Page 65 of Fight or Flight
“Tell me what’s in the file.” He puts his arm across my chest and uses his weight to slam me against the wall again. “Now.”
“Not a whole lot,” I say. “And nothing that’s especially scandalous for a college kid.”
“Like what?” he practically growls.
“Mostly pics but some video files of you partying and drinking, some of you doing drugs, and others are of you getting cozy with people you shouldn’t be fucking around with. There are a few audio files in there too, but they’re distorted and no one would know they’re you without being told first.”
His face goes pale as all the blood seems to drain out of it. “Who else has seen them?”
“Other than the people who made the file? No one except Carter and the leaders.”
“What about Jax or Killian?”
“Nope.”
“What about Myles?” he asks, like he isn’t still pinning me to the wall. “I still can’t wrap my head around Myles being a genius hacker. He’s so… quiet.”
“Believe it. The kid’s got skills, and in my experience, the quiet ones are the people who are usually the most surprising. But back to your question, no, he hasn’t.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“Why would I lie about that?”
“You said he’s known about the file longer than anyone. And he had a copy of it long before he gave it to you guys. How is it even remotely possible that he hasn’t seen them?”
“Because he doesn’t give a shit about what’s on the file outside of how it affects Jax and the rest of us,” I tell him bluntly. “And because there are terabytes worth of data in those files thatgo back almost ten years, so it’s not like your little section is any more interesting to him than the hundreds of others that are in there too.”
His grip on me tightens, and I can practically see his anger levels rising the more I talk.
“I’m sorry to break it to you,” I continue. “But you’re not the main character you seem to think you are. No one but you gives a shit that there are snaps of you getting your freak on with professors and house staff or double-fisting shots or even doing a line off some coed. They’ve all got their own shit to worry about.”
“Do you have any idea what those pictures could do to me?” he demands. “To my family?”
“Yes, which is why we’re going to get the hard copy of them and destroy it. Same as we’re going to get the bonus files and destroy them.”
“How are you not more upset by this? You’re in the files too. Unless there’s not much on you, and that’s why you’re able to be so chill.”
“Let’s just say I don’t get rattled about stuff easily.”
“You don’t get rattled by stuff?” he asks incredulously. “So the existence of photos and videos that can destroy my life is no big deal and not worth getting worked up over?”
“You’re really good at putting words in my mouth.” I give him a little smile. “Too bad you’re not putting other things in there.”
Shane’s eyes widen, and his mouth falls open in a littleOof surprise.
“What?” I ask innocently. “You’ve already got me trapped and helpless against the wall. What are you going to do with me now that you have me?”
He lets out a little snort-laugh. “Trapped and helpless? Like you couldn’t escape if you wanted to.”
“I could,” I confirm. “But I don’t want to. Not yet, at least.”
“Not yet?” he asks warily.
Instead of answering, I grip him by the hips and swing us around so he’s against the wall and I’m pinning him against it.
“What the fuck?” he splutters. “I thought you said not yet.”
“I lied.” Pressing my thigh between his legs, I grind it against his hard dick. “Doesn’t feel like you’re all that mad about it, just saying.”
