Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series (31 page)

“Alpha Psi? Is that a frat house?” Leafy asks, but I’m too busy
focusing on what Jaret’s saying right now. If he’s really sure about this, then
that means we should go after this right now. I need to know who it is so I can
put an end to this gang and get my brother back today.

Just the thought of it brings me to life.

“Yeah, that’s why I need you to come with me right now. There’s
going to be another party tonight, and he’ll be there. If you wanna catch him,
now’s the time. We have to prepare some kind of plan.”

“Fuck,” I say, and I jump out of bed. I can’t believe he found out
who it is. Something about this doesn’t feel right, it’s too quick, but I have
to follow every lead I get.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” Leafy says.

“You go get dressed first. I’ll wait for you downstairs so we can
get going. They’re expecting us to do some work, too, today, so we really need
the extra time,” Jaret tells me.

“Work? You mean selling drugs and punching people in the face
again?” Leafy says, frowning. “It’s a freaking frat house behind all this?” I
don’t have time for her questions. This is important.

“All right, see you in a minute or so,” I tell Jaret as he leaves the
room.

“Stop ignoring me!”

I turn around toward her. “I’m not, this is just way too important.
And yes, it’s a frat house.”

She puts a foot forward and plants a finger on my chest. “More
important than telling me what the hell is going on?”

I can’t tell her what’s going on, that’s the problem. If I do that,
this whole operation might blow. I need to do this with minimal risk, and I
don’t want to involve her more than I already have.

“You should go,” I say.

“What? No! Not until you tell me,” she says. “So you’re in a frat
house? God …” She slaps a hand in front of her mouth, shaking her head. “Why do
you want to go look for ‘the boss’?”

Jesus, this needs to stay under the radar. I place a finger on top
of my lips. “Don’t be so loud.”

“Why? Does it matter?”

“Because … it’s a freaking illegal frat house. We sell drugs, for
crying out loud. Nobody can know about this. And yes, we’re looking for the
boss, but first we gotta find out who the courier is.”

She scowls. “The courier? What the hell is that?”

Like I can explain that without ruining the entire operation. “The
one who brings the drugs from the boss to the top distributors. Those are the
people I get my stash from.” I brush my hair aside, trying to get a grip on the
situation. I really have no time for this right now. “I think I’ve answered
enough questions now.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’ve got to give me more than that,” she huffs.

“I can’t. You don’t know how dangerous that is.”

“Why? Are you still too chicken to trust me?”

I hate it when she says things like that. I need to get it through
to her that I’m trying to protect her. I grab her chin softly. “I care about
you. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt. That’s why I don’t tell you. It’s better if
you stay out of this.”

She pushes my hand away, and I see it as a sign that I’m done here.
Going after the leader is more important right now. This’ll have to wait. I go
into the bathroom so I can take a shower and dress quickly before going
downstairs.

Of course, it’s no surprise Leafy follows me. “I don’t care if it’s
dangerous. I. Want. To. Know.”

I try to close the door, but she jams her foot inside. “You’re not
getting out of this, mister.”

Persistent. That’s for sure. It’s one of the things I both hate and
like about her. I guess I really fell for her quirks. “I love it when you put
your foot down like that.” I lean in and peck her on the forehead. “But I’m
going to take a shower now, and then I’m leaving.”

“I’m going with you,” she snaps, tapping her foot.

I roll my eyes and laugh. “Fine. Suit yourself.”

If she doesn’t want to leave the bathroom, I’ll just shower right in
front of her. I don’t care if she sees me naked. She can stare all she wants,
and I know she will. It won’t make a difference. I’ll still be out of here in a
matter of minutes.

As I start showering, I catch a glimpse of her cherry-pink lips and
blue eyes skimming my body. “You’re a dirty girl, you know that? Peeping on
naked guys.”

“I am
not
. Trust me, I’m not standing here for that reason.
I’m not even looking at you,” she insists, but I can hear she’s lying.

“I bet you were. And I also bet you liked what you saw.”

She takes in a deep breath and lets out a long, dragged-out sigh.
Guess I was right.

As I finish showering, I grab a towel and turn around to face her.
Her eyes are closed, which is too bad, because I’m completely naked right now
and right in front of her face. I dry myself and wrap the towel around my
waist. “You can open your eyes now. It’s safe.”

She scowls, and I grin. “You’ll get to see me eventually. I can’t
wait to see the look on your face then.”

“Whatever,” she mutters. “I’m still not letting you out of my sight.
I don’t like what you’re scheming one bit.”

“Oh, I didn’t expect you to. Come to the party with me then,” I say,
licking my lips.

Her eyes widen. “What? You want to take me with you?”

“Well, you just said I can’t stop you, so I’d rather take you with
me then. You’re safer with me than anywhere else.”

It’s not just that, but also the fact that she always follows me
around, and I know she’d follow me to the party as well if I left her here.
She’d be there no matter what. I know her. So it’s safer to just bring her
myself so I can keep an eye on her.

“But if you don’t want to, you can always just stay here, study a
bit, you know, go about your normal life like you always do,” I say, pecking
her on the cheek.

I walk past her to grab a pair of pants and some boxer briefs.

“Fine, but if you don’t, I swear to God I’ll―”

“Yeah, I know, you’ll kill me,” I say, laughing. “Don’t worry. I’ll
be there.”

I put on a brown shirt and some aftershave. After I’m done, I get
back to my girl and put my hand on her arm, trying to make her feel secure.
“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” I kiss her on the lips, and it’s just as sweet as
I remembered. I love kissing her. I’d love to do this all day, but unfortunately
I have other things that are more pressing. Besides, if we keep this up, I’ll
be walking around campus with a permanent boner.

