Evil Boys (Spine Ridge University)
Evil Boys: Chapter 13

The next day

After a long day of school, I head upstairs and open my safe to check the money we still have left. Twenty thousand. And only one day left.

I sigh out loud and shut the door of the safe, pounding it with my fist.

God-fucking-dammit. How am I gonna keep this up? There’s gotta be a better solution.

Suddenly, I hear some giggling from farther down the hallway, and the sound makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. That definitely sounded like Milo … but he’s not laughing because of me, which means he’s found a new obsession.

Grinding my teeth, I stalk through the hallways, approaching his room with rage flooding my bones. But I come to a grinding halt in the doorway.

He’s watching some video on his laptop of a girl being knee-fucked by someone in her room. Someone wearing a Phantom mask.

And he’s jerking off to it.

My nails dig into the wood. “What are you doing?”

His hand stops moving, and his head slowly tilts, eyes looking like he sees a ghost.

“Uh …”

My eyes narrow. “Are you looking at a woman?”

“Well …” He shrugs. “You know I swing both ways.”

Approaching him, I place my hand on his shoulder and clasp his cheeks with one hand to turn his head and make him face the screen.

“Who. Is. That?”

“I don’t know. Kai’s crush,” he says, swallowing.

My eyes twitch. “Since when does Kai have a crush?”

He’s still holding his dick. “Does it matter?”

“How did you get this video?”

“Kai put a camera in her room when she was sleeping,” he answers. “I just stole access to the feed. It was easy enough because he put her name as the password.” He sniggers like it’s funny, but nothing about this is funny to me.

“That …” I look closer. “That’s Felix’s sister.”

The sight of her makes me want to ram my fist into his screen. But that wouldn’t help us now.

Milo smirks. “I guess. Is that bad?”

This is a recording from a couple of days ago. Both of them are somewhere else now, doing God knows what.

“Is he with her now?”

“I don’t know. He could be.”

“Hmm …”

The thought of one of our own fornicating with the sister of the enemy is making me want to gouge some eyes out. But maybe … just maybe … we can use this to our advantage.

“He’s really going for it,” I murmur, looking at the video.

The way he’s touching her is quite sexy, actually. Violent, even for him. Almost like he hates her as much as he wants her. No wonder Milo can’t help himself.

“Wanna watch with me?” he says, licking his lips, and he brings his hand back down to his hard-on, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

I slap his hand away and grip his dick myself.

“You watch … And after you’re done, you’re gonna tell me everything you’ve seen, every inch of detail, anything and everything we might be able to use against her.”

He moans when I slide my hand up and down his length, rubbing the pre-cum all over until he’s wet and hard.

“It’s no fun if Kai’s the only one having fun … so why not fucking join him?”

“Fuck, I love this,” Milo groans as I keep going, but he’s about to drift, and I won’t let him.

I grip his chin and force him to look. “Look at them. Look at them fuck around. Do you want a taste of her too?”

He nods, his dick bobbing up and down. He thrusts into my hand, whimpering like he always does, and I love the sound.

“Are you willing to do anything for it?” I whisper into his ear.

“Yes, fuck yes,” he moans, already on the edge.

“Then you’ll help me, whatever it costs,” I say.

“What’s going on in that violent mind of yours?” he murmurs, breathing heavy breaths as I increase the pace.

“Sex, money, and death,” I whisper, and as he begins to throb, I point his hard-on at his face.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he mewls, and he releases all over his own face.

I pinch his cheeks together and make him look at her. “Make him do more with her, tape it all …”

“And then?” he says with ragged breaths, still delirious from his orgasm.

But all I can do is smile like the deviant I am. “We extort her.”

I turn his chair around and rip down my zipper. Pulling out my hard-on, I shove it into his wide-open mouth. “Now suck like your life depends on it.”

Lana

I walk around school, eyeing everyone I see to make sure they won’t try to jump me from behind. I don’t trust anyone. Not anywhere, and definitely not on this campus. All of these students could be Phantoms. Maybe they’re not a part of the fraternity, but they could definitely be working for them.

