Chapter 28
McCarthy's
McCarthy's is the new "It" place to be. But then again, every spot is hot when the Fearless show up. I wonder what Janet thinks about Benji’s apparent obsession with our Georgia?
The week flies by, and we barely have time to see each other except when we pass out from exhaustion each night. We take our midterms, and I thankfully still have all A's. I smile as I turn off my laptop from checking my grades. I've got to keep this momentum going for the next three or so years.
I check all my social media platforms for the first time this week. I blush crimson when I see Jake's Instagram post from the first night we made love. I'm convinced he's perfect. He posted a cute picture of us. With a caption that read:
She was a storm, not the kind you run from, but the kind you chase.
-R.H. Sin
I don't think I could love him any more than I do now.
He's a great guy and so sweet. I'm so thankful he's not trying to keep me a secret.
I sigh and try to muster up the motivation to get ready.
I'm nervous about tonight. So many things could go wrong in our quest to dethrone the king pin of the Longhorn Nation.
It will take more than just tonight to bring him down, but tonight is the beginning of everything. Tonight we fight back.
I go through my new panty drawer at Jake’s.
He went crazy and bought me everything new.
I laugh to myself. He said these came without drug dealers' paw prints.
We now share a closet and a bathroom. I have three drawers, counting the drawer that holds my scantily clad new panties.
He thinks that since Asshat went through my things, they are now somehow tainted.
I laugh again thinking about how his face is almost comical when he goes on the Benji is an Asshat and a panty ruiner tirade.
While I feel violated, that doesn't mean I'm not going to wear my other things still.
Not any of the panties, though. Jake already threw them away anyway.
I still can't believe Benji did what he did.
I made Jaxon show me the video during our cram Bio study sessions before midterms. Jake hasn't seen them yet, and I begged all the guys not to bring it up again.
Jake will want to kill Benji deader than dead if he ever sees what actually happened.
Not only did Benji take my underwear, but honest to God, he smelled them before placing them in his pocket.
I'm not smelling anyone's underwear, not even Jake’s!
I was so embarrassed that I went ten shades of red.
It made me freakin' holler, which earned me a disdainful look from the librarian.
I bet she would have felt that way, too, if someone had smelled her panties before stealing them, but I couldn't very well ask her that.
I haven't said anything to Jake or anyone else, but Benji has been obsessively staring at me again.
I'm not sure what his endgame is, but I don't want mine to be in chains in his basement.
He gives me the creeps. I'm scared that when I gave him attention at the party during the first part of the semester, he misconstrued it for more than what it was, and he hasn't taken the hint that I will never be his.
I think it's every girl's dream for a guy to become obsessed with her somehow or other, but this is not what I had imagined in my daydreams. First of all, it's Benji and not Jake that's obsessed. Second, his creepy friend Jeffery stares almost as much as he does. It's terrifying.
I've watched too many true crime shows to ever want to end up being the star of one.
I need to be smart about every move I make.
I can't wind up a pawn in this game of deception that Benji has created for us.
In my free time, I've been researching everything on the internet about Benji and his crime lord of a father.
I need to take charge and be the hunter before I become their prey.
His dad, "The Enforcer" Bianchi, is 55 years old.
There are no recent pictures of him that I could find, at least. Only ones from the beginning when he was building his empire.
I don't know what he looks like now, and I hate to admit it, but "grandpa" was a stud!
I can see how he could have easily seduced Benji's mom.
Benji is the, albeit preppy, spitting image of his dad.
From what I understand, the evil empire started in the Jersey Shores, circa 1988, when he killed the three heads of the Vito crime family and took over.
He strong-armed the remaining members and became their boss.
Decades later, he's known as a ruthless dictator.
If he wants it, he goes and gets it, no matter who or what stands in the way. He sounds crazy and all kinds of scary.
Done with my research for the day, I take my shower and nervously get ready. I'm not sure what to expect tonight. Will we catch him? Will we be able to film anything that goes down? My phone vibrates and it's my love.
Hi Babe! Heading home from the field. Ily.
I smile. Jake's kinda my favorite.
Hurry! ILYM
What to wear? I go through my side of the closet and get a naughty idea.
I pull the black leather skirt Sasha got me out.
Jake will have a cow when he sees this and will try to ban me from wearing it.
I love his caveman-ness, even if it drives me crazy sometimes.
In the end, I will win the fight. We're a team, not a dictatorship.
I pair it with a flowy red tank and black kitten heels.
The tank is not too big but had just the right amount of flow.
I do minimal make-up, but I do decide on winged liner and red lips, the exact color of my tank.
Jake burst through the door, startling me.
I expected the desire filled expression now on his face. He saunters over. "Don't touch me. I love you, but you are sweaty and stinky."
He looks affronted. "You don't mind it when I'm sweaty, and you're writhing beneath me."
Okay. The room just got twenty degrees hotter. Damn Jake, with his good looks and sexual innuendos. I smile and sit up from my new vanity in his room. His eyes bulge out of his head, and he crosses his arms menacingly. "So, I guess we're staying in tonight?"
I place my hand on my hips. I almost feel sorry for him. Jake is oblivious to the fact that a southern woman doesn't fight fair. I give him my best "bless your heart" smile. It's a sweet genteel smile that only we know how to give. Victory will shortly be all mine.
"Baby. Let me let you in on a little secret. I'm going to McCarthy's with or without you. I wore this mini skirt just for you. While one or two others may admire it tonight, you're the only one who will ever be able to touch what's underneath."
I see the bulge in his pants, and I know I have him. My smile widens, but a blush creeps up on my skin. This skirt makes me feel like such a seductress. "Now go get ready, baby, and if you're really sweet tonight, I'll keep on this skirt while I ride you into oblivion."
He growls and runs into the bathroom to start his shower. I laugh and text a picture of me in my newfound skirt to Sasha.
Thanks! I love it.
I bet someone else does too.
He about lost his mind when he saw me in it. Whatcha wearing tonight hot stuff?
A blue mini dress with cowgirl boots!
Yeehaw little Mama! Save a horse ride a Dallas!! Lol!
Exactly!
Jake puts on his jeans and a bright blue shirt. I love a guy in blue. "You look handsome, Hunny." He grabs me in his arms and twirls me around. I laugh, but he's still slightly moody.
"Thanks. Baby, you look so damn hot. I will have to beat the hell out of so many guys tonight." Doubtful, but I don't say it out loud. Jake grabs his keys, and we all head out. I whistle whenever I see Sasha coming out of Dallas' room. She laughs and slaps me on the butt.
We pull up to McCarthy's, and country music is booming from inside. It's a two-story bar on the waterfront and has a deck and porches that go all the way around. We will have to come back here when we don't have a Benji agenda.
I see Benji before he sees me and he's dancing with Janet.
Does she know what kind of person he is?
Fire burns all the way down to my belly.
We've got to take him down before he can hurt us.
The importance of tonight's mission is settling on my shoulders.
We will do this. We have to. Our very lives could depend on our success.