So I stop kissing her and smile one last time before walking out of
the room.

I find Jaret waiting outside the dorm. “Let’s get to my car,” he
says.

“Wait,” I say, and I grab his arm.

“It’s not safe to talk about this in the open.”

I frown, still wanting answers. I don’t know how he discovered who
the leader is and for some reason I don’t trust it. It feels too good to be
true.

“I told him I wanted to ask him some more questions, and he said
he’d be waiting at the club.”

“You sure about this?” I ask him while we get into the car.

“Yeah.” We step inside, and as he closes the door he says, “Why
wouldn’t I be? I talked to a few distributors the other night at the party, and
one of them led me to believe he knew the leader.”

“How?”

“He said one of those hookers at the club, Miranda, was the
courier.”

As we drive off to the club, Jaret adds, “I think it’s the guard at
the door. Mike.”

♥♥♥

When we arrive at the club house, it’s eerily quiet. The guard isn’t
at the door as he usually is. There’s no music and I can only hear a couple of
voices in the back. All of this is making my skin crawl. It just doesn’t feel
right, but I still need to follow every lead I get for the sake of my brother.

“In here,” Jaret says, and he pulls me into a room close to the
entrance. There’s a man standing with his back toward us, arranging stacks of
drugs and money on the table. He puts out his cigarette in the ashtray as Jaret
closes the door behind us.

“Hey,” Jaret says, clearing his throat.

“This the one you talked with?” I mouth to Jaret.

He nods. “He told me about the hooker.”

“What do you want?” the guy says with a hoarse voice.

“You know that talk we had the other night at the party?” Jaret
says, casually walking inside.

“Yeah, what about it,” the guy says as he creates a neat line of
coke on the table.

“I brought my bud, you know, the one I was talking about. He’s
really itching to get higher up in the ranks, and we were wondering if you
could introduce us to the leader.”

The guy doesn’t respond. Instead, he leans forward and snorts up the
coke. My blood is boiling just looking at him. I hate seeing people use that
crap.

“You said that hooker at the club, Miranda, was the courier, right?
And she’s Mike’s chick.”

The guy bursts out into laughter. “Right.”

I swallow. This is not good. This is seriously not good. I don’t
know what Jaret has been doing, but this guy is not telling us everything he
knows.

“So it’s true then?”

Suddenly the door bursts open behind us. Wes is behind us, his fists
balled, his look vicious. Shit.

“I heard you asked about finding the leader?” he says, closing in on
us.

I glance at Jaret, and with our eyes we assure each other it’s going
to be okay. We got caught, but we have to play it cool. We can talk our way out
of this. We have to.

“They’ve been bugging me quite a bit,” the guy says, and he
chuckles, walking past us.

“And what did you tell them?” Wes asks as the guy stands behind him.

“Oh, just that Mike’s chick was the courier.”

Wes bursts out into laughter, shaking his head. “Oh, you and your
jokes.”

“What? They asked for it.”

Wes slaps him on the shoulder. “Sorry, guys, but he was messing with
you,” he tells us, his eyes narrowing. “You weren’t really looking for the
leader, now, were you?”

“Well, uh …” Jaret stammers.

“We want to become distributors too,” I interject.

Jaret swallows, taking in a sharp breath. We’re walking a thin line
here.

“Oh, is that so?”

“We only wanted to know who it was so we could ask him,” Jaret adds.

“Hmm …” Wes laughs again. “That’s cute. I hate to burst your bubble,
but you’d need to be in service for a much longer time to be eligible for it.”

He steps closer as the other guy leaves the room. “You’d have sell a
lot of drugs and be in a lot of fights for us to trust you enough to gain
ranks,” he says, stopping right in front of me. “I’m not sure you’d be up for
the task, but I realize I should give rookies a chance. So, you can start
today.” He places his hand on my shoulder. “See that stash over there?” He
signals at the table with the drugs. “If you can sell all of it before the day
is over, I
might
consider talking you up. Of course, that’s only because
you’d never betray Alpha Psi,” he says, looking me straight in the eye with a
stone-cold face. “You’ll be expected at the party tonight. There will be a lot
of guests who want some drugs, and you’ll be selling to them.”

With a wink, he turns around and walks toward the exit. “Oh, and
bring your chick with you. I know she’d like to party with us. I’ll be happy to
show her around a little.” And then he walks out.

Jaret wipes the sweat off his forehead, and I brush my fingers
through my hair.

“Fuck!” I mouth, trying to stay quiet, because I know they can hear
us.

“Um, yeah, let’s grab the drugs and go. Don’t want to make them
wait,” Jaret says, lowering his head to show me he’s serious. I nod in silence,
knowing we have to keep quiet in here. But damn, when we get to the car, we’re
gonna have to talk.

We stuff the drugs in our backpacks and jog out the building. Once
we get into the car, I throw the drugs to the back and turn back around. “What
the hell! I thought you knew who it was!”

“Yes! I thought he was being honest with me. He looked the part the
other night.”

“Yeah, well, doesn’t look like it,” I say, running my fingers over
my temples.

“Sorry, man, I didn’t know he’d tell Wes about this. I thought I
could trust him.”

“You can’t trust anyone! Not anyone, do you hear me?” I say.

“Yes, I get it, man,” he says, holding up his hands. “I’m in this
shit as deep as you are.”

I sigh. “Look, sorry, but this is important, all right?”

“I know … you want to get your brother out. I get it. And I’d like
that too.”

I sniff, trying to control my emotions, but they’re too much.
“Fuck!” I slam my fists on the dashboard.

“We still have a chance.”