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“Prove it.” West didn’t back down.

After a brief stare-off, Lake heaved a sigh of annoyance. “Fine. I won’t screw him until you two have a turn, deal?”

“Define, screw?” Yejun leaned forward, laughing when Lake glared. “All right, all right. That’s good for me.” He turned to West. “You?”

“Everything else is on the table,” Lake quickly reiterated before West could answer. “The only thing I’m agreeing to is not penetrating his hole with my dick until you’ve both done the deed. Got it?”

“Poor Firebird,” Yejun made an expression like he actually meant it even though he didn’t. “He’s going to have an awful time at Foxglove, isn’t he.”

“Or the best time ever,” West corrected, challenging Lake with that statement. “I’m a phenomenal lay. If I take the lead here, we’ll have him eating out of the palm of our hands in no time.”

“No,” Lake snapped.

“See, that,” Yejun pointed at him, “that possessive look in your eye? That’s what we’re worried about.”

“I’m not being possessive.”

“Not being self-aware is more like.”

“Are you two taking the deal or what?”

Sensing Lake was at his breaking point and this was as far as they were going to get, West grunted. “Yeah, brother. Yeah, we’ll take the deal.”

“So,” Yejun asked. “Who’s breaking the news to Nix that he’s got new owners?”

“I will,” Lake said.

“Better tell him quick,” West replied. “The clock is ticking. We’ll need to have a backup plan in place in case this doesn’t work out the way you want it to.”

It was a long shot if you asked West, but then, no risk no gain.

Judging by the way Lake had reacted the other night, it was safe to assume gaining Nix Monroe was more than worth it.

West could cause a stink and point out the obvious, how Lake was clearly trying to be underhanded here and was merely using the hacker as an excuse to tie Nix to him but…

What was Lake’s was West’s.

And Nix? Getting to feel that warm, wet mouth locked around his cock again?

Yeah.

He could live with that.

Chapter 8:

Nix wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting.

He wasn’t naïve. It wasn’t like he’d imagined riding in on some white horse, solving the mystery like a master detective from those children's stories his dad had read to him as a kid and being revered by his family for his efforts. He’d never tricked himself into thinking it would be easy, and he’d never lied to himself about what this was at its core.

He wasn’t here for justice.

He was here for vengeance.

Which was why it was so surreal to be sitting in the cafeteria, seated across from Grady, a tray of the same quality food he could have had at his previous school on the table before him. The chatter he picked up on here and there was all the usual as well, the same college bullshit. This person cheated on so and so. This one started dating blah blah. Did Sarfa fail the pop quiz today? What kind of asshole professor gives a pop quiz on the second day of school?

With each passing sentence, Nix felt the weight on his shoulders grow heavier and heavier.

He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting.

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