“Fuck you,” he seethes. “I’m telling the police it was you.”

“And I’ll make sure my dad—Aspen’s stepfather and a member of the FBI—knows what you did to her.” Motioning to my phone, I shoot him an icy glare. “I’ll also release the video I took. The one that makes it look like you were the cocksucker this time.”

I pat his cheek. “You might not have a football career now, but you can still have your reputation. Not to mention, I’ve just saved you the embarrassment of trying to make it into the NFL and not being successful—which let’s face it, was bound to happen. Now people will look at you with pity and think of you as a could have been, instead of a failure. However, if you tell anyone the truth…you’ll just be a loser who enjoys sucking cock in his spare time and got his ass kicked for taking advantage of someone’s sister.”

I can see I’ve made my point when he bows his head. “Fine.”

Whistling, I hike the baton over my shoulder and start walking down the field.

“Oh, and Ken?” I call out.

He narrows his eyes. “What?”

“To answer your question from earlier, you don’t get to fuck with Aspen because she’s mine.”

Which means the only one who gets to hurt her is me.

The next day news of Ken’s unfortunate accident with the two men who jumped him while he was working out on the football field last night has spread through school like wildfire.

Now there’s just one more thing left for me to handle so I can restore order.

I find Staci and Traci standing at their lockers after lunch.

Gritting my teeth, I stride over to them.

No doubt bewildered by my presence; they exchange an inquisitive glance.

“Can we help you with something?” Traci questions.

Leaning against a locker, I cross my arms. “I heard you two were the ones behind the video.”

Staci bats her eyelashes innocently. “What video?”

Traci shares a grin with her friend. “We have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Too bad,” I say dismissively as I turn to walk away. “I thought it was pretty badass, but if it wasn’t you—”

“Wait,” Staci chirps.

Traci’s voice drops to a whisper. “It was us.”

Staci giggles. “I mean, obviously. I posted it on my Instagram story.”

“Knox doesn’t have Instagram,” Traci informs her with a crinkle of her nose. “He’s too cool for it.”

I take out my phone, making it appear like I can’t be bothered with this conversation any longer because I know it will only entice them into my web that much more.

“Duces. I gotta go take care of some shit.”

“Hold on,” Staci utters.

“For what?”

She exchanges a nervous glance with Traci before she speaks. “It’s just…you never come over and talk to us.”

No shit. They’re both annoying cunts who hide behind their makeup and filters and think their shit doesn’t stink when it fucking reeks.

Irritated, I shoot her a pointed look. “And? What’s your fucking point?”

“We were just curious why you did today is all,” Traci mumbles, looking away.

Staci chews her lower lip. “You really think what we did was bad ass?”

Traci nudges her in the ribs, no doubt issuing a warning about how desperate she’s acting.

I shrug. “Maybe.”

“Aspen’s so annoying,” Traci says with a roll of her eyes. “Always walking around with her nose in the air like she’s better than everyone else.”

Pot meet kettle.

“Plus, she’s fat,” Staci adds.

Aspen isn’t fat. Then again, standing next to these two would make a skeleton look chubby, but that’s irrelevant.

“Right.” I type a text out on my phone, letting Shadow know I have plans after school. “Gotta go.”

“Wait,” Staci says when I start to leave again.

“What?”

She licks her lower lip. She probably thinks the move is sexy, but it’s not. “We should hang out sometime.”

Traci glares daggers at her friend. Whether it’s because her desperation is embarrassing, or because she’s jealous Staci made the move before she could, I’m not sure…but I’m willing to take the gamble.

Slowly, I drag my gaze up and down her petite form. “What are you doing after school?”

She looks caught off guard before she answers. “Nothing.”

“We were supposed to go to the mall,” Traci mutters.

I turn my stare on her, giving her a cocky grin. “Too bad. I was thinking maybe the three of us could chill.”

Because the two of them played a part in what happened that night…

Which means I’m going to fuck them both.

Traci—who looked checked out of the discussion a moment ago—suddenly perks up. “Oh.” She looks at Staci. “I mean, my parents are in Bora Bora for the week. I have the entire house to myself.”

I lean in closer. “That so?”

She blushes. “Yeah.”

“Meet me at my jeep after school. Both of you.”

With that, I turn and walk down the hall.

I notice Aspen standing at her own locker a few feet away. Judging by the pissed off expression on her face, she obviously overheard our little exchange.

“I can’t give you a ride home today,” I state as I stroll past her.

She looks like I plunged a knife into her heart.

Good.

Chapter 18

Aspen

Leo: How’s my girl doing?

I quickly type my response.

Aspen: Fine.

Placing my phone on the lunchroom table, I stab at my salad with my fork, wishing it were Knox’s eyeballs. It’s been two days since I caught him making plans to hang out with Staci and Traci.

And while I didn’t think we were suddenly friends, nor did I expect him to defend me at school, I didn’t think he’d go out of his way to start hanging out with the two bitches who drugged me at a party and set me up to get raped.