“If I win, you stop fucking her for the rest of the school year,” Widow says, shrugging his huge shoulders as my eyes go wide. Bohnes goes so still that I actually wonder if I won’t have to grab my Glock and put him down. Instead, he throws his head back with wild laughter, raking his fingers through his white hair and grabbing a handful of it. He yanks on it for a moment, his ice-blue eyes sliding over to mine. His pupils are dilated, his lips swollen from kissing me. I’ve absolutely wrecked him; there’s so much blood staining his shirt that I’m almost ashamed of myself.
