Page 27 of We Were Together


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“Knee injury?” His smug-ass look morphs to one of confusion, before he realizes my intentions all too late.

Lifting my foot, I drive it down repeatedly into his knee. Colton’s tortured screams fill the space around us, growing louder with each and every stomp. On the third blow, I feel the crack I was waiting for, and a surge of satisfaction swells within me.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” He clutches his mangled joint. “Do you have any idea what my father’s going to do to you?!”

“Daddy isn’t gonna do shit to me, Colton, because you’re gonna tell him how you were jumped by a bunch of kids in masks and rival school colors after practice.”

“And why the fuck would I do that?” he seethes.

“Because if you don’t, I’m gonna be forced to release all those naked pictures you have of your sister on your phone.”

“What the fuck?!” His face twists into an expression of disgust. “I don’t have naked pictures of Cat on my phone!”

“Oh, but you do. I mean—” I reach into my back pocket, pulling my cell free and flipping open to my photos “—there’s this one.” I flip the screen around to reveal the image of Cat topless, her reflection posing suggestively in a floor length mirror. “And then this one.” Swiping right, I show him the next one of her arching her back, flaunting her bare ass in the direction of the camera. “Oh, and… wow… I can’t imagine people will receive this one well.” I dangle the phone in front of him, taunting him with the video of his sister fingering herself in her bed as she moans loudly.”

“Jesus, dude.” He winces as he attempts to shove at me. “That’s fucking disgusting. None of that shit’s in my phone.”

“Are you sure?” I raise a brow suggestively. “I’d check if I were you.”

Colton looks at me like I’m crazy, but he still obliges me. Unlocking his phone, he navigates to his photos, where I watch as his expression morphs. Shifting from one of suspicion, to absolute horror, before settling on downright pissed.

He tosses his phone off to the side, his hands flying up in surrender. “SHE DID NOT SEND THOSE TO ME.”

She actually sent them to me. Catalina Holbreck’s been chasing my dick all summer sending me those kinds of unsolicited pictures. And while the images did nothing to boost my respect for her, they did earn her a spot in the rotation when school started back up. So, how’d they end up on douchebag’s phone? Please, I’ve taken shits longer than the time it takes me to hack someone’s Cloud. It’s so easy I even taught JP and Rico how to do it. The former being the one who handled this particular project for me when I called him on the drive over. You know what else is ridiculously easy to hack? The system the school uses to store its digital security files. When they check the footage later, all they’re gonna find is an unfortunate malfunction of all the south-bound facing cameras on the property.

“The way I see it, you have two options, Colt. You can take your beating like a man and chalk this up to the unfortunate consequences of Fucked Around and Found Out, or you can rat. In which case I’m going to supply an ironclad alibi complete with at least three witnesses, and you’re going to be exposed as a sister-fucker. Choose.”

His jaw hardens, his mouth forming a tight line across his face, and I know I’ve made my point.

“Anything else?” he grits out.

“Yeah.” I slip my phone back into my pocket. “Tell your sister to stop sending me pictures like that. Had she not done it in the first place, I still would’ve found a way to blackmail you, but I at least would have had to put effort in.”

“Fuck you, Nick.” He spits at me.

“Your sister already did this morning. Twice.” Flipping him off, I offer up a crooked smirk before making my way back toward my car.

“You got something to say, too, Romero?” I hear Colton snarl from behind me.

“Don’t come at me just because you can’t hold your own. What kind of drug dealer can’t fight? Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, bitch.”

The increased tempo of feet slapping against asphalt sounds at my back until Rico catches up to me and meets my strides. “Dude, while I thoroughly enjoyed that little show, I think I speak for everyone when I say, what the fuck? You wanna explain to me what that was all about?”

“You heard what it was about. He was fucking with Daphne.” My car beeps as I hit the unlock button. “You need a ride?”

“Yeah, I told my ma not to worry about scooping me after you called.” He rounds the front of the BMW, dropping into the passenger seat beside me. “Now, back to our discussion, you don’t think that response was just a little out of proportion?”

The engine roars to life, and I settle back into the soft leather of my seat. Turning to meet his gaze, I shrug, offering up the only explanation I have.

“It’s Daph.”

CHAPTER 9

NOW

NICKY

“You’re a fucking dumbass.” Mav points at me, cigarette pinched between his index and middle fingers.

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