Rush Week by Bre Lockhart

Author:Bre Lockhart [Lockhart, Bre]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-21T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Men are yelling at me to get into a van as soon as my body exits the tree line. With one last glance my direction, Lowell runs to where the other sorority members were before we started the challenge. My breathing’s erratic, my body not used to this much physical exertion all at once. A quick scan shows no sign of Bernie or Suze.

My pace slows as I reach the familiar vehicle. The sound of a loud engine grabs my attention. Lowell’s on his bike with Sasha sitting behind. Before I can digest any of these events further, I’m ushered through two open metal cargo doors. Twice in one day that I’ve been forced into the back of a shitty van is a personal best. Behind me, two other bodies pile inside.

Bernie and Suze are covered in dirt and sweat. I shift to help them, letting my eyes linger for injuries or blood. I don’t know what I’d do if I found something, but I can’t stop that reaction. The bullets were so close.

A few more nameless women slide next to us, followed by one of the men. He’s tall like Brig and Lowell, but unfamiliar. My eyes flick to the matte black of the handgun he’s holding, and I shift away. Guns have never been my favorite, likely less so after having one pointed at my face today.

His eyes are alert, scanning the entire van and its occupants. He crouches while the rest of us kneel or sit. The van rumbles to life and lurches forward. The centrifugal force crushes bodies together unsteadily, but his balance barely shifts.

“Everyone ok?” His voice is stern, like a command. Additional review shows that he’s a little older than Lowell with the same posture: stiff and cautious.

His attention moves from person to person as each woman nods their reply. When his eyes land on mine, I hold his gaze. “What’s happening?”

“Order attack.” The reply is monotone.

My breathing has started to slow, my limbs growing heavier. The initial rush of adrenaline is dissipating, leaving me shaky. When I shrug to indicate that I don’t know what he’s talking about, he doesn’t elaborate.

Unfortunately, the adrenaline dump brings anxiety in the form of an increasing pulse and shrill voice as I respond. “I don’t know what the fuck that means!”

He looks to Bernie then back to me, his brows knitted. He’s clearly shaken like us but trained not to overreact. I, on the other hand, have only been trained to carry four beers in one hand. I have no point of reference for what just went down. Slow tremors pulse through my core, originating from the same place the huge energy came from in the forest. My mouth is dry, but thoughts are thick and competing for escape from lips.

Bernie exhales before she says, “The Order of the Rose. They hunt us.” She leans back against the metal wall before continuing. “The Raze—” her hand motions to the man tucking the small handgun into his waistband.

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