Chapter 3 #5
I’m about five seconds away from calling it quits and hitting the next bedroom when I see the laptop that’s partially hidden under the covers on the bed.
There’s no doubt in my mind that it was last used to watch porn while he jerked off, so I very carefully push the cover aside and insert the USB stick.
I count slowly to ten before pulling it out.
I don’t know how exactly it works, but I know I just gave Niki access to everything.
Wanting to get the hell out of this room and away from this smell, I leave and skip the rest of the floor, heading for the third level instead.
I find two more laptops and use the USB stick on them, and I plant another camera in one of the bedrooms. I’m all set to leave when I hear footsteps and a loud giggle right outside the door.
Fucking hell.
With no other choice, I step into the closet and shut the door, leaving a crack big enough for me to see through.
I watch as a blond guy stumbles in with a dark-haired girl.
She laughs when she almost trips and he catches her.
When they start to kiss, I mentally groan, my fingers reaching for the knife I have sheathed at my lower back.
God, it would be so fucking easy to just step out and slit their throats, but that would leave a trail, a big one, and it would shut the frat house down.
It would be sloppy and careless, and I’m never either of those things.
So I lean my shoulder against the wall and watch as they clumsily take each other’s clothes off.
“Hurry up, Adam,” the girl says, tugging on his zipper when he doesn’t strip fast enough.
Adam groans and kisses her harder while he tugs his jeans down and then does the same to her shorts.
When they’re both finally naked, he tosses her onto the bed, making her squeal.
Neither of them turned a light on, but the blinds are up, and there’s enough light coming in for me to see both of them easily.
Adam struts over to his dresser and opens a drawer.
Reaching in, he grabs a condom and grins at her.
“You ready to get fucked, April?”
I roll my eyes while he rolls the condom onto his very average-sized dick.
Certainly nothing to be ashamed of, probably better than most, but not nearly as big as mine.
April spreads her thighs, ready and eager for him, and I can’t help thinking how fucking bored I am.
My mind wanders to Chort, hoping he’s behaving himself and hasn’t gone rogue and killed someone.
I can’t blame him if he did, though. I know I’m feeling the urge right now as Adam and April’s noisy grunts fill the room.
He fucks her hard, I’ll give him that, but her over-the-top orgasmic moans sound fake even to my untrained ears.
It’s like she watched a lot of porn and is trying to sound like how she thinks she should sound.
Everything about her feels fake, and Adam doesn’t care about anything except busting a nut.
When I feel my phone buzz, I pull it out and angle my screen so the light won’t give my hiding place away.
NIKI:
I feel like I should make popcorn.
I’d forgotten about the camera. Niki’s been watching the same show I’m stuck watching.
ME:
Is the audio working? Can you hear what I’m hearing?
NIKI:
Loud and clear.
ME:
How unfortunate for you.
NIKI:
At least he’s using a condom. Not as stupid as he looks, I guess.
ME:
Do you think everyone would be mad if I kill them?
NIKI:
You can’t kill them.
I stop typing when Adam lets out a loud groan, obviously filling his condom while April quickly fakes an orgasm so he doesn’t feel bad.
ME:
Are you sure about that? Because I really, really want to.
NIKI:
Poor April. She doesn’t deserve death. She deserves some good dick.
I almost laugh. Leave it to my cousin to make an unbearable situation funny.
ME:
Well, if they don’t leave soon, I’m going to have to. I can’t hide in their fucking closet all night.
As if on cue, Adam pulls out and stands up. Ripping the condom from his limp dick, he tosses it in the garbage, making me cringe even more, because thanks to the first room I was in, I know exactly how that’s going to smell in a week.
“Time to get back to the party,” he says, and I almost feel bad for April. She’s lying on her side, looking up at him with big hearts in her eyes. I think she was hoping for an after-sex cuddle, but Adam is all business.
“Already?” April asks. “I thought we could hang up here for a while.”
“Come on,” he says, tossing her clothes at her. “It’s still early. I want to party some more.” When she hesitates, he sighs. “I thought you liked to have fun.”
Sneaky little bastard.
I watch his manipulation at work. April immediately changes her tone, grabbing her bra and putting it on as she smiles up at him, morphing into the girl she thinks he wants instead of the one she actually is.
“You’re right,” she quickly says. “Let’s go have some fun. We can always come back up here later for more.”
He grins and reaches down to smack her ass when she lifts up to put her underwear on. “True enough,” he says, and then proving he is the douchebag I suspected, he adds, “Maybe you can ask one of your friends to join in.”
If Adam had an ounce of awareness, he’d notice the distraught look on April’s face, but he’s too busy fantasizing about the upcoming threesome while he clumsily paws at her tits.
“You want to fuck one of my friends?” she asks.
Some part of him must sense he’s on dangerous ground, because he gives her a lazy smile while he tries to smooth things over. “Only with you, baby. God, it’d be so fucking hot to watch you with another girl.”
The look on April’s face makes it clear it’s the last thing she wants, but then Adam says, “Don’t tell me you’re going to be a prude about this. It’s not a big deal, so don’t make it into one.”
“I’m not a prude.” April puts her shirt on and squares her shoulders, determined to play the part. “We can ask Sara.”
