Ruthless knight

Cole

“Oh, my God,” Casey cries out. 

Everyone’s too stu

 “Want me to guard the doors?” Dwight offers. 

“Just say the word, brother,” Le

“Where’s the popcorn when you need it?” This from Cortland.  

“Cole,” Casey whispers, her voice trembling. 

Paying the traitorous bitch no mind, I focus on the other piece of shit in front of me. 

You can cut the tension with a knife when he turns around.

Everyone’s eyes ping pong between us, no doubt waiting for a brawl. 

The shit-eating smirk on his face makes it clear he not only wants—he’s expecting—a reaction from me. 

Too bad for Todd, I’d rather saw off my nuts with a butter knife than give him one. 

Because I know once I lay my hands on him, I won’t stop until I permanently rearrange his face.  

And that’s exactly what he wants. 

It doesn’t take a genius to realize he’ll have me arrested and I can kiss my shot at Duke’s goodbye. 

Fucker must be awfully threatened to feel the need to stoop so low as to fuck my girlfriend. 

Correction—ex-girlfriend. 

 “Cole,” Casey whispers again.  

Ignoring her, I look at Todd and stick out my hand. “Good game, man.”

Confusion mars his face and his eyes dart around the room briefly before he apprehensively shakes it. 

When I release my hold, he tenses up, no doubt waiting for my fist to come next. 

But it doesn’t. 

I walk the fuck out instead. 

There’s not a person on earth worth giving up my dreams for. 

“Hey,” Jace calls out when I’m halfway down the hall. 

I was so distracted I walked right past him. 

Get your shit together. 

I spin around. “Yo.” 

Expression full of concern, he walks toward me. “You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Shoving his hands into the oversized pocket of his hoodie, he blows out a breath. “I don’t know. You seem off.” 

My brother and I have a weird relationship. He’s only a year older, but he’s the one who stepped up and took care of things after our family fell apart. 

He’s also the only person who’s ever given a shit about me. 

Jace wouldn’t just take a bullet for me and Bianca…he’d take an entire magazine for us. 

It’s why he’s the only person in my life who gets what little respect I have to give. 

After checking to make sure no one else is within earshot, I tell him the truth. 

“I caught Casey fucking Todd Harris in the locker room.” 

Along with the rest of the football team. 

His eyes widen. “Shit. That fucking sucks.” The vein in his forehead makes an appearance. “If you want me to feed him his teeth, just say the word. I don’t want you blowing your shot with Duke’s over some asshole.”

As much as I appreciate his offer to handle Todd, this shit is my beef, not his. 

“Nah, don’t waste your time. Truth is, I’ve been wanting to get rid of Casey’s skanky ass for a while now. She just happened to beat me to it is all.” 

His lips twitch. “Well, don’t stress it. It’s not like you’ll be single for long. I’m sure there’s plenty of girls willing to give up their right tit to make your dick wet.”

He’s not wrong. 

Too bad I’ve fucked most of them already and I’m growing tired of their fake moans and monotonous moves. 

Half the time they just lie there like a dead fish. As if the thought of getting fucked by me is more interesting than the actual act.  

No wonder Oakley fucked his stepmom. 

High school girls are boring as hell. Especially when they’re virgins. 

Screwing one of them is the equivalent of forcing yourself to eat bland, dry chicken without any seasoning for twenty minutes straight in order to get rid of your hunger.

Personally, I’d rather starve.  

Reaching over, I bump my fist with his. “Truth.” I motion down the hallway. “I should get going. They’ll be calling my name any minute. Thanks for coming to the game.”  

“Hold up,” he says when I start to leave. 

“What’s good?” 

“The sperm donor’s still on his business trip, right?” 

“Yeah. I think he said something about being back on Tuesday.”

Whereas Jace harbors resentment toward our father and refuses to take a single cent from him now that he’s able to support himself—I simply don’t give a fuck and have no problem milking the fucker for every pe

The way I see it, it’s the least Jason Covington can do. 

Plus, I manage to accrue some pretty sweet shit when I act like I don’t hate his guts for five minutes. 

Like my most prized possession. A two-million-dollar LaFerrari I dub the green monster. 

I scored it shortly after we caught him red-handed with his latest whore Nadia, and Jace let it slip that he cheated on our mom before she died. 

Bastard. 

“Good. I’m coming over on Sunday.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Bianca’s been on my case a lot lately. She thinks Dylan’s keeping me away from you guys.” His gaze cuts to mine. “It’s not like that though. Dylan would never do that.”

Oh hell. Here we go. 

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Dylan makes you happy. Don’t let Bianca ruin that.” 

He sighs. “I know. I just hate that she thinks I don’t care about h—”

“She knows you care, Jace. The only reason she’s acting like a jealous brat and making you feel bad is because you let her. Point blank, Bianca wants the attention and enjoys feeling like she has some kind of power over your relationship with Dylan.” 

Sometimes my big brother needs a dose of reality. 

He knows as well as I do Bianca enjoys fucking with people and slithering into their psyche so she can control them. 

Fortunately for her, she has an advantage, thanks to our mother’s looks and inheriting the asshole Covington gene from our dad. 

Unfortunately for everyone else, the girl has no boundaries and there’s no telling how far she’d go to get whatever she wants. 

The fact she’s pla

The world will be fucked once Bianca starts pulling the strings of the mentally ill and criminally insane. 

Which is why Jace needs to stop allowing her to play him like a fiddle. My brother’s gone soft ever since he fell in love, but he’ll end up getting burned if he’s not careful. 

 “You’re right.” Another sigh. “I just don’t want her to feel like she can’t come to me, or like I’m abandoning her or some shit. She—”

 “Man, shut it down. Bianca has you wrapped around her little finger and the more you give in to her bullshit, the tighter her grip will become.” 

She’s my baby sister, therefore I’ll always have her back if anyone hurts her, but the girl is a master manipulator if there ever was one. 

I pity whatever poor schmuck she ends up setting her sights on. The clown won’t ever be able to escape from her crazy ass. 

Hell, if Cortland wasn’t such a perverted prick, I’d set the two of them up. 

Fucker deserves a little misery.  

Nodding, Jace crosses his arms. “I will. Sunday morning I’m go