floor?
I bet it was tempting for him to visit her room at night since he had a keycard, but I’d imagine she’d have the door chained, like a smart girl.
Lev parked his bike, turned off the engine, then took off his helmet. “Gotta blunt?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?” I questioned as he glanced up at her room while taking out a small bag from his pocket.
“Asking,” he replied, then pointed his thumb in the direction of her room. “Spying on her?”
“Yeah, she won’t invite me in, so I was waiting for you to turn up,” I told him.
“It’ll be worth the wait to stay out here,” he replied, taking out the blunt from the bag, lit it, took a pull, then handed it to me.
“What do you mean?” I pressed because he was talking in tongues, like I had to read his mind.
“Trust me. Wait for it,” he stated dryly. “I left something in her room.”
I snorted, took a pull, blew out the smoke, then asked, “What did you leave?”
“You’ll see,” he said, sitting down on the grass, knees bent.
“Have you been down to the lake?” I asked him, remembering him calling Sickle for advice about the cop interview tomorrow. “Fuck, they won’t give you a drug test tomorrow?”
He groaned, “I hope not. But if I get kicked out of Castlehill, I won’t be upset about it.”
“Our parents will be pissed about it, though,” I reminded him, because he always had a nihilistic, indifferent attitude toward life. Shrugged his shoulders, disinterested in almost everything except metal and motorbikes.
“She set up a trap in there,” he pointed out, ignoring my comment about our parents, but that was how Lev rolls.
“What sort of trap?” I took another pull of the joint, then blew the smoke out, watching it dance against the backdrop of the night sky.
“Fish hooks hanging at eye level,” he mumbled flatly.
I snorted, “Really? Impressive.” Then it dawned on me. “Wait. Fish hooks? Where did she get those from?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“Ah, Dirty ol’ Deano. Now, it’s making sense,” I crooned as the pieces fell into place and the drugs started setting in, relaxing me even more.
“What? Don’t tell me she's going with him?” The fact that Lev jumped to that conclusion over a simple comment made me wonder if he actually has feelings for her. Because we all know what happens when Deano gets his dirty fingers on his young, naive students.
“Nah, well,” there was a moment where it crossed my mind, but they’d have to meet in secret and fuck, she’s only been here a week, so they would’ve had to act fast. “Nah, I don’t think so. But she got the fish hooks off him, I reckon. I caught them in the act.”
“And the fishing line that the hooks hang off,” he added. “What act? Did he have his hands on her?”
“No, I mean, I caught them in the act of him handing the fish hooks to her.” My chest tightened at the thought of it, and I didn’t like it. Dirty ol’ Deano needed to stay the fuck away from her. There were plenty of chicks that he could pursue, but not her, anyone but the Boleyn girl.
“Yeah?” he fell silent, and I could almost hear the cogs of his brain mulling it over.
“In his office,” I added to see how he’d react. There were several beats of silence, but I knew he didn’t like what I was saying.
“You don’t think,” he began, handing me back the blunt, “he’s in on it?”
“In on what?” I was curious to see where he was going with this.
“Like her and him…maybe they were acquainted before she came here and are planning something together,” he explained.
“I don’t think so,” I reasoned, watching the stars twinkle. “When I stumbled into them, she seemed uncomfortable in his presence, like she was unfamiliar with him. But that doesn’t mean they’re not going to fuck around, you know.”
“If he’s noticed her already, then it could be trouble,” he agreed, then argued, “But she could also be acting uncomfortable to make you think they don’t know each other. It’s just…”
I turned to look at him, and he was staring at Adina’s window because he peered out again, checking on us as we checked on her. “You were saying?”
“The fish hooks were well organized, you know,” he asserted. “She’s not dumb.”
“I noticed,” I quipped, thinking of her little pull-the-knife trick earlier.
Lev continued with his point, getting chattier the more he smoked; normally, he’s the opposite. “So maybe she’s got allies here that we need to be aware of.”
Like the Yorkies, yappy little fluff lap dogs? One of them was quietly talking to her, probably trying to flirt, but she didn’t look happy about it.” My chest tightened again. “Fuckers.”
He groaned. “Bro, I don’t want them anywhere near her, but they’re practically related to her stepmother, being their aunt.”
Yeah, but does she know that?” I contended, annoyed. The dope was supposed to relax me, but every time we talk about men paying Adina some attention, my blood boils a little. “I didn’t hear what he was saying to her, but whatever it was, he’d be using her to get back at us. Guaranteed.”
“Guaranteed,” he parroted. “So, there are two men after her. Farrk.”
His comment stirred my stomach, and I bolted upright from the comfort of the grass. “I need to get up there,” I pointed to her window.
“No,” he asserted. “Just wait until she’s discovered the gift I left her. Besides, didn’t Sickle say not to touch her, bro? You don’t want to piss off your older brother. Has your mom contacted him yet for the charity ball?”
“Fuck, bro, you’ve smoked too much,” I proclaimed, sniggering. “There’s like more in that comment than my brain can handle.”
“Wait,” he pointed to her room. “She flicked the light off.”
“What? It’s early. Why is she going to bed so early?” Then I wondered if she was going to masturbate because that’s all I could think about these days. I really need to get there and fuck her in secret.
“It’s coming,” Lev warned, pointing his finger at her window, as I was still in the dark as to what he was referring to. “So close now.”
“Bro, what-”
A scream belted out from Adina’s room, followed by the light flicking back on, and a whole lotta swearing came after.
“Bingo,” Lev chimed proudly, then cracked up laughing, and I was still none the wiser.
“C’mon, bro, don’t keep me waiting. What did you do?” I insisted, but he didn’t need to answer, as she opened the window and stuck her head out.
“Is this yours?” she bellowed at us, swinging what looked like a rope.
“Eh?” Lev played dumb because we couldn’t let on that we had a key to her room.
“What the fuck is that?” I whispered.
“Snake,” he replied proudly.
“Real or fake?”
“Fake. I wouldn’t be that mean to leave a real one in her sheets,” he answered smoothly.
“In her sheets,” I parroted, proud of my boy.
“You can have it back, you assholes,” she screamed across the park, then threw the snake, aiming it at us, but it veered to the left and landed somewhere in the darkness.
Adina slammed shut her window before I could speak, blinds shut tightly, and we waited a moment to see if she would come back.
“Well,” Lev rose to his feet, “another job well done. I need a feed. Is the dining hall still open?”
“Yeah, I think so,” I followed him as he pushed his bike along the grass. “Are you going to retrieve the snake?”
“Nah,” he quipped. “Leave it for someone else to find.”