Page 30 of Chaos & Corruption

I bite my tongue—literally.

There are a few things I can call him in return, but I’ll save that for when I blow his world to smithereens.

He looks back at Alex, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Not my first choice for you, but happy to see you’re ending the dry spell.”

“Your concern for my dick is heartwarming,” Alex deadpans, pulling a strip of condoms out of the box. He pockets them and sets the box on top of the desk next to me. Then he grabs my hand and sets me on my feet. Tugging me toward the door, he looks back at Webber.

“Thanks for the glove, man,” he calls.

The glove? Is that what we’re calling it?

He shuffles me out of Webber’s bedroom and across the living room. Reaching his bedroom, he pushes me inside and shuts the door. Turning the lock, he presses his ear to the door. I cross my arms against my chest and wait for him to give me a sign all is clear. When he finally lifts his ear from the door, he turns back to me and draws in a deep breath, tossing the strip of condoms onto the bed.

“That was fucking close,” he hisses, narrowing his eyes. “You realize we’re fucked, right?”

I point to the condoms.

“Well, at least we’re protected,” I quip even though I’m fairly certain there is nothing funny about our current situation. “Do you think he bought it?”

He doesn’t respond right away, and I watch as he combs his fingers roughly through his hair. Sighing, he crosses the room and takes a seat on the foot of the bed.

“I don’t know,” he mutters, lifting his gaze to mine. “He shouldn’t even be home right now. The guy has classes from ten to six on Thursday’s.”

“Do you think he has a camera or something in his room?”

He scrubs a hand over his face.

“Well, shit, I didn’t think so until now.” He pushes off the bed and starts to pace the room. “This is your fault. I’m not the paranoid type, but you got my fucking head spinning with all this shit. Staking my claim on you in front of a packed gym, going toe to toe with Jennings and now, this…I shouldn’t have let you into Webber’s room.”

I blink.

Once.

Twice.

“I’m sorry did you just insinuate that you claimed me?”

He rolls his eyes.

“That’s the part you took away from that whole speech? We don’t know if Webber is involved in this thing—”

“Bullshit. Webber knows more than you think,” I hiss, careful not to raise my voice. For all I know he’s an eavesdropper too. “He knows who hurt Mila.”

There’s no point in using hypotheticals, I basically gave up my best friend’s secret when I recruited him to help me.

“Mila doesn’t remember who raped her?”

I shake my head.

“She only remembers the tattoo,” I whisper. “But she saw Webber. I don’t know why he would get involved, why he’d actively try to hurt her, if he isn’t part of the society.”

“Could be a number of things.”

“Care to enlighten me?”

“Well, for one, someone from the society could be blackmailing him.” He pauses and steps toward me. “Look, Webber didn’t want me getting involved with you. When he saw you and Mila at Dizzy’s, he told me to steer clear. Now, he catches me in his room with you—”

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