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“What are you thinking?” Hawk steps in beside me, studying Evan with me.

I glance around at the party and set my half-full bottle down. I have more important things to do than drink tonight. “We need somewhere to talk. All of us.”

Hawk nods, getting his phone out and firing off a text. “I have a place in mind.”

My gaze returns to Evan, and this time, it’s almost like she knows I’m looking at her. Her gaze collides with mine. Her eyes are light, but I’ve never really paid attention to the color. From here, they’re just pale and dull.

But everything is about to change.

Cam manages to escape Olivia’s clutches, and we get on our motorcycles to ride up into the hills surrounding the city. My new bike needs repairs from the accident, but my father refuses to pay for them. Fortunately, I own more than one motorcycle.

Hawk signals to a parking area overlooking the city. We come up here often when we need to get away from the noise. It’s a pleasant ride, day or night.

We pull in and line up along the overlook, shutting our bikes off. The city lights shine bright in the night, but up here it’s dark with only the sounds of nature—crickets, the occasional owl. It’s peaceful.

Cam reaches into his saddle bags and pulls out a cold beer for each of us. We’re not going to get shitfaced, but it’s cold and tastes good.

“What’s the plan?” Hawk sets his helmet in front of him and leans back on his bike.

“Yeah, if we can’t fuck up Chase, what can we do?” Cam leans forward, elbows on his handlebars, staring down into the city lights.

“We can fuck up his life.” My words hang in the air between us for a moment while they let that settle in. “Take away his future. Every piece of it.”

Hawk smirks. “He does have a girlfriend.”

“So, what?” Cam tilts his head as he looks over at both of us. “One of us is going to go for his girl?”

I take a sip, because Evan is more than a game now. “What was that big speech you made after I found out I was locked down here for another year?”

Cam rises from his bike and steps back like he’s about to give the speech of his life. “The three of us.”

“Fuck, this again?” Hawk shakes his head. But there’s a small lift to his lips. He secretly loves this shit.

Cam holds his beer out to Hawk like he’s giving him a toast. “We’re fucking eighteen years old. We’ve got one more year before Damon goes off to play hockey in the big leagues. Hawk goes off to Columbia and makes a name for himself. And me, fuck, I’ll probably go to Crowne Mawr and rule Delta Psi Lambda, because once a devil, always a devil.”

“Are we going to listen to the whole thing?” Hawk rolls his eyes and drinks his beer.

“Yes,” Cam says. “Because we’re brothers. This is it. After this year, no more partying together. No more hockey together. Yeah, we’ll go see Damon on the ice, but it won’t be the same. So let’s do this right and not fuck it up. We have one more year together.”

“Then we take her from him, together.” I smile.

“Exactly what are you proposing?” Hawk straightens.

Cam grins and thrusts his hips. “Girl’s got three holes. Pretty sure they’ve been used. Even if she acts all innocent, like a goody two-shoes.”

“My point.” I tip my beer to Cam. “We show the school and Chase how big of a slut Miss EvanAnn Ward can be. We ruin his little good girl for him. We take away all of the good things in his life, until he’s left miserable. Everything that gives him his future. And we make sure my father’s gold digger finds her living situation unacceptable, which should coincide nicely with our first objective. Two birds with one stone.”

“Together!” Cam steps in and clinks his bottle against mine.

“Together,” I say and take a drink.

Cam clinks his bottle with Hawk’s. Hawk meets my gaze. “Together.”