Chapter 27
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” I said to Adina as I approached her on a spin cycle, doing a warmup. “Where have you been hiding?”
“I didn’t realize you were my watcher,” she hissed at me.
“There are a lot of things you don’t realize,” I barked back.
After what we’ve done to her, I didn’t expect her to like me, but she could at least try being civil in public, while my mates were around anyway.
“You didn’t show for the training session I had you booked in for.
You don’t answer your door when I knock, even though I can hear you inside. ”
“I have been avoiding both of you; it’s just unfortunate that Lev is my roommate right down the hall, funnily enough,” she taunted, pedaling slowly so she didn’t lose her breath while talking.
“A very strange coincidence that he happens to be in my hall, instead of your frat house. And where is my gun, by the way? I have a sneaking suspicion that I might need to use it soon.”
“Lev is not a frat house type of guy,” I replied honestly. “He’d rather live in a tent by a swamp in the middle of nowhere than live in a communal house where he has to make small talk with people.”
“Does he hate jocks, as I do? Huh, I knew he was a kindred spirit in a haunted house sort of way,” she said as I increased the resistance on the panel, so it made it harder to pedal as punishment for ignoring me. “I mean…he’s not the most likable guy, but at least we have that in common.”
“Not smart having a gun when the police are like flies on a dead carcass, Adina,” I murmured as the gym was pretty busy and I didn’t want anyone to overhear.
“So, you did steal it,” she hissed at me. “Give it back to me.”
“I didn’t say that,” I argued sternly as my eyeline was on her tits, nipples poking out at me, like beckons asking me to lick them. “I merely said that it was stupid to have a gun on campus when police are everywhere.”
Her heart rate increased as heat rose into her cheeks, and she had to lift her backside off the seat to push down harder on the pedals. “You’re trying to kill me,” she managed to pant, drawing out a devilish smile in me.
I snorted, “Not kill. I’d never kill you. Besides, it’s too much fun tormenting you in the living realm.” I cocked my head to look at the timer. “Another five minutes, Stabby, you can do it.”
Her breath began to wheeze rapidly, reminding me of a woman in the heights of orgasm, which reminded me of Stabby strumming the banjo in front of the window, so I could see her.
My cock half-hardened just at the sight of her, sweaty forehead, peeking nipples, swinging black ponytail, and angry eyes that follow me everywhere.
“Speaking of stabby,” I grinned, “I see you’ve messed up Lev’s face with your little knife.”
“Yeah,” she growled, barely able to speak from the panting, “FAFO, man.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle every time she tried to act tough; it came across as cute and appealing, and I so fucking wanted to bend her over this bike and fuck her raw. Who cared if it was in front of an audience?
“Got your knife on you now?” I questioned, as the timer was up, and signaled her to get off the bike.
“Always,” she replied with certainty, but when I ran my eyes over her body, I couldn’t see any knife-shaped bulges.
“Why did you cut his face?” I asked as I led her to the Hip Abductor machine and lowered the weight, so it was easy to start with.
“Because he was being his normal cordial self,” she said sarcastically as she scrutinized the machine before sitting down.
“And the real reason?” I pressed, making motions with my hands for her to start pressing her thighs against the weights, so her legs opened and closed repeatedly.
In and out, spread and shut. There was a special reason why I chose this particular machine, and going by that black scowl on her face, she knew it.
I stood directly in front of her, so I could watch those legs work wonders while imagining myself slotted in between. I bet she felt good.
Her legs pushed in and out too easily, before I halted her and increased the weight. “Try now. And remind me again why you cut Lez’s face?”
“Because he kissed me,” her answer surprised me, and I cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Seriously?” I pushed to ensure she wasn’t taking the piss.
“Yes, seriously. Twice, actually,” she said, breathing harder, so I had her pumping the right weight.
“Twice, you say,” I said, rubbing my chin.
“Not at the same time. Different times. But he does find me irresistible, it seems,” she stated confidently, and I could tell she was trying to rouse jealousy in me.
I wasn’t jealous because he broke the rules and kissed her.
I was jealous because I hadn’t kissed her.
Now I wanted to kiss her more than ever.
“Yeah, well, he’s not the only one,” I mumbled.
“Huh?” she asked me to repeat what I said.
“Nothing,” I replied, as my mood darkened a little. “Two more.”
It took a lot for her to push those thighs to the limit, and when she finished, she shot me a dirty look. “Enjoying yourself, are you?”
“Yep,” I declared boldly. “Are you?”
“Not really,” she confessed, then stood up, “but it’s important to be strong for when I have to fight off my enemies.
” That statement backfired when she was forced to grab my arm to stop from collapsing to the floor from her thigh muscles spasming.
Her little hands kept traveling to her inner thighs in an attempt to ease the pain, but because she had an eager audience, she kept pulling away.
“Those thighs of yours are a little weak. I doubt you’ll be fighting too much with them,” I sniggered as she composed herself, unclenching her grip on my arm.
“Don’t intend to fight my enemies with my thighs,” she hissed, and I caught a smile on her pretty face before it vanished again, replaced by tight lips and a hate-filled gaze.
“Oh, damn, that’s a shame. Since I am one of your enemies, I would have liked you to strangle me with those suckers.
I can't imagine a better way to spend my final moments than having my face between your thighs,” I said calmly, watching her face carefully to gauge her reaction.
She turned away, hiding her face, which told me all I needed to know. “Next, the leg press.”
“What?” she protested. “Aren’t we done yet?”
“No,” I smirked, leading her to the machine and setting it to a lightweight to start; I’ll increase it if it’s too easy.
