Page 18 of No Saint
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Go sit down!” Rogue grabbed Cassie by the shoulders and dragged her to the couch.
My stomach knotted when Wolf gripped my shoulders and maneuvered me, surprisingly gently, to sit beside Cassie, who was shooting daggers at Rogue.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” Rogue pulled his phone from his jeans pocket. “Sellingmyshit to Tommy-fucking-Mitchell!” There was a slight edge of hysteria in his voice that had my spine stiffening.
Of course, she’d just had to add insult to injury by selling it to the guy everyone knew Rogue hated. Her more than anyone. I hadn’t realized who her buyer was until she’d directed me to the Kappa Theta house. At that point, I had already pictured my mother’s relief at not being imminently homeless. I couldn’t back out, but I knew damn well it was a deliberate move from Cassie. After all, what better way to get Rogue’s attention? Well, she had it now, and stupidly, so did I.
“Says who?” Cassie shrugged, doubling down.
“Says who?” He laughed the kind of psychotic I’m-about-to-lose-my-shit laugh a murderer in a movie let loose right before he disemboweled his first victim. “Says who? Wolf?”
Wolf looked way too amused at the current situation.
Rogue tapped his phone, then held it up. A grainy video of Cassieandme in front of the Kappa Theta house appeared on screen. Cassie, clear as day, handed Tommy the bag of Rogue’s beloved pills before she took a wad of cash. Cash, she then split with me, my face aimed directly at the camera. Shit. I looked guilty as hell.
My stomach knotted as the implications of what we’d done—what Rogue had proof of—set in. He could get us sent to jail… I felt sick.
“That’s right.” Rogue pocketed his phone. “Tommy sold you out, Cassie.” He sounded positively gleeful about that.
“If it’s any consolation, he lost a kneecap before he squealed,” Wolf shrugged.
God, this was so bad. I didn’t think anyone would get hurt or that they’d have freaking cameras!
“That could be a bag of vitamins.” Cassie picked a piece of lint off the throw cushion like this situation wasn’t in the least bit stressful. Or maybe she really overestimated Rogue’s fondness for her because right now, he looked like he wanted to kill her. “Besides, what are you going to do, Rogue? Tell the police I stole your drugs?”
“The police might just receive an anonymous video from a concerned citizen.”
Panic clawed through my veins. This was so bad. That video was a loaded gun. Even if it weren’t enough to put us in jail, it would definitely get us expelled. I’d worked my ass off to get out of Dayton. To get a degree that would facilitate a decent job. I’dbe screwed. Every plan turned to dust over thirty stupid seconds of my life.
Cassie’s gaze narrowed on Rogue. “And I think it’s very likely an anonymoussnitchmight tell them you’re drug dealers.”
Rogue laughed. “With what proof?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but snapped it closed. “Everyone knows you guys dealE.” It was a weak argument. No one would say a word against them, but Cassie never could admit when she was beaten.
Wolf snorted. “Or maybe it’s just vitamins?”
They had us, and the smug grin on Wolf’s face said he knew it. The idea of these two having any power over me made my skin crawl. There were times to fight, though, and as much as Cassie would disagree with me, times to roll over.
“What do you want?” I asked, sinking back against the couch. In my periphery, I saw Cassie’s attention snap to me, but I grabbed her wrist, giving her a warning squeeze.
“You want to fuck around with frat boys so much?” Rogue said. “Well, guess what? That little stunt just won you both the status of little sisters to Omega Dicksolon.”
It was both better and worse than I’d expected. Better because I’d seen Wolf take a baseball bat to a guy’s knees firsthand. Worse, because the last thing I wanted was to be anywhere near frat boys, let alone Wolf. I didn’t know what the hell a little sister was, but the name alone promised degrading humiliation.
“You can fuck off!” Cassie erupted beside me.
Wolf glanced at Rogue. “How the hell do you date her?”
Why was he going along with this? Rogue’s “punishment” was clearly going to require Cassie and me to be around the frat. And I knew damn well he didn’t want to be around me anymore than I did him. I could only think of one reason for him to do this: to humiliate me and make my life hell. And he had all themeans to do so because he knew me, my weaknesses, what made me tick.
Cassie went to rise from the couch, like she was about to fight both of them. God, she had no self-preservation. I dug my nails into her arm.
“Fine,” I said.
They wanted their pound of flesh, and we were going to have to give it to them. We had no other choice.
