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“That’s subtle,” Finn says, snickering.

“Yeah, well, it gets the point across,” I say, stepping back to admire our handiwork.

The statue’s a mess, paint dripping everywhere. Perfect.

“Let’s get out of here before someone sees us,” Logan says, already moving toward his car.

Back at the clearing, Red Mask and Black Mask are waiting again.

“You’ve proven you can take risks,” Red Mask says, his voice steady.

“And you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty,” Black Mask adds.

Finn crosses his arms. “So, are we in or what?”

“Not yet,” Red Mask says, a sly smile in his tone.

“Of course not,” Logan mutters. “What now?”

Black Mask steps forward, his voice dropping to a near-whisper.

“For your final task, you must each fuck a virgin.”

There’s a beat of silence, then Finn laughs.

“You’re shitting me,” he says.

“We’re not,” Red Mask says firmly. “You have 48 hours. Bring proof.”

I arch a brow. “Proof? What the hell does that mean?”

Black Mask smirks. “We’ll know if you’re lying.”

Logan throws up his hands. “Evidence? This is insane.”

“No,” I say, a slow grin spreading across my face. “This is perfect.”

Finn gives me a curious look. “Why’s that?”

I shove my hands in my pockets, still grinning.

“Because I know exactly who I’m going after.”

Chapter 11

Dad slams his coffee cup down on the table. “The dean’s losing his goddamn mind this morning.”

I glance up from my phone, eyebrows raised. “Why?”

He levels me with a look like I should already know. “Brotherhood shit. You didn’t hear about the statue?”

“What statue?”

“The hawk. Vandals spray-painted it last night.”

My stomach flips, but I keep my expression neutral. “What’s the Brotherhood?”

Dad gives me this exasperated look, like he can’t believe he’s explaining it to me. “A secret group some of the players join. Been around forever, though they think it’s more mysterious than it is. The whole campus knows about them.”