All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S BOY TOY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ryker’s POVI was bent over my desk, scribbling equations and frantically trying to finish an assignment that seemed determined to outsmart me at every turn. The glow of my laptop reflected on my glasses, casting sharp shadows across my tired face.Across the room, Ronaldo lounged on the couch, controller in hand, eyes glued to the video game sprawled across the TV. The sounds of explosions, cheers, and rolling dice filled the quiet dorm room.“You know,” he said suddenly, pausing the game with a triumphant button press, “studying all the time will literally fry your brain.”I didn’t look up, just muttered, “I’m fine.”He laughed, a short, amused bark. “You deserve a break every now and then.”“I guess so” I replied but my head was ringing.I couldn't afford to fail, you know. My mom would be so disappointed if she knew after everything she goes through for me, I lost the scholarship.I scowled at him over my laptop. “Thanks for the confidence boost.”He shrugged, returning to his ga

Leonardo’s POVCecilia’s mouth tasted warm and overly sweet, like bubblegum that had been chewed too long.It was irritating.Her lips moved eagerly against mine as we crossed the lounge, her hands sliding across my chest and shoulders like she had already decided what the night was supposed to be. Behind us Ryan cheered loudly while Warren clapped me on the back.“Finally!” Ryan shouted.Warren laughed, already half distracted by the girl hanging off his arm. “About time you got back in the game, Leo.”Their voices blurred into the background as Cecilia clung to me, giggling softly into the kiss while I guided her down the hallway toward my room. The girls had arrived like a storm—perfume, laughter, heels clicking across the marble floor—and the lounge had turned into the kind of chaos Ryan loved.Ryan and Warren were already too busy entertaining their own company, their attention drifting away the moment I disappeared down the hall.Cecilia’s fingers tangled into my shirt as I reac

Leonardo’s POV “Come with me,” I ordered.Ryker’s jaw tightened immediately, his expression hard with the same anger he’d been carrying since I stopped him in the hallway. For a second I thought he might refuse.But he didn’t.Instead after a moment, he followed. I turned and walked down the quiet corridor, my steps quick and purposeful, students who didn't t recognize me stared with awe,while the ones that did avoided eye contact, and crossing my path. The scholarship dorms were dim at this hour, the buzzing ceiling lights casting long shadows across the tiled floor.Halfway down the hall I stopped in front of a narrow supply closet I had noticed earlier when I first arrived. It wasn’t ideal.Actually, it was disgusting.But it would have to do.I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Ryker hesitated

Leo’s POVThe janitor had been harder to deal with than I planned.I shoved my hands into my pockets as I walked across campus. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to calm the irritation boiling under my skin.The old man had so looked terrified when I cornered him near the maintenance building.At first, he pretended not to know what I was talking about.Then he pretended he hadn’t seen anything.Then he tried to act offended.The memory made my teeth grind.I had stood there for almost twenty minutes convincing him to keep his mouth shut.Twenty. Damn. Minutes.Normally, people didn’t argue with me that long.Not on this campus.Not when they knew exactly who I was.But the old man had kept shaking his head nervously, mumbling about rules and morals and how students shouldn’t be doing things like that in school property.Like I needed a lecture.I exhaled sharply through my nose.In the end, I had to do what I hated most.Pull rank.Mention my father’s name.Mention the board

Leo’s POVThe restaurant quiet.That was the first thing I noticed.Soft violin music drifted through the air, mixing with the low murmur of wealthy students and visiting alumni who filled the candle-lit dining room. Crystal glasses reflected the golden chandelier light, and every table was decorated with fresh white roses that smelled faintly sweet.It was the kind of place people came to be seen, be involved.Which was exactly why I picked it.Across from me, Susanna kept talking.And talking.And talking.“I’m just saying,” she continued, twirling a lock of her brown hair around her finger, “if my parents were going to refuse the money, they should’ve said that from the start.”I nodded slowly, pretending to listen.“Mhm.”Inside my head, however, I was losing the will to live.“So last summer,” she went on, “I wanted this designer bag—like, the one everyone had? The limited edition one with the gold chain and the little charm?”No idea what she was freaking talking about.“Right,”