The Revenge You Seek: A Dark College Bully Romance (Maddison Kings University Book 1)

by Tracy Lorraine

  "Did she?" I ask, pulling out a chair and sitting down to listen, already way too invested in this story than I should be.

  He laughs but there's no humor there. "Nah, she'd spent the previous night blowing our high school's quarterback and spent way longer than necessary giving her friends—and me—the gory details."

  "Oh my God," I snort. "You carried on listening?"

  "Thought I could learn a thing or two."

  "About blowjobs?" I ask, lifting a brow. As far as I know, he's straight but I could be way off the mark.

  "No," he spits, a horrified expression appearing on his face.

  Not gay then. Okay. Noted.

  "About what girls want. About what might impress her."

  "Did you ever get her?" I ask, although I already fear the answer.

  I take a sip of my water.

  "Yeah, gave her my virginity."

  The water in my mouth comes flying out with my shock, soaking him and his laptop.

  "Shit, I'm so sorry," I say in a panic, reaching for a towel to help dry him up—or more so his beloved laptop. "I'm so sorry."

  "It's okay. I didn't expect that end either."

  "So what happened next?"

  He chuckles at me. "She kissed me on the cheek, told me that I was cute and that I was welcome before she left for college."

  "Ouch. That's cold."

  "Nah, I lived out my teenage fantasy. It was pretty sweet."

  "You still want her?"

  "No, she's married with two kids."

  "How much older was she?"

  "Only two years. She didn't last long at college."

  "You don't say."

  "Your turn. What's your forgettable first time story?"

  I think back as a soft smile plays on my lips.

  "It wasn't forgettable, actually. It was just like every girl dreams of."

  "Oh?"

  "My high school boyfriend. We'd been dating since we were fourteen. He had candles, soft music, the lot. It was really sweet."

  "What happened?"

  My chest pulls tight as I think about him and what happened only months after we gave each other our virginities.

  "H-he died."

  "Oh fuck, Let. I'm sorry."

  "It's okay. Well, it's not but you know."

  Silence falls between us.

  "Huh, guess I ruined the mood a little there, eh?"

  "No, no not at all," he says, but I can see the awkwardness on his face as he does.

  "I'm going to head to bed." I push from the chair and walk toward my room.

  "Yeah, me too."

  "Micah?" I ask before I push my door open.

  "Yeah?"

  "How'd you bug her room?"

  He smiles. "I put hidden cameras in the best hiding places I could come up with."

  "Did she ever find them?"

  "Oh yeah. I've still got the scar to prove it."

  I laugh because it's the normal thing to do when he points at a faint scar on his jawline but inside, every one of my muscles tenses because I fear that a cut and a lingering scar is going to be the least of my issues if I fuck this up.

  "Night, Micah," I say, slipping into my room.

  I rest back against the door, flip the lock and close my eyes. Sucking in a deep breath, I run through the events of the day quickly before a noise startles me.

  My head flies up and I look around expecting him to emerge from the shadows.

  But he's not here.

  My heart thunders and then the sound hits my ears again, I realize that it came from the dorm upstairs.

  "Calm the fuck down, Scarlett."

  You've got this, you can play him at his own game and win.

  I shake my arms out at my sides and suck in some confidence.

  Just plant the cameras and get the hell out. The rest is up to fate.

  If they don't talk about what they need to talk about then I guess I'll just have to deal with the outcome.

  "Fucking hell."

  Double checking that I locked the door, I march across my room, stripping out of my clothes as I go. By the time I step into my shower, I'm naked with my hair up in a messy bun.

  I need to wash him from my body before I get into bed.

  The cold blast of water does nothing to cool my burning skin.

  Thinking back to our time in the library, I can almost feel his fingers digging into my hips, feeling him sliding in and out of me.

  My clit throbs for the release it was denied and as I rub shower gel over my skin, I almost drop my fingers between my legs to fix the situation.

  But then I have a better idea.

  If I'm going to get myself into his house, then I need to up the ante.

  Sure, I could ask someone in the know for the address. I'm sure Micah knows where Ellis lives. But I can hardly rock up and knock on the door. They'd smell a rat immediately.

  There's no way I'd just turn up for a friendly visit.

  If I want to get inside then I need him to take me. And I need him to think it's his idea.

  Wrapping a towel around myself, I drop down on the edge of my bed and pull the drawer in my nightstand open.

  I pull out the bag at the back and open the box.

  My not so little pink vibrating friend isn't anywhere near a replacement for Kane's cock. I can admit that to myself right now, but it's the best I've got and he doesn't need to know that it pales in comparison to him.

  Grabbing the panties I discarded on the floor, I drape them on the bed before laying the vibrator beside it.

  Snapping a picture, I add a caption and hit send before I change my mind.

  Letty: I don't need you for a good time.

  Placing my cell face down on the bed, I tidy it all away, throw my dirty clothes into my laundry basket and pull on some pajamas.

  I tell myself not to look but no sooner have I climbed into bed do I have my cell in my hand.

  The second I see his name on my screen tingles shoot through my body.

  Swiping the screen, I suck in a breath preparing for what he might have to say.

