If you ask me, he should’ve fought harder if he wanted her so bad. Aaron is still staring at me, always fucking staring at me.
There used to be light there, but now … ain’t nothing but a black hole. “Hasn’t she paid more than her fair share for our bullshit?” Cal asks, his broken voice like a shattered star. “We have to at least give her a presentable price or our reputation is shattered.” He doesn’t want her around, not the way I do. “She came to us,” he says, but I know he’s just like the rest of them. Victor, you lonely, desperate asshole, I think, as Oscar makes a sound of disgust. That’s what I specialize in now, inflicting damage, dispensing nightmares. I’m one myself, a venomous motherfucker who knows where and when to strike to inflict the most damage. Instead, if she wants to rule in this world, she’s going to have to do it crawling on her belly like a snake.Ī gruff laugh escapes me as I light up a cigarette and take a long drag, the cherry crackling in the quiet theater. I can keep her, but she’ll never fly again. It means the butterfly I tried to set free no longer has wings. Then desperately, unbelievably sad.īecause if she’s calling Havoc, then it means she has nothing to lose. I’ll admit, when Bernadette stormed up to me in the hall on the first day of school, opening up those poison-painted lips to call Havoc, I was surprised. I slide my fingers into the pockets of my jeans and lean back against the stage, pretending to contemplate their words. “Shit, I’d pay to kick Principal Vaughn’s ass for her.” “Let’s just give her something easy, smack her ass a bit, and send her on her way,” Hael says, taking a black leather devil mask from Callum’s fingers and slipping it over his face. “We owe Bern in a way we don’t owe anyone else.” Shit, I haven’t felt real fear since I was five years old. I look up at him, but even though he’s a good six feet above me, I’m not intimidated. “You know what I mean,” Aaron says, pushing up off the prop he’s leaning against to come stand near the edge of the stage. Things are going to be a little different today. He understands numbers and risk in ways I never will. More often than not, I let him come up with Havoc’s price. He’s sitting in the front row of the school theater, iPad in hand, as shrewd and calculating as always. “Do this to her?” Oscar echoes, looking askance at Aaron. I almost scoff but manage to keep the emotion to myself.
He doesn’t stand up to me often he must really love Bernadette. I try to keep the ugly smile off my lips. “We can’t do this to her,” Aaron says, looking me dead in the face.
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