Surge - Maya Nicole Page 0,19
you to fall to your knees in submission like an omega wolf."
"I think their kink is being utter assholes." I dropped my bag on the ground next to him. "Being hot isn't an excuse for the way they've been toward me. I don't care who they are or how much money they have."
They'd have to buy me a thousand roses and a five-carat diamond for me to even consider one of them. Not that any of them were interested in me. They were just trying to mess with me and break me.
"Have you told them that?" Aiden cocked a brow and then smirked when I just stared blankly at him. "Be firm with them. Guys like them will take advantage of weakness in a heartbeat. Put them in their place."
I turned and moved closer to take photos. The yearbook had excellent cameras and zoom lenses for me to stay a safe distance from the pool. Even being close to it was making my breath hitch a little.
Swimming was one of the more difficult sports to get good shots of because of the water. I started snapping photos of the swimmers in the water and those standing around preparing to get in.
I zoomed in on the Tritons, who were still clustered together. Jax handed something to Morgan and he put it in his mouth. I held the button down to take burst shots, and not a second later, Jax handed the same thing to Blake.
Whatever had just happened, I had captured it, and an odd satisfaction washed over me. They surely wouldn't take drugs in plain sight, would they? Drugs would certainly explain how they dominated the pool like they did.
I stayed for another fifteen minutes before calling it a day. I didn't need to stay for the whole practice. The real magic would come when they had a meet.
"What do you mean she turned her car in?" I clutched my phone in my hand and felt the instant need to throw up.
"She was leasing it and turned it in to the car dealership. They gave her a ride to the airport. They don't remember much other than she seemed sad. I'm going to reach out to the airlines tomorrow and see what they say. Do you know of anyone she had issues with?"
"No, but the oil spill..." I sighed and propped my elbow on the kitchen table where I had been working on an assignment. "There are some guys at my school who have been threatening me."
I filled in the detective on the past week and he said he was concerned. He suggested I speak to the administration or the school counselor so their parents could be contacted.
I'm sure that would go over well.
There was a reason they were called the Tritons. They were virtually untouchable. Their parents invested a lot of money into the school, including the upgrades to the facilities and to academic and sports programs. We were essentially a private high school without tuition.
After hanging up the phone, I checked my emails again, and the spam folder, to make sure I didn't miss an email from my father or someone at his company. I had tried every email available on the company's website, hoping it would make its way to him.
The doorbell rang, and I jumped in surprise. I considered not answering, but the doorbell sounded again. I went to the living room window and carefully lifted a blind slat to peek.
Blue eyes met mine, and I cursed. I backed away from the window and nearly fell over the arm of the couch. Why was Jax at my door and how did he know where I lived?
He rang the doorbell again and I went back to the dining room and grabbed my phone to send him a text.
Me: Leave me alone.
Jax: I need to talk to you.
Me: There's nothing to talk about. I'm calling the police.
I stood frozen for a minute and then walked as quietly as humanly possible back to the window to peek out. My shoulders relaxed. He was gone.
I turned and screamed. Jax was standing in the middle of the living room with a triumphant smile on his face.
I darted around the coffee table away from him, but he seized my arm. I picked up the first thing I could get my hands on and hit him with it. The sound of plastic against bone made me flinch.
He let me go with a grunt and rubbed his jaw. "Fuck, Riley. I'm not going to