The next morning Dante headded right over to Kappa Delta Jamma whatever to find Jake, and either beat the shit out of him or kill him. No one could mess with the Bruni's and if her father found out about this, Jake would proabaly be thrown in the cellar. And then his fate would be sealed.
Dante banged on the front door, and it slipped loose from the door loock. He peaked his head in. Sleeping bodies, sprwawled on the couches and cushions on the floor. None of them were that looser. Dante spotted someone who was nursing a hang over from the kitchen water dispenser.
"Hey, where's Jake?" Dante asked sternly.
The hung over shaggy brown haired frat bro looked up at him lazlily. "Which one?"
Jesus, of course there had to be more then one Jake at a frat. "Bartender boy."
He perked up, and looked around the room. "Don't see him down here, might be in his room. Up the stairs second door on the left." He pointed to the stairs behind him.
Dante didn't let the frat bro finish before he stalked over to the stairs. He busted into the room, and Jake had two naked girls sprawled across his chest. His two sizes two big boxers low on his hips. The girls had startled awake.
"Sorry, ladies. Time to go." He pointed a thumb at the door. Jake woke up to them rustling around the room, and noticed Dante towering next to the door way.
His smile was lazy, how was he more scared of Stella then of big bad Dante? "See you in Econ, Heather." He winked with a sleezy smile.
Dante slammed the door shut and locked it. Jakes eyes went wide.
"Look man," He said holding up his hands and pressing himself farther back on the bed.
"You drug them too?" Dante growled. His hands instantly on Jakes throat.
He shook his head, as well as one could with their neck being grabed by giant hands. "No, man. They're my girlfirends." He choked out. Dante threw him back on the bed, and he started coughing.
Dante paced back a few steps. "Where the fuck did you get the roofies from?" He held up the small packet with Antonio's insignia.
"This random dude with short bleach blonde hair, held me at gunpoint and told me to slip one in Stellas drink. I swear, dude. I'd never drug Stella. He said that if I didn't then he'd come back for Heather and Ashely."
Dante's anger took a hold of him and slapped Jake across his face. "Why the fuck did you do it? Do you know who Stella is?"
Jake screamed back, "Yes, you neanderthal, she fucking pays my tuition with her opiods."
"So why the fuck, did you do it? Not just to protect your girls." Dante was getting frustrated and un-holstered his 9mm.
"Jesus Christ." Jake put his hands up.
"Also, how would he know if you did or didn't drug her? Why whould he want her roffied?"Dante said inching up on Jake, gun in hand.
"Alright! Alright!" Jake was cowering in the corner of the wall his bed was up against. "Bleach blondie gave them to me hours before the party, said I needed to drug Stella because he knew she would be there. He didn't say why, but then threatened my girls. All night I saw him stalking around the house, looking like a regualr college kid, but when Stella came to the bar, I didn't have time to tell her before she berated me. After she left to dance with you, the dude came back up to me, and held his gun to my spine, and said if I didn't roofie her, he'd just go ahead and kill her right there."
Dante lowered his gun, and holstered it. "What the fuck."He said slowly. "Do you know if he was mafia or just a stalker?"
Jake shook his head, "I don't know man, he was sketchy. Showed up to me in all black, and when he was at the party he looked like a frat bro."
What Dante knew of Antonio's men, was limited, but knew that black was a signituare mafia color in their town. This didn't rule out a stalker of any kind though.
"Do you have any cameras around the house?" Dante asked.
"Yeah, there is one on the back door. Cam's are monitored in the basement."
Dante's demener turned dark. "Show me."
Jake threw on clothes, and led Dante to a corner of the basement with a wooden door, and a metal latch with a combo lock on it. Jake opened the door, and there was the feed to the back door, and servers next to the screen. "If you find anything let me know, I'd like to show the house manager, so we can block him on our guest list next time." Jake said as Dante sat down at the desk to rewind the footage. He started at the beginning of the day yesterday, and scrolled through hours of footage. Dante spotted a bleach blone haired guy in all black, look over his sholder at the camera. He paused the video and took a screen shot of his face. He sent a recording of the 2 minuets before and after he appeared at the back door to himself. 10 minuets of footage later, bleach blondie left through the back door again. And threw up a hood as he stalked out of frame.
Dante showed Jake the screen shot of the man, and headed back to the apartment.
***
Tif was sitting in the lounge chair in Stella's room, reading a fashion magazine, nervously waiting for her to wake up. Stella shifted around in the bed, and put her hand to her forehead. "Stel." Tif said sliding off the chair and kneeling at her side.
"Jesus, what happened?" Stella asked.
"We think Jake drugged you." Tif explined.
"Jake's just a looser and doesn't know better." Dante said from the door frame. Tif and Stella both turned to look at him. "Jake said that a bleach blonde haired man came to him before the party, held him at gun point and told him to drug her. He wasn't sure of the reason, but did say he was at the party last night."
"Shit." Tif exhaled.
"How are you feeling?" Dante said coming more into the room.
"My head is throbbing, but at least I can think clearly and the room isn't a blur." Stella said.
Dante went over to her window and closed the shades. "You need to recover, the light will make it worse. It'll be like the worst hangover you've ever had."
Stella sat up and proped her self up on the head board. "Great."
"Did you beat Jake to a pulp or is he still breathing?" Stella questioned.
Danted chuckled, "He's in one piece. Cooperated just fine. But I do have a picture of our suspect." Dante held out his phone to Tif, her eyes narrowed.
"Wait, that guy is in our Tax Law class. He sit's in the back. Gives off weird vibes, hardly says anything, but I think he's the only one who has aced all the midterms."
Dante showed Stella. "Yeah, that's him. Why would he want to drug me?"
He shrugged, "Maybe he's a stalker? Know his name?" He said to Tiff.
She shook her head. "We'll I guess we'll have to say hi to him in Tax Law this week." Dante's smile turned dark.
Did he enjoy intimidating people? Stella thought.
"For now, you're on house arrest until you can walk in the sunlight again." Dante scolded.
Stella stuck her tounge out at him, as he left the room. Sleep did sound lovely to her though. Who knows how long she'll be passed out for again, if she does doze off? Dante was here, he'd make sure she was safe, she'd sleep as long as she'd like.
Maybe having him as her fake boyfriend wasn't so bad after all. If he hadn't been there, bleach blondie might have dragged her off into the night, un-aware of her surroundings. He could be mafia, or just a stalker with bad intentions. Either way, Stella was grateful that Dante had been her fake protective boyfriend last night.
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Stella's Own
Romance*MATURE* Being the heiress of a decades-old mafia was hard work. The only way that Stella liked to relax was to have her own set of men at her disposal. Now finishing her senior year at college her father assigns her a body guard, who's tall, tatted...