I feel antsy and on edge.

I haven’t slept properly in days, and I can’t get the feeling out of my mind that someone is messing with me.

Right in front of the biggest building are Brooke and Irina, chatting away with Crystal, another girl I recognize from Felix’s group. I don’t know her well, but she often hangs out with Felix’s girlfriend, Penelope. Well, he shares her with his friends Dylan and Alistair, so technically, she’s the girlfriend of all three.

Complicated, that’s for sure.

I walk in their direction, hoping they can take my mind off things, but before I can make it there, someone beats me to it.

And the sight of him runs my blood cold.

Milo.

I’d recognize that long figure and his red-dyed hair anywhere.

My feet freeze to the ground when he begins to talk with them.

What the …?

He smiles.

He’s actually fucking smiling at them.

This has to be either a joke or a trap.

My hands ball into fists. I march over, determined to make him eat my boot, but the moment our eyes connect, lightning practically crackles between us.

“Hey, Lana!” Irina says.

“Oh hey, Lana, didn’t see you there,” Brooke says.

But I grab them by the arms and drag them away from Milo. “Don’t talk to him.”

“What? Why?” Irina asks.

“Yeah, Lana, why can’t they talk to me?”

His voice grates on me already, and he’s right behind me too.

“I’m nice.”

Sure you are, Mr. “Nice guy” Killer.

“He’s a Phantom; they can’t be trusted,” I hiss. “You said it yourself.”

“But he’s only talking with us,” Brooke responds.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Crystal asks, approaching us.

“Just … don’t interact with any of them,” I tell my friends. “They’re … not good people.”

“You seem to know an awful lot about someone you don’t know,” Milo butts in.

I turn around to face him and shove my finger into his chest. “Stay away from them.”

“Or what?” He tilts his head, and that same wicked smile appears on his face again, his eyes glinting with excitement. “You gonna puncture me with that heel?”

“Don’t tempt me,” I growl.

He leans in. “You’re turning me on.”

One more word out of that mouth, and I swear to God I will personally castrate him.

“Go on … do it,” he eggs me on.

“What did you say to them?” I hiss.

“Afraid?” he muses.

Fuck. Is he going to tell them about what I did that night?

Or did he already fill them in, and are they all pretending they don’t know?

“Guys, guys,” Crystal says, pushing us apart. “Don’t fight. Can’t we all just be friends?”

“No,” I bark back.

“What’s going on here?”

A voice behind me makes chills run up and down my spine.

I know that voice.

“Oh hey, Nathan,” Crystal says, and she immediately runs to give him a big hug. “We haven’t talked in such a long time. How are you feeling? Is your leg better yet?”

“Much better,” he replies, and he crushes the can of Coke in his hands and shows off with a trick to punt it into the bin. “Almost back to normal.”

“Except for the finger,” Brooke mutters, but the glare he throws her makes her voice squeak. “Sorry.”

Nathan tucks his hand into his pocket. “You done here?” he asks Milo.

“Yeah … I’m finished.” Milo winks at me.

He actually fucking winks. That bastard.

But as they walk off, he throws me another glance over his shoulder.

The words that follow tilt me off my axis completely.

“If I were you, I’d get myself another knee to the pussy.”

I stare at my lunch, but whenever I think of swallowing a bite, I feel sick to my stomach.

Another knee to the pussy …

How did Milo know?

“Are you gonna eat that?” Jason asks, glaring at my sandwich like he wants to devour it.

I blink a couple of times, trying to process what he just said. Then I shake my head. “Take it. I’m not hungry.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he says, and he’s already stuffed all of it into his mouth like it’s all disappearing into a black hole.

I gaze at him and his knees, and I can’t help but wonder if he really did all of those amazing things while wearing that mask… or if it was someone else.

Someone like Milo.

As Jason swallows it down, he turns his head and grins. “What are you looking at?”

I shrug. “Uhhh …”

I’m not sure I want to tell him.

But I have to know.

“Can you do something for me?” I ask.