  Kane: Dirty little whore.

  I shudder. It's as if he breathes the words in my ear and before I know what I'm doing, my fingers slip inside my panties and I finish what he started. And when I finally come, it's with his name as a plea on my lips.

  19

  Kane

  I sit at the back of the auditorium watching Letty sitting in a Dunn sandwich in our lit class. She might not be dancing with them and they might not be touching her, but I'm about as wound up by her closeness to them as I was watching the three of them move together on Friday night.

  That message from her last night.

  Fuck. That was unexpected.

  The second I saw it, I was hard as fucking nails for her once again and it if weren't for the fact I'd had a few beers with Devin when I got back then I'd have got in my car and got my ass to her dorm room.

  Also, something told me that was what she wanted. And I have no interest in playing into her hand.

  I'm the one with the game plan here but she's trying to take control.

  It pisses me the fuck off.

  I clench my fists so hard the pencil in my hand splits in the middle with a loud snap. The timid, nerd girl next to me glances over, looking horrified by my actions.

  I smile at her menacingly and she instantly cowers away.

  When our lecture comes to an end, Letty’s not as fast to run out as she has been in some of our other shared classes. Probably because she feels safe while surrounded by her protectors.

  The second she scoops her books up from the table and heads toward the exit with the twins hot on her tails, I do the same thing.

  "Scarlett," I call once we've all cleared the doorway.

  She tenses at the sound of my voice but she doesn't stop or turn around.

  "Scarlett, Princess," I say, jogging up to her and placing my hand on her shoulder to stop her and turn her.

  "Get your fucking hand of
f of her," Luca growls, taking a step toward me with his chest puffed out.

  "Careful, QB1. Don't blow a vessel."

  His lips thin as a low rumble vibrates up his throat in warning.

  "Anyway, she seemed to like me touching her last n–"

  "What do you want, Kane?"

  I turn my eyes on her, she's wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater, nothing overly sexy but damn, with her wavy hair hanging around her shoulders and her natural makeup, she's fucking banging.

  "Our sociology assignment," I start.

  "What about it?" Leon asks.

  "I need a little help with it. Wondered if you wanted to do it together. Thought we could meet in the library. I hear it's open late in the week."

  "Why the fuck would she want to do anything with you, asshole?" Luca steps closer but I don't so much as look at him.

  I don't give a fuck about either of them. It's Scarlett I want.

  "So what do you say?"

  "Nah, you're alright. Find yourself a tutor or something if you're struggling."

  I stare at her, drilling my eyes into hers. Her dark eyes sparkle with the gold that appears when she's horny.

  "Okay, fine. I'll message you later, see if I can change your mind."

  I drop my eyes down her body once more before walking away from them.

  I feel her eyes following me and when I turn around, I find exactly what I was expecting. Her heated stare boring holes in my back while Luca and Leon look from me and down to her with confusion written all over their faces.

  "What the fuck was that?" one of them barks when they think I'm out of earshot.

  "He's just trying to wind me up. Ignore him."

  Oh, I'm trying to wind her up alright.

  The second I walk into the locker room for our afternoon practice session I can almost predict what's going to happen.

  And I'm right.

  I haven’t even got my bag off my shoulder before Luca backs me against the wall with his forearm against my throat.

  "What the fuck was that?" he growls in my face, his nose only a breath from mine.

  I don't react. I just stare at him with a smirk on my face.

  "Threatened that she might want me and not you?"

  "You?" He spits. "Why the fuck would she want you?"

  My smile grows wider. "Because, Captain, I can give her what she needs."

  "Fuck you." He steps closer, pressing against my neck harder but nowhere near cutting off my air supply. If I wanted to, I could have him on the ground in a heartbeat.

  One day I will.

  But that day isn't today.

  "Nah, I think I'll save that for her. Something tells me you won't like it if I pulled your hair."

  His chest puffs out.

  "You're lying."

  "Am I?"

  "Dunn," one of the coaching staff barks and he's no choice but to release his hold on me. His eyes remain on mine as Leon steps up beside him.

  "You stay the fuck away from her. And if I find out you've so much as touched her—" His words are cut off as Leon drags him away.

  "Leave it, Luc," he demands before shoving him to the other side of the locker room to get changed.

  Luca is in my face any chance he gets during practice and I'm amazed that I leave the building that he's not at least attempted to throw a punch.

  I'm almost at my car when someone calls my name.

  Knowing it's not one of the Dunns, I slow and wait for him to catch up with me.

  "What do you want, Hunter?" I ask without looking at Letty's little brother.

  "Luca's right. You need to stay away from her."

  "What the fuck has it got to do with any of you?"

  "Dude, she's my sister. Luca's best friend. You hurt her, you fucking hurt us too."

  "Scarlett and her fucking army," I mutter, rolling my eyes.

  I stop at my car and Zayn's palms collide with my chest, the shock of the move ensuring I bump up against it.

  "What the fuck?" I growl.

  "Stay the fuck away from her, Kane."

  "Why, don't you want both your sisters fucking a Legend?" I smirk.

