I just stare at him, crossing my arms over my chest. I’m not a fucking rat, but I’m also not going to lie for Matt. He stepped out of line. We have rules that we have to abide by. Otherwise, what in the fuck are we doing here? I’m not killing for sport. I do what needs to be done. Period.
Lincoln sighs, running his hand down his face. He’s clearly stressed. “You’re on probation, Matt.”
“What?” He jumps to his feet. “What the fuck, Linc? You know that’s bullshit!”
“I know that you killed a very important bitch!” Lincoln snaps, getting in his face. “And now I have to clean up your mess!”
“Who the fuck was she?” Matt demands.
“That’s none of your business!” Lincoln shouts in his face.
“You just said she was important,” he argues.
“Get the fuck out of my office, Matt, before I strip you of your Lord title!” he screams, pointing at the door.
Matt spins around and shoves the chair over before he storms out, slamming the door behind him.
I push up off the armrests and turn to exit as well.
“Wait, Ryat,” Lincoln growls.
I turn to face him, and he plops down behind his desk. “I need to know what happened.” He links his fingers together on the surface.
I say nothing.
“Goddammit,” he hisses, leaning back in his seat. “You have to give me something.”
“I did what was required of me. He’s dead,” I say simply.
He nods once. “So, Matt killed the woman.”
I look away from him and grind my teeth. They already suspected it was Matt, but I just confirmed it. This is why I don’t fucking talk.
“I’m not sure what to do, Ryat,” he states.
I look back at him, and he tilts his head from side to side, contemplating his next move. “I could put you on probation as well.”
I fist my hands, not really all that surprised. I figured they’d punish me in order to get me to talk. Then he reaches over and pushes a button on his office phone. “Send him in.”
The door opens behind me, and I see a man walk in. I don’t know him personally, but I’ve heard of him. His list of bodies is a mile long. A sadistic son of a bitch. He killed three of his brothers his senior year. Everyone in the house of Lords feared him. He’s a legend, really.
“Ryat Archer?” He reaches out his right hand to me.
“Yes, sir.” I do the same and shake it.
He gestures for me to sit back down in my seat, so I do. “What is this about?” I ask, looking back and forth between the two men.
“Well, son …” He sits on the leather couch, unbuttoning his black suit jacket. “I’d like a favor from you.”
I lean forward, placing my elbows on my thighs. This is how they’ll get me to talk? Threaten to put me on probation and then ask me for a favor? In return, I ask to no longer be on probation. “And what will I get in return?”
He throws his head back, laughing, making his body shake. Then he looks over at Lincoln. “I like this kid.”
“Told you,” Lincoln says cryptically.
“The Lords are all about accommodating their brothers who are willing to go above and beyond.” He leans back, getting comfortable. “So, Ryat … the real question is, what is it that you want?”
I sit in my black W Motors Lykan Hypersport, tucked back in the parking lot of Blake’s apartment complex. It sits right off campus.
The first thing you are taught when becoming a Lord is that you do your intel. You think of every scenario that gives you an advantage to win.
The light flips on in her bedroom, and I sit up straighter when she walks past her window, finally arriving home. Stopping in the corner, she reaches down and lifts her shirt up and over her head. My cock grows hard instantly as I watch the motion cause her hair to fall over her back.
It doesn’t matter that I can only see her shadow. It’s good enough. For now.
Walking out of sight, I see another light come on in an adjoining room, her bathroom. I’ve been watching her enough to know the layout of her apartment. It’s even harder to see through the stained glass, but still enough to make out the side view of her large breasts. The curve of them and her flat stomach followed by her great ass.
“Fuck.” I unzip my jeans and pull out my dick. Spitting on my hand, I slowly start to stroke it, imagining I have one hand in her hair that’s shoving her mouth on my cock.
She steps in what I know is her shower, and I see water spraying onto her body. Closing my eyes, I pick up the pace with my hand and see her on her knees inside the shower. Her pretty blue eyes look up at me while her parted lips just beg to be fucked.