Playboy Princes: A Dark College Romance(52)

“Where is Rafe?” I repeated, barely resisting the urge to choke him out again. Unfortunately, it was hard to talk when being choked, and I needed him to answer me.

“Resistance,” he coughed. “They’re waiting for you.”

This didn’t surprise me. They’d clearly been studying me and knew my weaknesses already. Rafe was definitely one of those.

“Do they have Mattie too?” I asked, rocking back on my heels.

He was finally able to lift his hand and rubbed it across his throat. “I don’t know,” he said. “We had our orders to bring one of the princes in, and this one was the first to present an easy target.”

Yeah, right. Nothing about Rafe was easy, and if they hadn’t ambushed him when he was distracted by his father… and most likely my presence… he’d have killed them all.

Like I was about to.

The guy knew it too as his eyes went wide, hands coming up like he could stop me.

“Violet!” Jordan yelled, heavy footsteps alerting me to his presence.

“Wait,” the resistance dick said at the same time. “What if I could get you to Rafe? Like, right now, no need to wait for them to come to you with demands.”

I paused, my hands flexing against his throat but not constricting yet. “I’m listening,” I said as Jordan’s footsteps pounded closer.

“There’s another helicopter coming to pick the rest of us up. We can disguise you in one of our outfits, and you’ll stroll right in.”

Shit! I really wanted to kill this guy, but that was actually the perfect plan. If he wasn’t trying to trick me.

“If you’re lying to me,” I said through gritted teeth, “you’re going to wish I’d killed you on this roof. My punishment will be way worse than death.”

He was scared of me. I didn’t know why or how—if it was because of whatever expression I wore or if my reputation preceded me—but whatever the reason, it was useful.

“I agree to this deal, on one stipulation,” I told him.

He swallowed hard. “Anything.”

“Jordan comes too.”