ChaneyI tore the shirt off and tossed it on the floor on my way to the bathroom. I was told to keep my head low and to not make waves. That hadn’t lasted twenty-four hours and I was pissed off. The small cut burned and I grabbed some tissue and wet it with cool water from the sink.The shock more than the cut itself made me cry out when the bitch cut me. It was little more than a scratch. Dumb, dumb, dumb. The safest place in the world for me and I was stabbed. Yes, slight exaggeration, but it was only day one.A knock sounded on my door.Did he follow me? The last thing I needed was anyone taking interest in me and now I had a group of bullies and a guy too hot for his own damn good giving me grief. I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over my head, not bothering to put a bandage on the cut.“Miss Smith?”I recognized the voice and felt relief. Anger quickly overshadowed it and I threw open the door.Mr. Xavier, in his meticulous dark suit and cold eyes, stepped inside. I verbally atta

Dante“Do you ever listen to me?” he complained.“Never.”It was a lie and we both knew it. Crazy girl gave me an itch and it would fucking be scratched.Roland landed in his chair.“Megan said you could fuck off.”My lips twitched because Megan gave everyone shit when she could. She wasn’t in a crew but since her brother was, she stayed protected. Usually, she wasn’t my problem.“What did you find out?” I asked, disregarding his sister’s BS.“Megan’s dorm was changed and now she’s rooming with the girl. Neither would give me her name. She’s new, she’s a senior, and that is fucking weird.”“Caine,” I said.“On it.” He stood and walked away.“My sister is in bitch mode today,” Roland warned.I simply drank my coffee, rested against my seat, my manner completely ‘I don’t give a fuck’ and waited for Caine to do his thing. Crazy girl would walk or be carried.A minute later, two female hands landed on the table and I looked up into Megan’s furious gaze.“I’m not part of your crew and you

ChaneyDante gave me a long stare, seeing too much, damn it.“My crew leads the pack. The crews are our support system.”Dante’s eyes and voice turned lazy when he spoke to me but I could see his brain ticking away. I still didn’t have the answers I needed.“But how does that take place? Who establishes this hierarchy?”“You fight for it.”“Fight?”“With fists.”“What about Stella? How did she get her place?”Dante’s eyes traveled to the person in question who was still in line for coffee. He then gave me his full attention. Megan spoke before he did.“She bullied her way into it and kept her harassment confined to the freshmen and sophomores. She tangled with a junior here and there and it will be worse this year. The girls are terrified of her.”Dante now glared at Roland.“Don’t keep your mouth shut next time,” he ground out.Roland gave him a nod and it solidified the authority Dante had. I still needed answers.“So, you just walk up and punch someone to prove you’re at the top?”

ChaneyDante Laterza literally made my hands shake. I kept them in my arms, tucked over my chest so no one saw. The campus was crowded with underclassmen still moving in. For the most part they ignored me, though I did get a few curious glances.I made it into the dorm and turned around with my back against it after I locked it. I thought at any second Dante would grab me. His handiness should piss me off and it did, but it also did weird things to my belly and I didn’t like it.Dante had looked like shit this morning with red eyes and messy hair. I still wanted him. His six-pack abs threw me because I had to keep my fingers from trailing over each swell of muscle. I’d had crushes but those were confined to television or movies. Lorenzo Richelmy came to mind and I’d watched every second of Marco Polo simply to drool. His dark good looks were fucking hot and he still had nothing on Dante Laterza.“Is there a reason you look like you’re running from someone?” Megan asked after she walke

DanteThe rest of the crew slowly arrived and we razzed about our hangovers and the classes we were actually excited for this year. Rumors of years past were in short supply on campus but we all knew our classes senior year fell more in line with what we would be doing after graduation.“Roland. Find your sister between first and second period and get me Chaney’s schedule. What?” I asked when they all stopped talking and stared at me.“He’s got it bad for her pussy and we need him on his game. Give him a break, guys.”Caine thought he was coming to my rescue but it wasn’t true. I didn’t give a fuck what the guys thought about my interest in Chaney. I’d made that clear when I held her hand. Fuck. My dick stiffened just thinking about touching her fucking hand. I needed an intervention.“Get the information, Roland.”“Got your back,” he said.We checked each other’s schedules that had come through in emails last night. We had at least one class with each other and several had a majority