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But now I have an actual chance of living a semi-normal life.
Until spring, that is.
“We’re gonna need booze and condoms.” The words leave my mouth in a rush, and Val’a’s jaw drops.
“YASSS!” She stands and starts jumping around like the lunatic she is.
“But first, I need to figure out my week.” She drops down next to me again and rolls her eyes.
“Fine. Responsible Monday to Thursday, party on the weekend. Deal?” She sticks out her hand for me to shake, and I raise my eyebrow in question.
Deals in our family are paid in blood.
“I can change my mind later,” I stress the words as she waits for me to shake.
“Yes, yes. It’s a woman’s prerogative to reneg.” I grasp her hand and pump it before she changes her mind or adds anything else.
“Deal.” I blow a kiss at her for good measure.
“So let’s check if we have any classes together and then I’ll help you map out the best routes.” Val becomes all business as I let my mind split my focus between what she’s saying and my worries over the party.
By the time we go to bed, my anxiety levels are off the charts. I stare at the ceiling for hours before I finally pass out from the sheer exhaustion of the last few days.
I dream of a man with dark eyes, following, chasing, and catching me. His smell draws me in, his touch makes me hot, and his whispered, accented voice makes me want to melt in his arms. I wake up feeling excitement, not fear.
It terrifies me and thrills me more than it should.
Chapter
Eight
Tuesday
I’m walkingfrom my second class and stumble over a curb. I manage to stop a full-on fall, which would have meant me flashing the whole quad my ass, and decide to sit down for a moment to catch my breath.
I have thirty minutes before I need to be in the lecture hall, and I debate getting a coffee.
A loud rumble draws my focus away from the coffee cart and towards the busy street adjacent to the school. I notice the motorcycle first. Matte black with chrome details that sparkle in the midday sun. The rider is covered from head to toe in leather, and when he turns his back, a large skull comes into view.
“Shit,” I glance around, knowing my security detail is around somewhere, but I have no idea where or who is on duty today.
When no one rushes over, I assume I’m safe. If this were one of the biker gangs that had a problem with Afie, I would have been rushed away before I was seen.
The mystery biker revs his engine again as if sensing I’m no longer watching him.
Strange.
I can’t see his face through the mirrored visor of his helmet, but I swear I can feel their stare on my face. My cheeks start to burn with a rare blush, and I stand to get to class. Before I can take a step away, I hear a screech of tires and a few gasps, followed by a lot of cursing as the biker guns the motorcycle and darts across the squad, barely missing a few students in their path.
I gasp as he buzzes past me, and I can’t help feeling this show was just for me.
I rush off, and by the time I get to the lecture hall, I’ve convinced myself it was a fluke. I find a seat next to Val and take out my notebook and pen. The Professor enters and smiles at the class before his cellphone rings, and he signals he needs a moment, promptly stepping back into the hall to answer his call.
“Did you see that maniac on the motorcycle cutting across the quad? He could have killed someone.” Val whispers to me as we wait for class to start.
“Yeah, he barely missed me.” She looks me over and frowns.
“You okay?” I blow out a breath and nod.