She climbed on board as I told her what to do, then after the third press, she said casually, “So, what are you hiding from the police?”
I looked at her blankly, pretending I didn’t understand her.
Lev said he warned her to stay quiet, but forgot to mention that he kissed her.
He wouldn’t usually tell me who he kissed or fucked, as that’s his business, but Adina was different.
We’re meant to watch over her without touching her, which has become quite challenging for Lev and me.
Honestly, I was similar to Bart Simpson; if someone tells me not to touch the hot heater, I’m gonna touch it just for the experience.
Same with Stabby. If Sickle warned us to keep our hands to ourselves so we don’t become emotionally involved with the daughter of the man who put our father in prison, I’m gonna touch her just for the experience.
“Ah, no,” I replied, knowing where she was going with this. “I’m six foot four with fists the size of cooked chickens, Stabby. I hide from no one.”
She scoffed as a single dribble trickled down her forehead, and I wanted to lick it off, “I don’t need your dating profile, thanks.
And fists the size of chickens? A bit of an exaggeration, ol’ Poultry Hands Warwick.
” She snorted at her own joke, which I didn’t mind.
Taking the piss out of me just to hear that pretty laugh was worth it. “Anyway, I was referring to the train-”
“How did your date go with the York fucker?” I interrupted, curious to see if she was disappointed that James York didn’t show.
“Poultry Hands is very nosy,” she spat. “The fact that you don’t like him makes me like James even more.”
Mixed feelings twisted in my stomach as she pressed her feet against the steel plate, grunting. I knew she was joking about James York to upset me, but it still bothered me.
“Did he show up?” I asked, giving her a knowing look, and she flipped me the middle finger.
“You know he didn’t, don’t you?” she hissed, then lowered her voice when a guy hovered nearby, throwing back a bottle of electrolytes like his life depended on it. “What did you do to him?”
“Nothing,” I answered innocently as I lost count of how many leg presses she’d done. Three or four? “Why would I go near him? Wait. Did you get stood up by the Yorkie?”
“Huh,” she scoffed at me again. “I wanted him not to show up.”
“Really? So he didn’t show up? Dumbass. He doesn’t know a good catch when he sees one,” I admitted, then caught an interesting look on her face. The hate-filled glare that I had been drilling holes into my skull was warming and softening to something more human. Could she be coming around to me?
“I’m not a fish,” he sighed, then stopped her reps. “That’s ten.”
“Alright, let’s do some upper body,” I suggested, then guided her over to the dumbbell stand. “Do you want to meet up later for dinner?”
“No,” she said far too quickly.
“Good. I’ll come around to Morgana at 6 PM. I’ve got a present for you,” I told her.
“Wait. I said no,” she snarled, and I cracked up laughing.
“I heard you, but we’re still having dinner tonight,” I firmly said, grabbing a couple of lightweight dumbbells and handing them to her.
“No, we’re not,” she murmured. “I won’t be home.”
“Yes, you will,” I gritted my teeth, towering over her to remind her who was in charge. “If you’re not in your room,” I spoke slowly, “I will climb up to your window, smash it, then destroy all of your possessions.”
“Fuck you,” she hissed like a spitting cobra, then threatened to drop a dumbbell on my foot, so I swiftly stepped away, struggling to keep a straight face. “You’re a liar. You’ve got a key to my room, so you don’t even need to smash my window, asshole.”
I feigned innocence, furrowing my brow and patting my chest. “Me? If only, Stabby, if only I had a key to your room, I’d sneak in every night to show you a good time.”
Her face was flushed and angry as hell, and I’d never want to fuck a girl more. “Where’s my gun?”
Again, faking innocence, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but as I said earlier, it’s not smart having a gun when the police are like ants on sugar.”
“Fine,” she said, dumbing the dumbbells down and wiping her sweaty hand on those thighs. “I’ll just send them to your frat house. I’ll just say there’s a gun hidden in The Lud up on the hill, near the Sport Science School. That’s what I’ll say.”
“Will you now?” I exclaimed, grabbing her arm just as she turned to walk away. “We’re not done.”
“Yes, we are,” she tried to release my grip on her, but it was impossible to fight against my will and strength. “I’ve got a class.”
I knew she was lying, but her fear seemed to make her hesitate.
I tightened my grip on her arm and pulled her sharply, causing her body to press against mine.
When those angry, scared eyes looked up at me, I cupped her cheek and gently stroked her skin with my thumb. “6 PM, Stabby. Tonight. Be there.”
She swallowed nervously, then grew distant as if thinking of an excuse to get out of it, but I was one step ahead of her.
“Got it? Be there, or I will break into your room and destroy every fucking thing in there. You know I will do it, Stabby. You know what I am capable of, Stabby. I am my father’s son.”
She nodded, still gazing up at me soulfully, and I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear. What did you just say?” I pressed, cocking my head to the side.
She exhaled and tugged on her arm, but I refused to let her go until she agreed to dinner.
Even if she didn’t agree, I would follow through on my threat and break into her room to destroy all of her possessions.
Then I would force her to have dinner with me; in fact, I’d physically shove the food down her throat if she refused.
But she won’t refuse because she is not stupid.
“Okay,” she said softly.
“Good.” I held my grip for a few seconds before letting her go, and she stormed off. “Remember, I’ll be coming for you if you don’t.”
As I watched her walk away, her sweet ass bouncing in tight sweatpants, I kept hoping she would turn back and look at me.
I was mentally urging her to turn around and look at me, look back, look back, but as she entered the locker room, she kept her head turned.
That, more than anything else, infuriated the living shit out of me.