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He rushed Rebel, body slamming him so hard that Rebel hit the ground. River tried to take advantage of having Rebel down by throwing a punch in his face. Everybody stopped what they were doing and turned to watch.

Rebel took the first punch but caught the second one. He twisted River’s wrist before sweeping his legs out from under him with a perfectly hooked foot. Back on his feet, Rebel grabbed River’s hair and jerked his head back.

“Are you willing to die for her, motherfucker?” he snarled. “Or is this just your way of fucking with me? You don’t want to know what I will do to you if you touch her.”

I bit back a yelp as Rebel’s fist smashed into River’s face. Was River only paying attention to me because he knew it would piss off Rebel? I needed to stay away from both of these guys. I didn’t want to be part of this shit.

Before the fight continued, a professor and a campus security guard rushed over to split them up. Both guys were pulled apart. That didn’t stop them from glaring daggers at one another.

“We’ll finish this at the graveyard on Saturday,” Rebel promised, straining against the security guard. “Be there or I’ll fucking hunt you down, and when I find you, I will take you apart piece by piece.”

“See you then, dick.” River let the professor drag him back toward the building. He seemed to have forgotten all about me once he snapped on Rebel.

Maybe I was nothing more than an object to fight over. Well, fuck that.

Once River was gone, the security guard released Rebel who immediately grabbed my arm. “I’d like to have a word with you, pet. It’s up to you if you want all of these people to be part of it or not.”

He didn’t give me much of a choice. Gathering my things, I let him lead me away. I knew Rebel well enough by now to know that I did not want any witnesses to this discussion.

We rounded the side of the building to a small grassy area littered with cigarette butts. Students snuck away to smoke over here where they wouldn’t be seen by faculty, unless the campus guards happened upon them. One guy stood there smoking but quickly vacated when Rebel jerked a thumb, indicating for him to get lost.

As soon as we were alone, Rebel clutched a handful of my sore, swollen ass cheek. “Do I really need to remind you who you belong to? What kind of game are you playing with River Harris? Are you trying to get him killed?”

I sucked in a breath, making a squeak of pain. Slapping his hand away, I snapped, “You think I’m the one playing games? Pretty funny accusation coming from you. Maybe I like him. Did you ever consider that? He’s not an uptight psychopath like you.”

“No, he’s worse,” Rebel fired back. “He’s a killer for hire. You have no idea the things he’s done for a price. He’s using you to get to me, Storm. Don’t you see that?”

My jaw dropped. Rage filled me until I was shaking. “He’s the one using me? He’s not the one who came to my room last night, patted me on the head like a dog after, and then flicked a burning joint onto my lap today. If anyone is using me here, Rebel, it’s you.”

I started to walk away, unable to look at him any longer. I didn’t trust myself around him anymore.

He grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop. “Don’t walk away from me. For the record, you didn’t seem to mind being used. In fact, I recall a lot of enjoyment on your part.”

“Fair enough. I’m done, Rebel. You need to leave me alone now.”

This time when I jerked away from him, he let me go. As I walked away, he called after me. “Good luck with that. You’re mine now, Storm. I don’t think you realize what that means. Stay away from River Harris or his blood will be on your hands.”

I didn’t reply, and I didn’t look back. Despite my resolve and the anger that drove me, I couldn’t shake the unease that followed me. Rebel meant every word. Somehow I’d gotten in over my head, and I didn’t know how to get out.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

REBEL

My brief discussion with Storm left me in a shit mood for the rest of the day. At Stray’s insistence, I swung by his house later that evening. He and the guys were hanging out, having drinks with some girls from campus. A typical evening activity. Yet I found myself lacking interest.

Seeing River Harris all over my pet had driven me to a bad place. I’d spent the rest of the day pondering the many ways I could kill him and dispose of his body. He knew damn well what he was doing by going after her. He knew she was mine. Fucking with my business wasn’t enough for him now. He wanted to claim Storm for himself.

She was mine. I’d claimed her, written my name on her perfect ass. I’d made her pussy all mine and listened to her moans as she came all over my cock. It would take a fuck of a lot more than River Harris to take her from me.

I sat on the couch in Stray’s living room, lost in thought while absently watching him flirt with a blonde from school. The guy was shameless. He’d put his dick in anything with a decent set of tits and a willing smile. He was more of a manwhore than anyone else in our friend group, even Auryn.

Next to me, Auryn chopped up lines of blow on the coffee table. He glanced at me a few times before nudging me with an elbow. “What’s your deal, man? You’ve barely said a word since you got here. Who shit in your cornflakes this morning?”

“I’m in a mood. River Harris is trying to antagonize me into putting him six feet under. I’m going to beat the fuck out of him at the graveyard this weekend. Motherfucker needs to learn a lesson.” I shook my head when he offered me a line.

Since I knew I would be tempted to go over to Storm’s bedroom again tonight, I didn’t want anything like that messing with me. I was already enough of a mental case without it.

“Is this because of that chick that moved in next door?” Auryn eyed me knowingly. “You fucked her, didn’t you? Why else would you care this much? It’s not like you to get attached. She must be a hell of a lay.”

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