at once. So I lashed out as each of them broke free of my restraint. It was why I’d had to drag her out into the woods with that gun. And why I’d had to kiss her the moment I realised I wasn’t going to pull the trigger. The push and pull I felt towards her was blinding. I just didn’t know which piece of my soul I was going to cave in to from one day to the next.
Saint didn’t wait to check if the Unspeakables were following us as he unlocked the door and we headed into Aspen Halls, but I noticed Bait peeling away from the group and scurrying off. Probably a clever move in all honesty.
We strode along dark corridors and the sound of many footsteps following were punctuated by sniggers of laughter from the footballers as they came to find out what we might do next.
We moved straight past the abandoned secretary’s desk and up to the oak double doors which hid Brown’s office.
Saint unlocked it with one of his keys and I smirked as we sauntered into the wide space. The smell of old coffee and older books hung in the room and I glanced at the bookcases lining the walls for a moment before my attention settled on the mahogany desk which took up most of the space before the window.
Brown had a brightly coloured baseball bat hanging on his wall, signed by every member of the Sequoia Black Bears and sitting in pride of place like he was claiming to be their friend or something. I bet he’d just bought the thing on eBay. I doubted any of the signatures were even real.
All of us had been hauled in here more than once for a dressing down from our noble head, and it was beyond time for us to remind him who the fuck he was dealing with. We were the next generation of men destined to rule his little world and it was past time he adjusted to that fact.
“C’mon in, Deepthroat,” Kyan called, that darkness in his gaze deepening as he moved forward and ripped the plastic packaging off of the first pack of toilet paper.
The girl in question sidled in, her eyes wild with fear and pathetically, still a hint of lust aimed at Kyan too. That shit was sad. He’d made her life hell since the incident and in all honesty, I was surprised she hadn’t transferred schools. Saint had wanted her expelled after the shit she’d pulled but Kyan refused, preferring to dole out his own punishment for what she’d tried to do to him.
I snorted a laugh as I moved to rip the plastic off of the other packs of toilet paper with Saint and started arranging them on Brown’s desk in the shape of a giant cock with knobbly toilet paper balls.
“On your knees, Deepthroat,” Kyan growled. “That’s your favourite spot after all.”
Deepthroat dropped down in front of him and I swear the girl was salivating at being so close to her dream of sucking him off. She had stalker issues for sure.
Kyan balled up the plastic wrapper in his hand. “Open wide.” She did, her graze drinking him in as he stood over her in his wifebeater with the muscles of his tattooed arms flexing. He’d never lost a drop of the rage he felt towards that girl and I could easily admit, I hadn’t either.
Kyan lurched forward and shoved the plastic wrapper straight into her mouth, forcing it to the back of her throat and snarling as she jerked away from him, choking on it.
I laughed but it wasn’t my old boisterous laugh, it was a dark and cruel thing which appreciated the girl’s suffering. Maybe that meant I was an asshole. But that girl had slipped Kyan a roofie, dragged him into her dorm room and gotten his pants half way off before he’d come to his senses enough to find her with her mouth wide and his cock in her hand. At the time he’d barely managed to get the fuck out of there. But the next day when he’d slept it off, the three of us had kicked in her door and found a stash of the pills alongside a huge collection of photographs of him which he hadn’t even known she’d taken. If she’d been a dude he probably would have beaten her to death, as it was, the three of us had done a damn good job of