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A laugh erupted from the living room. , the fraternity president, pushed through the crowd. Jax was a different breed of predator. Where Tank used muscle, Jax used cunning. He was handsome in a broken-nose, football-hero kind of way. He looked Bash up and down and whistled.
Bash leans against the brick wall. “And what if I’m not?”
Bash didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled—a slow, surgical curve of the lips that revealed nothing. “No. I’m here for the pledge pin.”
Reading Time: 7 minutes Prologue: The Lion’s Den Gets a New Type of Prey Every September, the red-bricked facades of campus row houses at Northern State University rumble with the same primal ritual. The stomp of military-drill boots. The clink of stolen glassware. The smell of cheap beer, expensive ego, and desperation.
The brothers of —the most ruthless fraternity on the row, known for producing senators, felons, and Fortune 500 CEOs—were expecting the usual rush class. Roughnecks. Legacies. Kids who could chug tequila and throw a punch.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he asked.
On Day 4 of Hell Week, Maya corners Bash outside the library.