Adam shakes his head. “Ask Hailey.”
Jesus, I want to blow my cover just so I can tell April to get her head out of her ass and dump this loser, but she’s convinced herself she needs this asshole for some reason. She’s so different from my little sister. Mia would’ve already sliced his dick off and thrown it at him.
They linger for a few more incredibly long minutes before finally leaving the room.
NIKI:
I’m so happy I’ll get to see Adam’s ass again later.
ME:
I’m sure you’ll see a lot of asses on these cameras. I’m gonna hit Tom’s room and then leave.
NIKI:
Sounds good. I’ll let you know when I see something besides drunk sex.
Poor Niki. He’s always stuck wading through information, trying to find hidden clues in the midst of piles and piles of shit. I don’t envy him, but we all have our talents, and this is his. I’m thrilled mine lies more with sinking my blade into flesh. It’s much more enjoyable.
Before those two fucked-up lovebirds can grab Hailey, I get my ass out of their room. The last thing I want is to witness their sad little threesome of an overeager Adam, a completely uninterested April, and whatever the hell this Hailey woman brings to the mix.
When I’m sure the hall is empty, I make my way to the door at the end.
There’s an attic room on the top floor, and based on what Niki’s been able to see through their hacked security cameras, we’re guessing it’s Tom’s room.
When I reach out for the door handle, I give an annoyed grunt when it doesn’t budge.
The annoyance isn’t because he’s managed to keep me out.
Judging by the cheap particle-board door and flimsy knob, it’s going to take me less than a minute to break in.
I’m just pissed I’m going to have to spend even a few extra seconds in this place.
Grabbing the tools I always keep on me, I squat down and slip the thin wrench into the keyhole before gently twisting my wrist. Next I slip the pick in, feeling the whisper-soft clicks instead of hearing them as the music filters up the stairs along with loud shouts and laughter.
Within seconds, I feel the lock give as the knob turns and the door swings open.
Shutting the door behind me, I slip up the small set of stairs that lead to the attic room.
The first thing I notice is the lack of a smell.
The second is that the place is clean. I feel like I’ve just stepped into the only sanitary place in the entire house.
His bed is made with military-style precision, every surface is dust free, and the rug looks like it was recently vacuumed.
This makes things a lot harder. I’m not worried about the other guys noticing I was in their rooms, but this place is so clean, everything in its own place, and that means he’ll immediately notice if something looks off.
Being careful to not move anything, I hurry up and connect the USB stick to the laptop on the desk, wait the ten seconds and then stuff it back in my pocket as I walk the room in search of a phone charger.
I find one plugged in near the bed, and even though it won’t give the greatest view, it’s better than nothing, so I switch them out, and then do a quick sweep of the room.
I don’t find anything. If he’s the one making the drops, then he’s stashing the drugs somewhere else.
Scanning the room, I make sure everything looks just as it did when I walked in, and then quickly get the hell out, locking the door behind me.
I’m more than ready to leave this fucking frat house and get back to my dog.
Thankfully, by the time I’m weaving my way back through the crowd, they’re even drunker and higher than before, making it easy for me to push my way through and out the door.
I drink in the fresh air, filling my lungs with the clean scent that’s no longer laced with the stench of unwashed clothes and old condoms. I’m all set to keep an eye on things from a distance, but when I get back to where I’d left Chort, he’s not sitting in the shadows waiting for me.
Everything inside me grows still when I look at the empty patch of grass.
A murderous rage quickly starts to overtake me when I think about someone hurting my dog.
Chort wouldn’t just wander off. If he left, then he had a reason for it, and if that reason involves one hair on his body being hurt, then I will make damn sure this campus is filled with nothing but bloody bodies by the time the sun rises.
Jogging around the back of the house, I follow a trail that leads back to the university while I whistle for my dog.
My ears strain to hear anything beyond the music that’s still blaring from the frat house.
When I come to a fork in the path, I hear a faint growl, and immediately start running.
Trees grow heavier on this part of the trail, thick branches that block out the moonlight, making it harder to see.
I stop when I see the tunnel ahead. It’s not long, just a short walkway that extends underneath the bike path, an easy way for students to get to the dorms up ahead without having to walk all the way around.
In theory it’s great, but right now there are three guys standing at the entrance—one of them holding a terrified girl up against the bricks while the other two try to surround my dog.
Within seconds, I’m pulling my skull mask on and gripping the handle of my knife. I pull the long blade free as I slowly start walking towards the group. Chort’s low growl gets louder when one of them takes a step closer. He senses my presence, gives a soft whine, and then starts growling again.
Finally one of the others looks over and sees me.
“What the fuck?” He turns to his friends. “Who the fuck is this guy?”
They laugh, which might be the dumbest response they could possibly give.
I ignore them and look over at the one who’s holding the girl.
When I see the blood-colored hair, I tilt my head and run my eyes over her terrified face.
She lets out a whimper, trying to get free so she can run, but the guy presses her harder against the brick.
I watch, growing angrier with each passing second.
When one of the others asks, “Is that a fucking knife?” I turn to Chort and say in Russian, “Protect the girl,” before putting my focus back on the two men I’m about to kill.