  "Leave Harley and Kyle out of this." Of course he'd jump to my little brother's defense, the two of them were always tight. And I'm always the fucking bad guy. I mean, I probably deserve that title but still. His attitude pisses me the fuck off.

  "You do know he's fucking her right? I've heard them on the other side of the wall." I know I shouldn't bait him but it's too fucking easy.

  His shoulders harden with tension and his jaw pops.

  "As long as he treats her right, I'm happy."

  "And what if I treat Letty right?" I lean into him. "She sure seems to think I am when she's screaming my name."

  He cocks his arm back and swings at me but I'm faster than him, more experienced and I catch it long before it makes contact with me.

  "Nice try. I think it's probably best if you continue playing with Kyle like a good little boy and stay the fuck out of my business."

  "My sister is my business. She's been through hell because of yo—" He slams his lips shut.

  "Because of what?"

  "Nothing. Just leave her the fuck alone to get on with her life. If she knew you were going to be here this semester, I can assure you, she wouldn't have been."

  "Whatever. Are you done?" I push him away from me and open my car door.

  I'm desperate to ask more, to find out what he's hiding but I don't want to look like I care.

  Instead, I drop down into my driver's seat, start the engine, throw it into drive, and wheelspin out of the fucking parking lot like I don't have a care in the world.

  My cell rings in my pocket as I pull up at the house and I groan when I pull it out.

  "What?" I bark, really not in the fucking mood for his bullshit right now.

  "You bailed on Alana."

  "Had an emergency. She had a great meal, what else did you want?"

  "It's not my needs I'm worried about, boy."

  "I'm sure she got by just fine. Maybe if her husband got her off once in a—"

  "Enough. I don't pay you to question me." You don’t pay me anymore, asshole. We’re supposed to be done.

  I blow out a breath, trying to find the strength for this conversation. I'm exhausted, I'm hungry and I've got a shit ton of work to do.

  "I've got a job for you. I need you in the Creek within the hour."

  "I've just finished practice."

  He doesn't say anything. But I hear his warning loud and clear.

  "Fine. I'll be thirty minutes."

  I swing by a takeout place on the way to the Creek and I'm pulling up at the Hawks clubhouse less than forty minutes later.

  I ignore all the eyes that turn on me as I march through the communal areas where there are guys shooting pool, drinking and watching a couple of girls that are dancing around the makeshift pole.

  This is what all the schoolboys think gang life is going to be like. It's what they see in the movies. The hanging out with your brothers and banging every whore who wants a piece. But it's fucking bullshit. Sadly, nothing anyone can say or do will stop them though and they'll give Vic their left testicle if they could be a fucking part of it.

  I take the stairs two at a time and storm toward his office, not bothering to knock as I throw the door open.

  Inside I find Reid and Devin waiting for me.

  "What the fuck do you want?" I ask, ignoring my boys and turning my frustration on the boss.

  He slides two photographs across his desk.

  "Know these two?"

  "No. Should I?"

  He shrugs as the three of us stare at the images.

  "I need them gone. Tonight. This is where they will be. You know the rules, don't be seen and make it painful."

  "Fucking hell," I mutter. "I'm supposed to be done with this shit."

  "Yeah, well. I need my best boys. And you, son, are one of them."

  "I'm not your fucking son."<
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  Anger swirls around in his dead, evil eyes and the fingers of his right-hand clench as if he's imagining wrapping them around a gun.

  Fucking try it asshole and we'll see who ends up dead first.

  I know for a fact that the boys on either side of me have my back over their father.

  "Fine," Reid barks, swiping the paperwork from his father's desk. "Consider it done by sunrise."

  "I'll expect a debrief first thing."

  Reid doesn't respond. He knows how this works by now and I know from experience the less conversation he has with his sperm donor the better.

  "This is fucking bullshit," I spit once we're in the parking lot and inside Reid's SUV.

  "I told him we'd take someone else but he was adamant you had to be here."

  "Why?"

  "Fuck if I know."

  "Who are those guys?"

  "Assholes who tried to intercept our shipment."

  "Just two of them?"

  "They're junior members of the Ravens. Thought it would impress their Prez if they could fuck us over."

  "Have they got a death wish?"

  "Apparently so. You ready for this?"

  He glances at me before looking at his brother in the rearview mirror.

  "Always. Let's go fuck them up so I can get to bed before practice, eh?"

  "Sure thing." He cracks his knuckles before putting his car in reverse and heading across town to the bar these pricks are apparently going to be at.

  I get two hours of sleep before I have to get up again for training.

  My knuckles are busted, I've got a fucking black eye and I did such a shit job of showering when I finally got back last night that I've still got blood splattered up my arm.

  I drag my ass through the entrance of the training center at six a.m. barely able to open my right eye.

  Coach is going to lose his fucking shit, but what choice do I have.

  I get more than a few curious glances as I stumble into the locker room.

  I throw my shit into my locker and head straight out to the field house.

  "Legend," is growled the moment I attempt to pass Coach's office.

  "Yes, sir?"

  "You look like shit."

  "I'm aware. It won't happen again." It's a promise I already know I can't keep. Vic is a law unto himself. I fucking knew he'd make me pay for everything he helped me with past our original agreement.