The Order: Hit and Run by Emma Cole Page 0,20
and blue eyes. A tendril of grief snakes its way around my heart, crushing in its intensity, as I struggle for composure. I try so hard to avoid any triggers that might lead to a breakdown, and if today is any indication, being here is going to be more difficult than ever on my emotions.
I wait, silently weeping for all I've lost until I hear the girls depart, and the noises cease on the other side of my door, before getting up from where I'd stationed myself in front of it on the floor. After splashing cold water on my face, I find my list of things I still need to do and hook my purse over my head and across my body before braving leaving the tentative safety of my room.
Cracking the door and finding the area in my line of sight clear, I quietly slip into the living room, making sure to keep the knob twisted then slowly releasing it so that it catches without a sound. Muffled music is coming from what I think is Ash's door, and other than that, it doesn't appear anyone is around.
Halfway to the door, I remember Jag's warning about going around without an escort. Him and Riggs have been complete assholes, and I'm not sure if Ash's music is covering up naked activities, but I don't particularly want to find out. Drake has been okay, but even though him and Damien were first cousins and not actual brothers, it's still enough to wig me out. Which leaves me with Blaise.
If there was ever one of the guys that I hadn't gotten along with, it was him. And to find his room I’m going to have to pick one of three doors. I'm fairly certain the one directly next to me is Jaeger's and the other door a small closet. Beyond that is Ash's with the music. Feeling like an idiot, I move to the door next to Jaeger's and press my ear to it, trying to decide if there's anyone in there. When it's silent, I tap a couple times and wait. No response comes, and I move to the next. Noises seem to be coming from inside, and I knock, this time getting an answer.
The door swings open, and a scowl settles onto Blaise's face. "What do you want, Cora?"
Spitting it out before he slams the door in my face, I tell him, "Jag said I can't leave the rooms without one of you escorting me, and I need my things out of my car. Please." I add on the last when he steps back, and my foot moves forward.
With his raised brow and direct stare at the offending appendage, it's hard to maintain my confidence. But him being pissy is better than any of the alternatives. Waiting for someone else or not getting my things. Neither will work with classes tomorrow.
"What's in it for me?" I raise shocked eyes to his hard ones.
"Are you extorting me over something I have no choice in?" I'm not really surprised, but damn. "How much? I'm not exactly well off, but I can swing twenty bucks if you're going to be an ass about it." Devilment lights his eyes.
"Oh, Cora. I don't need your money. I was thinking something more along the lines of--" He brings his fist up and pokes his tongue into his stubble-covered cheek as he mimes the universal motions of a blow-job.
Without thought, my foot comes straight out to kick him in the shin. I'd have aimed higher, but the door is in the way.
"Fucking pig! Screw you, Blaise!" I turn on my heel to stalk to Ash's door, uncaring what state I might find him in at this point. Except dumbass can't keep his mouth shut.
"If you insist," he calls out. "Hey, can we do bareback since I don't have to worry about knocking you up? I have it on good authority you're clean, barren, and a good lay."
Shame, sorrow, and finally fury ignite in my veins. Grabbing a standing lamp and heading in Blaise's direction is the last thing I remember. After the haze clears, I find myself being held back by both Drake and Ash in Blaise's destroyed bedroom with a bent and broken lamp pole on the floor at my feet. Kinda like me.
It takes a few quick blinks to register the mess, and I don't know what to say. The shock of losing it so badly is quickly overshadowed by the fact that I