The Wallflower (Ruthless Disciples #1) Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Dark, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Ruthless Disciples Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
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"Go downstairs and wait. I'll come find you when it's your turn."

Called it. Her lips part, an argument waiting to slip free, but Lee's cutting glance is enough to make her grab her dress off the floor and walk out of the room. She slips it on as she walks toward me, and I keep my stance in the doorway, forcing her to squeeze by me to pass.

He switches the sound system off. The absence of the ridiculous music is almost an entirely new sound.

"Friend of yours?" I tease.

"You know better than anyone else the answer to that. She wanted my dick, so I gave it to her. If that’s considered friendship, then sure. Otherwise, nope.”

All I can do is laugh. Lee’s father thinks he’s never going to give him grandchildren. The homophobic ass doesn’t realize bisexuality isn’t the same thing as being gay. Of the pack of us, Lee seems the most stable, so he’s got that going for him. He’s also the first one to jump into any mess, off any roof, and over any bridge. Most likely following one of us assholes on the way down. It also helps his social standing at school that his father owns a billion-dollar tech company. Lee learned to hack while he learned to walk. It’s in his blood. If only his father was more supportive of him.

Hopping off the bed, he disappears into the bathroom and comes out a minute later, a pair of basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. "Do you require my expertise?”

“Yes. I need intel, anything you can find.” I cross to sit beside his desk as he slips into his office chair and slides up to his computer.

“Of course you do. Good thing you got a friend like me, huh?” He grins. “So what’s her name?”

“Maybel. Found her in the library. Well, actually, she found me. She lives over in the dorms. Refused to tell me her name and tried running away. Turns out she’s a bigger challenge than I expected. Now I need to know whatever I can about her.”

What kind of person does it make me, knowing that I’m excited about the possibility of having something to use against her? Blackmail, white lies, secrets. If I can use it as ammo, then I will. Anything to keep her compliant.

“Ahhh, got it.” Lee doesn’t ask questions, and why would he? He knows the score and how cruel the world can be.

Don’t get it twisted. Lee might appear to be the most normal of us, but he’s got his own demons and secrets. His fingers move over the keys easily as he hacks into the university’s student database. In less than two minutes, he’s got her university profile loaded. I lean forward, staring at the screen a little closer.

It's her, and my heart kicks up all over again. Every muscle tightens, priming me for what’s to come. The anticipation is killing me, and I haven’t even solidified that she’s going to be at the event. It doesn’t matter if she goes or not. I’ll find a way to get her in the woods. The event would just be an easier way.

"That's her," I announce.

Lee nods and studies the screen a beat longer. "She's cute and a little nerdy but definitely not your type. Is this revenge or something else?”

“It’s not revenge, and I know she’s not my type. Maybe that’s why I’m so compelled to own her. I don’t really know, but what I do know is that I need you to send me whatever you can find on her.”

“Just invite her to The Hunt. Then you can be the first to catch her and do whatever you want to her.”

“That’s the plan, genius. However, she’s a smart girl. I need to ensure that she’ll attend, and that if she doesn’t show up, I have proper blackmail in place to use against her.”

“This sounds…” Lee narrows his eyes and looks at me hard. “Are you going to make her your girlfriend or something? Because from the sounds of it, you’re talking as if she’ll be a permanent fixture.”

Am I? Fuck.

“No. You know I only fuck, no dating. My plan is to claim her and fuck her until I grow tired of her. She’s different, though, and by the looks of it, a challenge. Therefore, I’ll need something to use against her.”

“Makes sense.” He nods, his attention going back to the computer. He scrolls down the screen, clicking on a few more tabs. A moment later, a file containing her exact address, parents’ address, her current GPA, class schedule, and information regarding that girl I saw her with who I now know is her roommate, pops up.

Quickly, I fish my cell phone out of my pocket and snap a photo. "Send it all to me.”

“Not a problem,” he mutters, his eyes moving over the screen as he reads something. “It appears Ms. Maybel Jacobs has gone in to see the school therapist multiple times this year. Looks like she suffers from depression, anxiety, and PTSD. I wonder what she's got going on upstairs. You sure you want to get tangled in her crazy?”



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