Quiet Temptation

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Parker

It's only week two and I'm bored to death in these classes. Like truly and utterly bored. It doesn't help that I know I'll only be here a year, if that, and that this is all pointless.

Brent is dozing off next to me in this International Business lecture. Someone giggles up front and I look down to see two girls sitting together laughing. There's a third girl who is focused on the lecture, pen in hand, scribbling away furiously. Martina.

I find myself watching her far too much in this class.

I should drop the class.

Martina sits with two of those bitches that were talking shit about her at that first party at the Wolf mansion. At least she seems more interested in the class than the girls talking around her.

Brent lets out a snore and I nudge him in annoyance.

He wakes up abruptly, wiping a bit of drool off his chin.

He was up late partying with Colm again. Brent claims it's to 'get information' but I know he just wants to score the good drugs Colm always seem to have on hand.

I rub the back of my neck as more giggles come from up front.

The professor sighs, "Girls," she warns.

They shut up. Thankfully.

My eyes go back to Martina unwillingly.

"I heard she's dating Rocco Rossi," Brent says suddenly from my side.

"What?" I ask, blinking. "Who?"

"Marty," Brent nods at Martina, calling her Marty like they're old fucking friends. Fuck him.

Rocco Rossi?

The oldest son of the boss of the Cosa Nostra in New York. And the president of the Silver Knights. Interesting.

That's a new development.

"You sure about that?" I ask, biting a little too hard on the pen in my mouth.

"That's the rumor," Brent yawns obnoxiously. "Gwen told me."

"You talking to Gwen Callahan often?" I ask darkly.

Brent smirks.

"Don't even go there," I warn. "She's a kid."

"She's 18, fucker. And we're just hanging out. I haven't touched her."

I roll my eyes.

"Apparently, he's interested in her. Not sure how serious it is. Yet."

"Since when do you gossip like a fucking teenager?" I ask gruffly.

Brent scoffs, but thankfully class is ending, and we start heading out towards the quad. My phone buzzes and I see Tristan's name.

Normally, I'd welcome a call from my friend, but I'm weirdly on edge for some reason and am not really in the mood to talk business.

"What's up?" I ask, answering the phone after a few rings.

"Park, what the fuck is up man? Miss your crazy ass," Tristan booms. I chuckle.

"Yeah, well why don't you come visit then? You can commiserate with me on this desolate island."