Page 471 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Her what?”
I ignored them and shot off a few texts, including one to Ash and Slavanka telling them to get their butts outside to the front lawn. Then I googled museums nearby. There was one not far from here with a samurai helmet on display. I looked down the list one more time just to make sure I had everything accounted for.
“Alright guys,” I said. “We can do this entire hunt in only three stops. I’ll have us back here in less than two hours.”
One of our other teammates gasped. “My lady! That of which you speak dost be most impossible.”
Say what?I stared at him.
He shrugged and held up a book filled with Shakespeare plays. If he was supposed to be talking like he was permanently in a Shakespeare play, then he was failing miserably. Had he never heard of iambic pentameter?
“Don’t doubt her,” said Chad. “Like I said, she’s a genius.”
“But how?” whispered Scooter. He took the list from me and looked down it. “It will take at least two hours just to walk from here to a sorority house to Harvard Yard to the football stadium.”
“Football stadium?”
“Yeah,” said Chad. “They have a few statues of some former Harvard captains. It’s pretty common for students to jump up onto their shoulders and take piggyback rides while tailgating.”
“We’re not walking. And we’re not going to the stadium.” Did these basic bitches not remember that Adonis - quarterback and captain of the football team - had given us his phone number on the signed ball? “Ah, perfect timing.”
Ash and Slavanka ran out of the mansion just as Ghostie pulled up in a limo. We all piled in.
“Take us to a sorority house,” I said.
He grunted a response, which in Ghostie-speak meant…yes.
“Can you drop us off at the dorms first?” asked Ash. “Almost getting murdered really tuckered me out.”
“We find murder room,” agreed Slavanka.
“Murder room?” I asked.
Ash nodded. The look on her face made me think that this so-called “murder room” was going to be haunting her dreams for quite some time. “We found the bathroom. And it was amazing. It was like the world’s fanciest locker room. Like the kind you'd find at some country club for billionaires. But then we got lost. And we somehow ended up in the basement in a huge stone room. There was a gryphon-shaped throne on one end. And tons of melted candles around an altar. I’m pretty sure they do human sacrifice there.”
“No way!” I said. “You found the legendary Gryphon Club sex altar.”
Ash’s eyes got even bigger. “Sex altar?”
“Yeah. Rumor has it that they use it to induct new members.”
“Big gay gangbang?” asked Slavanka.
I laughed. “Maybe. But I’m pretty sure they watch new members bang girls. To build camaraderie.”
“What girls?” asked Ash. “Did we just narrowly miss getting kidnapped and becoming the Gryphon Club’s sex slaves? Wait! Why are we going to a sorority house? Please tell me that we haven’t been tasked with finding new sex slaves for them.”
“They don’t have sex slaves,” said Chad. “And we aren’t doing any human trafficking tonight.”
“Tonight?” asked Ash. “That kind of makes it seem like we’re just putting the kidnapping off until tomorrow.”
“Ash, no one is getting kidnapped tonight. Or ever.” The Locatelli’s had already tried to kidnap me once, and that hadn’t worked very well. I doubted they’d be back. “Now give me your thong.”
“What?” Ash’s face started to turn red.
“I need your thong. Hand it over.”
“I’m not…I don’t wear those.”
