Pin-up Girl

Prologue
Elise
These fucking stripper heels were not conducive to
running away.
And that was exactly what I needed to be
doing. Right now.
Shouts behind me echoed down the alley. Their panic
bounced off of pavement still glistening from the fresh
rain. At least it wasn’t raining right now. My lungs were
going to explode with how greedily I sucked in air.
“There she is!” Emmett, the university’s most in
demand bachelor. It was said he could make panties drop
with a wink and his signature smirk. Now, he was using
those lips to scream out my location.
Damn. Damn.
Another set of footsteps joined Emmett’s, and now two
of the three Kings of Alpha Delta Omega were on my ass.
From the lack of shouting, I’d say the second guy was Jules.
The Mute.
After some kind of accident as a kid, he literally
couldn’t speak.
This was not a good idea. I should have stayed in my
room, reading smut and giving myself a hell of a good
time.
Yes. The end of the alley was steps away, and once I
was out, there would be people, lights. All the things that
would make it impossible to confront me.
A shadow barred my way, and I craned my neck up
and up. Until finally, I made it to the gorgeous and
hideously angry face of Milo. The king of the kings.
Jules and Emmett closed in on my back, and I was left
spinning, trying to keep everyone in my sight. These guys
were not going to get rid of me. They were not going to
ruin my life because I saw something I shouldn’t have.
Fuck. That.
“What’s your name, babe?” Emmett flashed a mechanical
yet charming smile my way.
Little did he know, I was immune to his charms.
Everyone knew how he operated on campus, and I wasn’t
about to let him lull me into a false sense of lust before he
slit my throat.
“If I gave a fuck, I’d tell you. Guess what? I don’t.
Fresh out.” I made a show of checking the nonexistent
pockets of my miniskirt.
Milo touched my arm with two fingers and I yanked
away from him. “Cute. We’re not going to hurt you.” Lie.
“We just want to chat. What’s your name?”
His voice was smooth and calming. His whole persona
had changed in a heartbeat, saying I’m safe, you can trust me.
I wasn’t. I couldn’t.
“I’ve seen her around. I think she’s in my econ class.”
Emmett snapped his fingers, trying to recall my name. It
eluded him.
Jules circled the three of us, watching me with sharp
eyes the entire time. He was waiting for me to run, I could
tell. He may even be hoping for it. His arms flexed,
muscles easily visible under the dim streetlight half a block
away.Milo scanned my body. If I were him, I’d be looking
for a purse, or anywhere where I would have stuck a wallet.
I didn’t have one on me. I left it in the club.
I waited a beat. One. Two. Three.
“Listen, babe,” Emmett said, like the meaningless term
of endearment would put me at ease. “You aren’t leaving
until we get some answers. How about we go back to the
Shack and get to know each other?”
The Shack being the nickname for the huge ass
mansion their fraternity occupied. Everyone knew it. Only
the chosen could enter.
“This has been fun and all, but I can’t hang around.
This bitch has things to do. And my girlfriend’s waiting on
me. You don’t want her to call the cops if I don’t find her,
do you?” I flipped the large curls in my long blonde hair
over my shoulder.
“We’ll take care of that. No need to alarm anyone.
Emmett.” Milo nodded to Emmett over my head and
circled my bicep with long fingers. “Let’s go. My car is
right down the street.”
I gulped, my mind racing a thousand miles a minute,
trying to figure a way out of this mess. With Milo’s firm
grip on my arm, they weren’t giving me a choice. The
Mute walked so close to my back, his breath feathered over
my neck. There was no way out.
I was fucked.