Page 55 of Distorted Obsession (The Distorted Trilogy #1)

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“You two couldn’t wait to get her behind closed doors?” Mason huffs, taking a seat next to me.

My brother, being the ass that he is, snorts, “And miss the opportunity we just had. I think not, my friend.”

“What he said,” Liam adds, and I have to fight the itch to roll my eyes.

I won’t lie. Seeing Eva free like that was different than how she is when we’ve been with her. She let down her guard, like that night she fucked Liam and that girl, Savannah at the welcome back party.

“I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t need to rub one out, I’m just not sure that I like the way those assholes were looking at her,” Mason states.

“He has a point,” I chime in. “Chad looked like he was seconds away from coming in his pants while Thad and Brad screwed some sorority girls visiting from Lincoln-Wood.”

Cooper’s nostrils flare at that revelation.

Like me, I find he is becoming increasingly possessive of the girl we love to hate and refuse to ever like, much less love.

She’s the means to our revenge. Through her, the four of us get the vengeance that we seek.

That doesn’t stop me from being happy that we turned off the cameras and that we had a no-cellphone policy.

All phones except for the Heirs’ and Teag’s were locked away in a room that only Coop or I had access to.

“We accomplished the mission we set out to do. She’s completely oblivious to everything we’ve been doing,” I smugly state while I shoot off a text.

Me: Is everything ready?

Teag: Yup. But I’d like to remind you that I will tell you I told you so when all of this blows up in your faces

Me: That’s not gonna happen Teag

Teag: Sure it’s not. That’s why you’re destroying that bitch Tricia’s family

Teag: Because you hate Eva soooooo much

Me: Just let me know when it’s done

Returning my attention to the people in the room, I listen as they discuss what we could do next.

“I have pictures from her time at Meridian Retreat & Spa,” Mason announces, dropping a thumb drive on the table.

Grabbing it, I plug it into my laptop, bringing the images up on the screen. We scroll through each one, seeing nothing worthy of exposure. I click to the next photo, and my eyes widen, and my mouth drops open.

“What the fuck? ” Cooper shouts, his expression matching all of ours. Shock is an understatement in this instance.

What the fuck indeed.

My astonishment wanes, and I finally find the ability to speak. “Isn’t that?—”

An ear-splitting scream cuts me off, forcing my focus away from the person on the monitors.

Brushing the interruption off as a drunk sorority girl, I prepare to ask my question, wanting to confirm I’m not the only one who recognized them.

“Th-th… dead body. There’s a f-f-fuck-ing d-d-dead girl covered in blood,” the girl shrieks.

We look at each other before we’re on our feet, rushing out of the room.

It can’t be Eva . We sent her home, but my worry pushes me to confirm it’s not our zīna l-m????? .

“Clear the house,” Cooper instructs a few of our frat brothers, but I don’t wait to confirm if they’ll follow instructions. Anxiety is riding me harder than a rodeo cowboy on a bucking bull.

Luckily, only a small group of people are standing outside when we arrive.

Elbowing past them, I lunge inside, my heart thumping practically out of my chest when I finally see who’s lying dead on the bed.

The tight set of my shoulders loosens, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Oh, thank fuck. It’s only Candace,” Coop exclaims, showing zero concern or sympathy for the very naked and brutally killed girl on the bed. There’s no judgment from me, though. And by the look on Liam’s and Mason’s faces, they don’t feel anything either.

Their lack of reaction raises my suspicion, reminding me that we still don’t know everything about these two men we’ve teamed up with in order to get our revenge.

Assessing the room, I mentally kick myself for not having at least one camera during the party. Grumbling, I note potential clues. However, we need to kick these assholes out of here before we do anything else. There are too many probing eyes.

When I look, I notice the small crowd around the door, blocking the entrance. “Everybody get the fuck out,” I snarl. “And if I hear one peep about this, I’ll end your entire bloodline for five lifetimes.”

They scamper away, muttering their disbelief.

Rushing past them, I block their way. “I said not another fucking word.” This time, I stand with my arms crossed, glaring them down. “That means not a fucking syllable should form and no tongue should roll, unless you looking for an assisted suicide.”

With my final warning, they stumble down the hallway before flying down the stairs. One person trips, taking at least three people down with them. “Fucking imbeciles,” Liam snorts, pulling my attention to where he’s perched against the wall.

I nod my agreement, striding back into the room.

“This was an interesting way to go,” Cooper remarks as I stand at the foot of the bed.

Liam enters, stopping beside me. “I wonder who she pissed off,” he states.

If we weren’t each other’s alibi, I’d have us at the top of the list.

“After the stunt she pulled, I was going to kill the bitch myself,” I confess, peering down at Candace’s body. Her throat is sliced clear to the hyoid, her nipples are missing, and “she’s mine” is carved across her stomach.

“You have to admit they get points for creativity. But they lose points because they could’ve done so much more,” Cooper quips.

Shaking my head, I turn slowly, observing the surroundings. “Whoever did this was efficient as fuck. The blood is only in this area, with minimal blood splatter on the walls.” I point to the floor. “And there’s no bloody footprints.”

“Who the fuck is ‘she’?” Mason mutters.

This puzzles me as well. Candace is annoying by default and is easily one of the biggest bullies on campus. Outside of her goon squad no one can really stand the bitch. The list of people who could want her dead for messing with someone they like is probably slim. But not slim enough, apparently.

Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I take one more look around before I utter, “As long as it’s not Eva, I can’t find a reason to care.” Then, I exit the room. It’s time to contact the Heirs. Hopefully, they haven’t made it too far.