Chapter 42 Cassie
CASSIE
“I thought we were going to Aventine?” I said as we passed the sign for the university.
I was in the front seat of the G-Wagon next to Vigo, who looked unfairly hot in a black tank top that showed off his muscles and his ink, his thighs spread just enough in the driver’s seat that it was hard not to stare at the bulge of his dick.
It was worse now because I knew what it felt like in my hand — in my mouth — although not yet where I wanted it most. I’d had time to play with both him and Jagger in the five days since Jagger had discovered the connection to Kensington Trust and I had zero regrets.
Okay, that was a lie. I had two regrets: Hawk still hadn’t joined us and I was still a virgin.
“We’re going to see the Kings,” Vigo said, flashing me a grin, his eyes shaded from the July sun by his sunglasses. “Not the same thing.”
“I thought the Kings were part of Aventine,” I said as we slowed down to approach a winding driveway.
“‘Were’ is the operative word,” Jagger said from the back seat. “They’ve been out for a while now.”
“Then how can they help us with the Aventine connection?”
“Just because they’re not enrolled doesn’t mean they don’t still run the school,” Hawk said next to Jagger.
Gravel crunched under the tires as we wound our way up the leafy driveway, sheltered on both sides by old trees.
When we finally emerged into a clearing, I expected to find an old house, maybe a Victorian like Daisy’s or one of the old farmhouses that were still scattered in and around Blackwell Falls.
But the house that came into view was a far cry from either of those things. It was big and modern, a series of cubes made largely of glass that shimmered under the sun.
Surrounded by the old-growth trees around the property, the house looked like an artifact from the future.
Or maybe another planet.
“Wow,” I said. “That’s some house.”
“Pretentious as fuck,” Jagger said. “But that’s the Kings for you.”
We parked the G-Wagon next to a black Humvee and got out of the car.
“They know we’re coming right?” I asked, suddenly nervous.
I’d never talked to anyone but the Hawks about what had happened to my parents. What if these… Kings thought I was crazy?
“They know.” Hawk was also wearing sunglasses, his jeans stretching to accommodate his big thighs, his T-shirt a breath away from being too tight as it tried to contain his chest and shoulders.
“Don’t be nervous, mouse.” Vigo kissed me on the lips. “You’re safe with us.”
We walked to the door and rang the bell. A few seconds later the door was opened by a willowy blonde in a printed maxi dress who looked liked she should be on a red carpet somewhere.
I recognized her. She’d been in the coffee shop more than once, sometimes with a couple of girlfriends, other times with one of three tattooed guys wearing designer clothes and flashing wads of cash.
Her smile lit up her whole face. “You must be the Hawks. I’m sorry to call you that but it’s the only way Neo, Oscar, and Rock have referred to you.” She looked at me and extended her hand. “I’m Willa.”
“Cassie.”
She nodded. “I recognize you from the coffee shop.”
“I just had the same thought.”
She clapped her hands together like a child being given extra birthday cake. “Now we know each other!”
I returned her smile. “I guess so.”
“Please,” she said, standing back to open the door wider. “Come in.”