Bishop

BISHOP Saints of San Angelo University Series #2 Kailin Gow AUTHORS’ NOTE Thank you for picking up Bishop, the second book in the Saints of San Angelo Series. This series is a New Adult Enemies to Lover College Romance appropriate for age 18 and up. Please note this is not a clean romance, but will have adult scenes. Prologue Brook “Rector” Rhode Union stood with his arms crossed over his chest. His jaw was tight, and his eyes narrowed as he looked down the road that led to the campus’ frat houses. His luggage was stacked up beside him, one expensive Louis Vuitton after another. “This sucks,” he spat under his breath as he paced the width of the front porch of the magnificent mansion. He briefly looked up at the sign beside the door. “House of Saints,” he read as he looked at me. “Yeah. This is my House of Saints. I built this frat house.” “I know,” I said quietly. “This sucks,” he said again. “I do hate that things are ending like this,” I said, hoping to diminish his anger and frustration. There was something so surreal about the opulence that surrounded us. The mansions, the expensive cars, the high fashion, all set up against the sense of injustice that was splashed across Rector’s face. “It’s killing me to see what they’re doing to you,” I said, trying so hard to show him just how hurt I was. “Don’t underestimate me, Brook,” he said with a crooked grin. “I’m not out of the game yet.” “You’ve been expelled, Rector,” I said. “You might be the president and leader of this college fraternity, but that’s not going to change anything. You’re still expelled, and you have to leave, and it’s killing me.” He grasped my shoulders, his fingers digging into my flesh with hunger and passion, but with bitterness as well. “I promise you, I will be back.” He pulled me in and kissed me, his lips hard and demanding. His fingers dug into my shoulders even more and I felt his desperation. When he pulled back, I could still feel the bite of his teeth against my lips. With a snicker, he looked at me, the frustration in his hard hazel eyes replaced with determination. “I’ll admit that being expelled is a dent to my ego, not to mention a wrench in my plans,” he said. “But when you get right down to it, my father practically owns this university. Do you think the dimwits here are going to forget that? No. No one here is going to forget that; not the dean, not the administrators, not the professors.” “How long do you think it’ll be before you return?” I said. For all his anger, he looked so damned good. His hazel eyes, usually so bright were now dark and smoldering. The tightening of his jaw only accentuated the strong line of his chin. I reached up to push the thick strand of black hair that insisted on falling over his eyes. He instantly turned to kiss the palm of my hand, then held my hand over his cheek. “I’m going to make sure that I’m back here as soon as possible. First, though, I’ll have to convince my father to overlook this silly, little incident here at SAU. I’ll have to explain to him the part my fraternity played in all this and get him to see things my way.” I smiled. I knew just how convincing he could be. His dreamy eyes pierced right through me, and the sensual curve of his lips drew me in. As hard and uncompromising as he could be, he had that charm about him. That damned charm. Then again, that was hardly what would charm his father. “I’ll work for my father for a while,” Rector went on. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to see me putting in some time at the family business. That’ll soften him up. Then, when he realizes that I really need to earn my degree, he’ll do everything he can to make sure that I’m allowed back here.” He leaned in to kiss me, nibbling on my bottom lip before sucking it in and dropping a quick kiss. “And I will come back, stronger, smarter and sexier than ever.” I chuckled. “I sure do love your confidence.” “Tell me you’ll wait for me,” he said. His thumb repeatedly ran over the exposed skin of my shoulder, reminding me of what it felt like to be so intimately touched by him. Pouting, I played the heartbroken lover and sniffled back imaginary tears. “I’m going to miss you so much. It’s not going to be the same here without you.” He nodded and as he came in close to kiss me again, I could have sworn I saw a tear lining his eye. I smiled through the passionate kiss, fighting to not giggle as my heart filled with glee. He was leaving. He’d be gone. Punished and put in his place. It was even better than I could have hoped for. Expelled not only from the university, but from the frat house that he loved so much, the frat house that he’d put his heart and soul into making it what it now was. “I’ll let you say goodbye to the guys,” I said, pulling away from the kiss. “They’re going to miss you, too.” He shot an angry side glance at Bishop. Bringing his gaze back to me, he pressed a cocky grin and leaned his forehead against mine. “I’d rather spend my last moments with you.” “I do hate long and tortured goodbyes,” I whispered, fighting with all I had to hide my elation, my pure joy. Backing away, he winked, gave me a final pat on the shoulder and turned to Bishop. “You know what this means,” Rector told Bishop. Taking a step back, I watched the two young men. The lifelong comradery held by a thread. The tension was palpable. “I wanted