Page 67 of The Revenge You Seek

Ismile down at our conversation before glancing up at her window. She's disappeared, but I know she's there. Thinking about me. About last night.

Reaching down, I rearrange myself.

Fuck, if I don't want a repeat. Although suspecting that she spent the night with a Dunn makes me question myself.

What happened after I left?

Whose bed did she sleep in? I might have left her in Luca's room, but Leon was the one to bring her back.

She probably won't believe a word of it, but I haven’t actually been hanging around her dorm all morning waiting for her.

Yeah, so I broke into her room with Ellis's help, but I wasn't actually waiting for her, that was just good fucking timing.

I wait to see if she's going to reply to my demand, but after two minutes, I get nothing.

Part of me wants to go up and see if she's followed orders, but I already know she hasn't. She makes a habit out of defying me and I don't expect her to change now.

I take off running, which was the reason for my trip around campus this morning, but not five minutes into it, my cell starts to ring.

Hoping it's her, I slow to a stop and pull it from my pocket.

I knew it was wishful thinking but disappointment floods me when I find the name of the person who's actually calling.

Victor fucking Harris.

"Yes," I bark. I would ignore it, but I know it's not worth it. If he wants me, he'll get to me one way or another.

"I've got a job for you."

"We're done, Vic. Or have you forgotten our deal?"

He laughs, and while it might make some of his boys cower, it does little to affect me.

They all might think he's God, but I know different. He's weak, hiding behind his money. But his power is nothing more than a reputation he's bought over the years.

The only person anyone needs to be scared of is Reid. And that motherfucker would take a bullet for me.

"No, I haven’t.”

“I've upheld my end, now it's time for you to do the same."

"All that can go away with one phone call from me, boy. Don't forget that."

"Don't fucking threat—"

"One job. It's Alana."

"I don't give a shit who it is."

"And I don't give a shit about what you think. I'll send you the details. You know the drill."

"But I've got—practice," I mutter the final word because he's already hung up. Cunt.

With one final look at Letty's dorm building, I take off in the opposite direction.

By the time I get back to the house, every muscle in my body aches.

"What the fuck is with the face?" Devin asks as I storm into the kitchen for a bottle of water.