Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“Hey, don’t be so pouty,” Blaine muses as he sits beside me just as class starts.
“I’m not. I’m just contemplating the best course of action now that those men are dead,” I say.
His brows furrow. “You think they’ll come after us?”
“I don’t think it. I know it.” I lean on the table on my elbows and tap my fingers together. “It’s only a matter of time.”
“But they were just peons,” Blaine says. “They shouldn’t have stepped onto our territory if they wanted to live.”
“They’re lures,” I respond.
He frowns. “What … like …?”
“Bait,” Caleb adds as he flops down onto the bench. “To get us to react. And we did.”
“You’re late,” Blaine mutters, casually filing his black-painted nails.
Caleb shrugs and ignores him. “Anyway, there’s no trace of those bodies or the kills. If anyone asks, we’ll just deny we’re involved. Easy.”
“You’re a fool if you think that will stop those fuckers,” I tell him, leaning back in my seat and fishing my vape out of my bag.
The teacher narrows his eyes at me as I take a drag right in front of him, but I don’t care. He won’t kick me out. He knows the power our family name holds at this fucking university.
That’s the only positive thing about it.
“What do you want to do about it, then?” Blaine asks, snorting. “Face them head-on? That’s a massacre.”
“No,” I say, taking another deep drag of the vape. “Let them come to us.” I hand the vape to Blaine, who seems eager to take a drag as well.
“Oh, cherry flavored. My favorite,” Blaine muses like a happy bird.
Caleb’s phone keeps buzzing, and I look over at him as he continuously scrolls on a social media profile without a care in the world that people are texting him. But the pictures I see floating by make me narrow my eyes.
Crystal Murphy.
I tilt my head and watch him scroll faster and faster, as though he’s memorizing each photo until they blend into one. A perfect photo for a perfect girl.
Too perfect to destroy …
Yet neither of us can help ourselves.
I lean in to whisper into his ear, “Her?”
He stops and slams his phone down on the desk like he got caught masturbating.
“Don’t worry,” I say, placing a hand on his knee. “I won’t tell a soul.”
He doesn’t respond, merely quivers when I slowly raise my hand up to his thigh.
“When?”
“After I watched her play with herself,” he responds.
“When you came on her window?”
He nods. “I couldn’t stop thinking about her.” He breathes out a sigh and makes a fist with his hand. “She followed me.”
I stop moving. “How do you know?”
“I saw her and her mother at the Fi’s Cups and Cakes store at the same time I was there with my dad. She was waiting for me. I’m sure of it.”
“Oh, this is getting interesting,” Blaine muses, taking another drag of my vape. “Tell us more.”
Caleb grinds his teeth. “My dad took me out to dinner to meet his new girlfriend, and it turned out to be her fucking mom.”
My eyes widen, and my fingers dig into his flesh. But he doesn’t even flinch.
“She sent her mom to my dad. I know she did,” Caleb grits. “It’s too much of a coincidence, but she won’t admit it.”
“Hmm …” A smile forms on my lips. “So the rose turns out to be prickly after all.”
Blaine watches us with amusement. “You know, I quite like you two getting obsessed over something other than each other for once.”
I ignore him and grab Caleb’s phone so we can both look at the pictures he was obsessing over. “She’s an enigma, isn’t she? A beautiful mystery you can’t wait to crack open and uncover.” I lick my lips at the sight of her gorgeous face, wondering how it looked from his point of view when she came from my fingers.
He and Blaine are the only ones who saw.
But I will have my chance to see what her face looks like as she falls apart soon enough now that I know what she’s been up to.
A wicked grin spreads on my cheeks as my hand slides up even farther across Caleb’s thigh.
“Oh boy, here we go,” Blaine mutters. “You’ve made her your target now, haven’t you?”
Caleb slowly nods, nails digging into the wood of his desk as I reach his shaft.
“She made herself a target when she hurled her mom at your dad,” I whisper, poking at his thick length, which bobs up and down in his pants. “She deserves to be punished along with her friends.”
He glances my way, the desire in his eyes so fierce it’s hard to ignore, and it makes me want to slam my lips onto his. But I’ll let him simmer in his heat for a little longer.
“That girl …” I whisper into his ear, “We’re going to destroy her, and she’s going to beg us to do it.”