Lords of Wrath (Royals of Forsyth University, #2)

by Angel Lawson

“Whoever started that fire used my materials. They brought an outsider into my warehouse—a girl, from the looks of it. They compromised my organization, I assume in some effort to get between her scrawny little legs.” He squeezes Tristian’s neck, hissing into his ear, “That road head better have been worth it. Right, son?” “Yes, sir,” Tristian replies, and even though his poker face flawless, I can see the flash of dread in his eyes. How the fuck would Daniel know about Story giving him road head? Daniel releases him with a barely restrained shove before stalking back to his desk, tossing the phone with a clatter. “You remember that little talk we had your senior year, Mercer?” Tristian dips his chin in a nod. “I do.” “I hope so,” Daniel says, pinning him under a glare. “Because your inability to choose pussy has caused more property damage than a goddamn wildfire. You’re still in my debt for covering up that incident with the boat. You just remember that, too.”