Chapter 18

• Kane
• The restaurant smelled like a bag of sweaty dicks and cooking oil, but they needed to discuss what’s been going on with the threats, and they couldn’t do that on campus. Kane couldn't fathom how Wilder's cousin Remington found this place, but not being able to have their vehicles in the middle of nowhere setting of Westbrook didn’t make it easy to sneak off campus. Remington lived over on Hollow Hill Mountain and often came to Faircliff to buy stuff for those stupid crotch rockets he and his friends messed around with. He was older, but just like Wilder, a pain in the ass. He dropped them off here and said he’d be back after he went to pick up some parts that Kane couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of.
• Kane thought claiming Celeste the other night, shoving his dick down her throat until she choked, would make him feel better, but it didn’t. She was still the only thing he thought about, and it didn’t make him want her any less; it only made him loathe her even more. It was a mistake, and he couldn’t let that sort of shit happen again, no matter how much his blood raced when he looked at her. The moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he would have to have her. He’d ruin her, and the more of her she gave him, the less guilt he felt for taking it.