NOT FULL BOOK
Amelia stumbles upon a crime syndicate on campus when she catches the eye of a member apart of the group. He is powerful, dominant, and controlling.
Aiden (who goes by Blade) is in line to be the next president of the Heathens. He's gi...
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After lunch I decide to hang in my dorm room with Skye and have a relaxing rest of the evening. I have a feeling once Blade gets back it'll be anything other than relaxing so I'll take it while I can get it.
We're currently painting our toenails.
"Oh my God, Blade?!" Skye asks after I've been sitting here giving her the rundown for the past half an hour. I delayed telling her until now, but she started asking questions at lunch.
I nod. "Yup. And I have no idea what to do."
"Wow, he's hot. Even hotter than Rhett. Score."
"I don't care if he looked like Jacob Elordi, he's bad news! You said it yourself he's in a freaking gang."
"Nah, Elordi has nothing on Blade looks wise, maybe a few inches but Blade isn't much shorter than him either. And so what? It's not like he's asking you to commit illegal activities for him. He's rich and hot and popular, just focus on that."
"Wow, you sound like you want him," I tease.
I have never in my life wanted a guy for how much money he has or where he lands on the attractiveness scale. And definitely not for where he is on the food chain among these rich kids.
My phone rings and I put it on speaker so I can continue painting my toenails.
"Hey dad, what's up?"
"Amelia, this is our chance."
"Huh?" I ask, confused.
"I just got word that Blade's gone. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Um..."
I haven't talked to my dad this entire week, and the first time he calls he's not even apologizing, just worried about Blade's whereabouts.
"I'm going to take you to the president's house and you'll tell him that somebody from the group is bothering you and threatening you. He'll stop it. I'll pick you up in the morning, dress nice."
Did he even stop and ask what I wanted? What would make me happy? I'm not saying I want to stay with him but my dad asking me first would've been nice.
"Okay," I mutter.
When I hang up the phone, Skye hums.
"What?" I ask her.
"Are you sure you want to go do that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Um... were you not present in the conversation we just had? Rich, hot, popular. I thought you were going to go for it. It'll sure get those bullies off your back. Plus you being with him is like virtually the only way I can be with Rhett."
"I— I mean I have to go, my dad will make me."
"Or you could call Blade and tell him your dad's plan."