“Depends on what,” he replies, snorting.

“Kiss me like you did the other night.”

His brows furrow even more, his mouth still open, but then he shrugs and says, “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He leans in without grabbing me and presses a soft kiss onto my lips.

His lips …

My eyes widen as his mouth is still on mine, tingles spreading throughout my body.

The bad kind of tingles that make your skin feel icy cold.

This wasn’t the kiss.

Not that night he licked me, nor the night he choked me.

It wasn’t him.

I pull back, staring at him while fear and fire settle in my bones.

“What’s wrong?” Jason asks.

I scoot back my chair and get up.

“Lana?” he calls as I walk off, but I can’t say a word. I wouldn’t know what to say even if I could.

I head straight for the first bathroom I come across and shove open a stall, locking myself inside.

My mind spins around in circles like the water in this toilet bowl, and I feel like the world is flushing me down with it.

Until I get a text message.

I fish my phone from my pocket and check.

Unknown: Do you like it when he kisses you? Does he take your breath away like I would?

My manicured nails dig into the phone so far I can hear the screen protector crack.

It has to be him.

The dude who kissed and fucked with me that night …

He’s watching me.

Bursting out of the stall, I rush out of the bathroom and storm around campus until I replace Milo hanging outside near the fountain on his own, smoking a joint.

That motherfucker …

Is dead.

Milo

I’m enjoying the sun after a long day of schoolwork when a bull comes charging at me. And by bull, I mean the angriest black-haired beauty I’ve ever laid eyes on. Magnificent.

As I take another drag, the joint is ripped from my hands.

“You sent this, didn’t you?”

She holds up a phone, and I read the text.

Oh … interesting. Very interesting.

“Nope.” I steal the joint back out of her hand.

“Liar,” she says through gritted teeth and grabs my collar, dragging me toward her. “You’re the one who’s been climbing in my window to fuck with me, aren’t you?”

I snort. “What?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” she hisses. “I know it wasn’t Jason.”

“It was most definitely not me either,” I reply, amused she’d accuse me.

But good God, the way she grips my shirt is beyond exciting.

“Bullshit,” she growls right up in my face. “You’re the only one who knows…”

Oh … is she really going there in broad daylight? Now, it’s gotten even more interesting. “Knows what?”

I dare her to finish that sentence.

Her nostrils flare in the cutest, most violent kind of way. “I swear to God, I will pummel you right into the fountain.”

I smile. “We getting wet already? Oh, baby, I’m ready.” I run my fingers through my hair.

“Stop,” she hisses. “Just admit that it was you.”

“Except it wasn’t.”

“This text. You sent it,” she growls.

I take another drag, then chuck it in the fountain behind me. “Nope. Don’t believe me? I can put my number in your phone, and you can check.”

Her face changes with emotions every second, but she eventually releases me. Too bad, I liked how she kept me in a chokehold.

I hold out my hand until she finally gives me her phone, and I swiftly add my number to her contact list before she snatches it back again.

“Call the number,” I say.

When she does, my phone rings in my pocket.

And now she doesn’t just have my number … I have hers too.

I smirk when she checks the text message for the number.

“See?” My shoulders rise. “Not me.”

“Then who is it?” she barks. “I know it’s one of your Phantom buddies.”

“I don’t know,” I reply. “Could be anyone if you ask me.”

She grinds her teeth. “Stop lying to me. Who is it? Nathan?”

“I have no clue if you ask me,” I lie. “Though, judging from what they sent, they sound awfully … jealous.”

The rage in her eyes makes her look gorgeous.

She raises a fist and threatens me, but all I can do is smile. “Do it.”

Her brow furrows and she swallows.

“Hit me,” I say, licking my lips at the thought.

But instead, she releases me and shoves me away. “Fuck off. Don’t ever get in my way again.”

“Too bad, Lana … I was having so much fun with you,” I muse as she waltzes off.

But all she does is raise her middle finger.

And fuck me … What I wouldn’t give for her to stick it in my mouth so I can suck it.