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And when did it start? When Bexley was getting ready to climb into this hole to check it out.
It was a set-up. They were watching the entire time.
“Maybe the firefighters or arson investigators located it during their inspection?” Roberts warily suggests, though he doesn’t sound convinced either.
Nor does Bexley.
“Your dad would have said something,” she states, shaking her head as she looks over at me. “Hunter’s right. We’re not the only ones who have been sneaking into Cedar Heights.”
Chapter twelve
Rylan
“Why isn’t it working?” Bexley grumbles anxiously, reaching over me to aggressively tap the screen with her finger.
I pull the phone away from her reach. “I’m trying to figure that out. Whacking it won’t help.”
She snorts in reply. “All technology works better with the occasional slappy-slap. And if that fails, turn it off then flash it. Or turn it on. Whatever it is they say.”
Shaking my head, I hold back a laugh. Bexley’s still practically draped across my lap, eyes glued like a crazed madwoman to my phone screen.
Where is Tai Beckett when you need him? I bet he’d have this sorted already.
Lawless Dragons posted a cryptic message on socials last night, the ominous graphic only displaying a countdown timer to a scheduled Tiktok live. And just our luck, it’s in the middle of the day while we’re stuck at the academy.
Thankfully, Bexley had the period free. As for me, I just didn’t show up to class.
No doubt I’ll hear about it later. It won’t take long until Marcus gets word of my absence and calls my father. But hey—the asshole will have to talk to me then.
Still no luck with my bank accounts but I’m a patient man. If he thinks I’m going to come crawling and begging for compassion, he’s incredibly mistaken. I have all I need right here.
“Did you tap the thingy button?” She asks, sliding the top of my screen down. “Oh, fuck’s sake, Ry. The wifi isn’t even turned on.”
“What?” I yelp, stunned. “It’s always on.”
Bexley taps the button and within seconds, we’re all systems go. The Tiktok live pops up, the screen immediately filling with hundreds of comments as everyone waits.
Both of us breathe a loud sigh of relief. We haven’t missed it. Thank fuck.
“You’re unbelievable,” Bex murmurs with a soft laugh, lounging back in her chair. “I’m actually concerned for you.”
“It’s always on,” I groan. “Maybe you bumped it this morning when you accosted me in the parking lot.”
She cocks an eyebrow, lips twitching in amusement. “I did no such thing, Astor.”
“You literally tackled me back into my truck when I stepped out. My poor phone has never been yeeted so violently. It might need therapy now.”
Shrugging coolly, she smiles. “I make no apologies. And if I’m not mistaken, you had no complaints.”
It’s embarrassing the sound that slips out of me—a low, guttural groan—as I shift awkwardly in my chair. Yeah—definitely no complaints here.
After I was spontaneously and aggressively crash-tackled back inside the truck, Bexley had pulled my cock out and shoved itdown her throat before I could even say, “Good morning,” or “What the hell are you doing?”.
Minor bruise aside from landing on the handbrake, absolutely no damn complaints. I’ll take a hundred bruises if it means experiencingthatagain.
I place a hand on her bare thigh, running it provocatively under her skirt. “I’ll never stop you from doing that. Just as long as I can eat your pretty little cunt whenever I like.”
There’s no resistance when I edge higher, her legs parting before my fingertips find her thin underwear. This is dangerous.
