Page 10 of Unwritten Rules

Nodding at Reaper, he applied pressure to his head on the ground, making him cry out in pain.

Did Reaper just m–never mind.

“What did you do for him? Who else was involved?”

His pants were heavy, shallow breaths as he squirmed under the boot.

Not answering fast enough, Reaper bent down and yanked him onto the table with ease. He pulled out his ka-bar from his chest plate and held it over his dick. “Want me to perform a castration, boss?”

“No!” He screamed. “They all spoke in code, and they had nicknames for everyone!” Breathing ragged, he had no time to prepare for Reaper stabbing him in the thigh.

Blood oozed from the wound and Reaper let out a low chuckle.

“What else?” I pressed. “I don’t have all night and you’re making Reaper angry.”

“Look, I’m not the highest guy on the–OW!” He gripped his leg when the real pain hit from the knife being yanked out.

Reaper hovered the knife over his neck. “Take your pain like a man.”

John grunted and gritted his words through his teeth. “Not the highest guy on the totem pole... I provided info... places and shipments... that’s all”

I needed something else to go on–more information–or I’d be at the mercy of Augustus Vaugn, The Dictator himself. “More info or you die,” I said flatly.

Holding up a hand to protect his fresh wound, a tear falling from his eye, he continued. “Names I heard were random. Rabbit. Rose. Stick. The codes for movements even more so. Tower. Green. Garden. That’s all I know. They talked a big plan in the works, but I never heard specifics. Please, that’s–”

And... Reaper slit his throat.

“Goddamn it,” I sighed, watching John desperately grasp at the wound as blood poured out.

“Well...” he said, “you said you didn’t want to be late for the party.”

Where did we even find this guy?

Without hesitation, he pulled out his clean up kit from his bag and started into his duties. John looked dead enough, and I hoped I had enough to brief my grandfather when I inevitably had to get back to him with his demanding timeline.

A scheme that had been playing behind the scenes for at least three years. Jason Haines. Weird codenames. Got it.

He started dragging the body off the table and into a bag that appeared from his kit. “I’ll handle clean up, boss. Full write-up will be on your desk later tonight.”

“Uh, thanks, Reaper.”

“Fuck a pretty girl for me, will you?”

At least no day with him was boring.

Helmet on and bike started, I was off to my ‘normal’ college life. I hoped to make good on Reaper’s request because I needed to blow off some steam. One of my favorite ways to blow off steam if I was being honest.

Greek Row was not my favorite place to be despite being inducted into a fraternity by the demands of The Dictator. He said it would look better for me in the future, but I opted to live with a few friends in a neighborhood just far enough away from campus that I could have a reprieve from Greek life and the compound he lived in. A small room to myself and dark thoughts.

Nevertheless, I slowed to a stop in the driveway of the sorority house that was hosting the party this time. Beta Kappa Pi hosted most of the top parties on campus. The head of the house, Sloane, was a level ten clinger and, unfortunately, hosted a lot of the business events organized by her family. Seeing her often was truly annoying despite her being fun in bed.

And she was waiting for me, arms crossed, clearly in a pissy mood.

“Brent! Where have you been? You missed set up and I told you to be here early.”

I hadn’t even pulled my helmet off and she was already starting in on me. “I had work. You know I havenoobligations to you, right?”

She stamped her foot as I brushed past her. “You could at least send a text.”

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