Free Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series by Clarissa Wild Page B

guy’s chest, showing him who’s in charge.
    “Take the drugs and beat him up.”
    My nostrils flare as I face the decision I have to make. I know I don’t
have much time. They won’t take no for an answer.
    “Fine.”
    Wes smiles arrogantly. “Good boy.”
    Fuck. I have so much trouble holding back. I could almost punch him
in the face. Fuck him. Fuck them all. Once I find out who the leader is,
nobody’s going to stop me from smashing him to a pulp.
    “We’ll check up on you once you’re done, but make sure you find a
quiet spot,” Wes says.
    Sure, of course they don’t want anyone to see.
    “Whatever.”
    Wes slaps me on the shoulder with a short laugh. “We’ll check up on
you to make sure you took the drugs.” And then he walks off.
    I’m breathing in and out loudly, trying to compose myself. When I
turn my head to see if it’s safe to approach the guy I’m supposed to beat up, I
see Leafy standing nearby with her friend, watching me.
    My eyes narrow in on her. What is she doing here?
    Her eyes widen, and then I know she realizes I’ve seen her.
    Is she snooping on me? Damnit. I can’t have her involved in this.
She should keep her nose out of my business. It’s for the best.
    She and her friend run off immediately. Good. I hope they’re afraid.
I hope they won’t even want to come near me. It’s better this way. For now.
Although I’m not sure if I can do the same.
    “Good luck, Hunter,” Jaret says, and after a friendly pat on the
back he leaves as well.
    I hurry back to the dorm, because that’s where I left the weed. Once
I’m in my room, the reality of it all hits me like a brick straight to the
face.
    I swallow away the lump in my throat and glance at the bag of weed.
Shit. Now it’s really happening.
    With shaking fingers I close the door, staring at the drugs. I pick
up some of the brown paper Jaret left and spread it out on the table. I unpack
the weed, take some out and put it on the sheet. Then I roll it into a blunt.
    My fingers drift toward the lighter Jaret left for me. Christ, he
thinks of everything. I would’ve forgotten to get one. Guess he’s always
prepared.
    I draw in a few sharp breaths, mentally preparing myself. Just
looking at that shit makes me sick to my stomach. The thought alone that I’ll
have to use that stuff … drugs … the reason behind all my problems and those of
my brother … it’s hard to swallow.
    I’ll just have to keep in mind that I’m doing it all for my brother.
    I put the blunt in my mouth and light it. A sweet aroma drifts
through the room, entering my nose. Inhaling for the first time makes me cough
like crazy. It feels like I’m choking, tears springing into my eyes.
    But then I spot Wes leaning against the doorway.
    Shit. He’s really come to check up on me.
    “You’ll get used to it,” he muses, smiling lazily. “Hold the smoke
in for a moment before releasing it.”
    “Fuck …” I mutter, blowing out some smoke. “I’m trying.”
    “C’mon. Take some more.”
    Squinting, I briefly glance at him before taking another drag. Smoke
fills my burning lungs and I gasp for air. I can already feel it taking effect.
    My head is feeling lighter and lighter the more drags I take. It’s
getting easier to take the hot fumes, although I’m still sure I’m doing it so
wrong. But it doesn’t matter as long as I get it done.
    Wes is staring at me from his corner, smiling deviously, like he’s
enjoying the fact that he just forced a rookie to smoke pot. I’ll beat that
smirk off his face once I get the chance.
    My worries are diminishing, though. When I say I’m going to beat him
up, I actually don’t feel angry at all. It feels more like a fun thing to do.
To have a laugh about.
    And suddenly the idea of my brother being in jail doesn’t seem to
bother me that much anymore. It’s like I’m okay with it. Like he can handle it.
Yeah, it’ll be all right. I’ve got nothing to worry about.
    “All right, you’ve had enough,”