Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Suddenly, my phone buzzes and a text drops.
Kai: Stop staring at your phone.
Me: I’ll do whatever I damn well want to.
Kai: You want the professor to kick you out? What are you even looking at?
Me: Her.
Kai: I never asked you to take pictures of her.
Me: You don’t have to ask. I’ll do it for free.
I smirk. The thought of taking more photos of her in various compromising positions makes my cock twitch.
Kai: As long as I get to take a peek at them too.
Me: Whenever you want. Mi casa es su casa.
Kai: Good. Anyway … Are we still going tonight?
Me: Ofc. We need the money.
Kai: You. You need the money.
Me: But you’ll help.
Kai: If you ask nicely.
I roll my eyes. Always the one to make me beg. Milo couldn’t do it, but Kai … damn him.
Me: Please.
Kai: What is it that you told Milo again? Oh right … good boy.
Me: Do you enjoy this?
Kai: Very much.
Me: I’ll give you a test ride if you want.
Kai: Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer one day.
I smirk and look up from my phone down to where he’s sitting, and he briefly glances over his shoulder and winks at me. Maybe one day, he won’t be such a wuss and join Milo and me in the playroom.
Kai: Enough banter. We’ll talk later about our business for tonight. Put your phone away before someone sees.
Me: Got it, boss.
But I merely close the app and open the image right back up so it’s centered on my screen. I can’t fucking stop staring at her. No wonder he was so hung up on her the second he got ahold of her ribbon.
“Got yourself a new obsession, Nathan?”
I turn my gaze across my shoulder to the fucker who dared to sneak a glimpse at my phone, fuming with fire. A fucker from Tartarus, no less. A society we used to be allied with until they abandoned us when we needed them the most.
“Did I ask you something, Rhett?”
His eyes connect with someone sitting a few rows down, and I don’t need to see who he’s looking at to know who’s sitting there.
Kai.
Still, he shrugs. “Don’t need to. You make it obvious as fuck. Didn’t peg you to be the type to bring girls to their knees, though, but I dig it,” he says, winking. “Boys, girls, anything with a hole is good.”
“Get your fucking nose out of my business,” I growl. “Before I cut it off.”
He raises his hands. “Relax, I’m not. I didn’t see much except for some tied hands. I don’t give a fuck who you’re banging,” he says. “I’m just surprised any of them would do you.”
My eyes begin to twitch.
The foul smirk on his face makes me home in on him. “You know … need some fingers to pleasure a girl.”
He lifts his hand with one finger lowered.
The same finger missing from my hand.
And he wriggles it around like it’s all some big bad joke to him.
Within an instant, I jump out of my seat and grab him by the collar, punching his face with fist after fist until his nose turns bloody and his tooth falls out.
“Mr. Reed! Mr. Reed!” the professor yells from down below, but I ignore his pleas and continue hammering on my opponent.
“Stop, stop, it was just a joke,” Rhett splutters, but I don’t fucking care.
I don’t know when I’ll stop.
If I’ll ever stop.
My fists have been hungry for blood for so fucking long.
And this fucker just spewed the wrong fucking joke.
I’m halfway across his desk, punching like a madman. I don’t give a shit who sees. He messed with the wrong one.
“NATHAN!” Kai’s voice calls from down below.
I look up.
Too late.
A fist hits me right in the jaw.
“You don’t touch one of our own, you fucker!” It’s another one of those Tartarus guys coming to the rescue. Arlo.
“Stay out of this!” I scream back.
PUNCH!
Another hit right in my back has me arching, and I crawl off the desk to fight him instead.
The whole class has turned around to watch us fight, each punch drawing out a collective gasp, but I pay them no attention.
Kai jumps up from his seat, running up to me, but not fast enough before this fucker and I have exchanged more punches, taking one in the gut each. Suddenly, Rhett jumps up from behind me and puts me in a chokehold.
“Fucking calm down, you bitch,” he growls. “It was a fucking joke.”
“I’ll cut off your fucking head!” I yell, kicking the one in front of me in the nuts.
But he’s choking the life out of me, and I can feel myself slipping away.
SLICE!
Kai’s knife punctures Rhett’s arm, and he releases me.
“Fuck! Stay out of this!” Rhett hisses at him.
I scramble away and suck in some much-needed breaths.
“You invited me in the moment you attacked my friend,” Kai retorts.