Page 76 of Kingston

There’s no way. It can’t be, can it?

The racing of my heart penetrates my eardrums. A thready pulse of fear. My stomach flips with a warning, shoving the truth before my eyes.

Will always was dropping his phone. We used to joke about his butterfingers. That’s why I’d suggested he get a heavy-duty cover for it—one just like this, same brand, color, and everything.No.Hands shaking, it takes me longer to pry the case off than it should. A sinking feeling rolls around in my gut as I turn it over to look at the back. I’m gonna be sick to my stomach. The rainbow “Born this Gay” sticker I gave Will—over a year ago—before he left to come here is stuck on the back of the phone. He’d hidden it there because he wasn’t ready to come out to anyone but me.

Why does Kingston have Will’s phone? My head pounds with confusion.

The ugly truth is here, solid and secure in my palm. It’s as real as the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins. There’s no denying the implication.

Kingston.

Cannon.

Archer.

They made me trust them. And realizing I’ve been played is going to leave a scar on me far worse than the silvery-white lines along my thighs.

I came into this brotherhood with one purpose—to find out what happened to my friend. But somehow, I’ve fallen into a trap. The evidence is right here in my hand. There’s no way they don’t know what happened to him.

Well, fuck them! I vow to play their sick, twisted game until I discover what they know. Even if I break my heart in the process.

Betrayal cuts deep, but my revenge will cut deeper.

TO BE CONTINUED …