Hell or High Water (The Four Horsemen MC Book 8)(12)

By: Sara Rayne


The footsteps stopped in front of the stall door.

“Gotcha.” A slice of his sneering face appeared at the crack in the doorframe.

Lex reached into the bag. “Go away, Bryan. This is a women’s restroom.”

“My bad. I forgot. You like it in cars, right?” He pounded on the door. “Come out or I’ll come in there after you.”

Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. Bryan rattled the door on its hinges, the harsh sound of banging metal reverberating around the concrete room. Lex gripped the Smith & Wesson’s handle. “Go away now, I’m warning you.”

“Or what? You’ll kill me like you did Grant? Huh, Lex?” He slammed his fists against the door. “We went to the same high school in Odessa. I knew Grant all my life. And you fuckin’ killed him.”

“It was an accident.” She clicked off the safety, keeping the weapon in her hand concealed in the bag.

“An accident? Then why’d you lie about him tryin’ to rape you?” He shook his head, his nostrils flaring on his wide face like an enraged bull.

“I didn’t lie!”

“Grant was no rapist!” Bryan lowered his voice. “He was my friend.”

“So what, Bryan? You gonna beat me up in a public bathroom?” Her voice wavered, tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth.

“Who said anything about beatin’ you?”

Her icy fingers tingled. If she drew the gun, things would go downhill quickly. He could call for security and identify her as a campus shooter. If she didn’t, he’d come in the stall, and nothing good would follow. Should she pull the gun?

Don’t aim at anything you don’t intend to kill.

After all the misery Grant’s death had brought her, could she bring herself to kill another man? Another football player? Even if she could, no way would she survive the incident. They’d form a campus lynching party.

The sound of voices rose in the hall. The class was over.

“This isn’t over. I’ll be seeing you—real soon.” Bryan backed away from the door, holding her gaze through the crack. The restroom door slammed open, and a group of girls trooped inside, their conversation halting when they caught sight of Bryan.

“What are you doing in here?” an amused female voice asked.

“Nothin’.” Bryan headed away from the stall. “Hey, Lex, thanks for the hand. Hope it was good for you.”

The women broke into laughter and whispers, but she heard the word “slut” clearly enough. Lex drew her knees against her chest and crouched on the toilet until they went away. When she no longer heard any sounds in the hallway, Lex pulled up her hood and ducked out of the bathroom.

She could file a report with campus security, but there wouldn’t be much point. They’d say, “We’ll look into it,” then sit on their smug asses and tell her to be patient. But her tormenters were still in class every day, in the hallways, in her dorm. The campus wasn’t safe for her anymore, and as much as she hated being around people, Lex was terrified to be alone.

“Miss Cooper?”

She spun around.

Dr. Collier stood in the hallway, a file in the crook of her elbow and a tight smile on her face.

“Dr. Collier, I’m sorry for running out earlier….”

The professor held up a shushing hand. “I need to speak with you a moment. As your advisor, I have some concerns about your academic future here.”

“Concerns?”

“We can discuss them in my office.”

“I have another class….”

“You missed mine. You can miss the next one, too. This is important. Come with me, please.” Dr. Collier’s smart heels clicked on the polished floors.

Lex followed stiffly.

Also the Assistant Dean of the psych program, Dr. Collier had a large corner office with two full windows. She pointed to one of the leather chairs in front of the expansive oak desk.

Lex sat, tucking her bag beneath her chair.

“Are you alright, Ms. Cooper? You appeared shaken when you left earlier.”

She folded her hands in her lap. “I’m fine. You have concerns?”

“Your grades have slipped this semester.” Dr. Collier smoothed the sleek, gray lines of her tight bun.