Pure. Fucking. Evil.
The older they got, the more power they wielded.
The Kings ran the school, and the staff and their parents had their backs no matter what. They threw their weight around like fucking bulls in a china shop. Titan, Bones, and Cross all played baseball for the school. The staff kissed their asses because they could hit a fucking ball. The school wanted recognition, so they let them have their way. It always went badly.
And as for my mother? What does she know?
She left my dad, and for all I know, it was for his sleazy best friend and business partner.
“What the hell.” I throw back the shot and slam the glass down on the bar. “Thanks,” I mumble as he takes it away.
I pull my cell out of my pocket and check my messages. I have one from George. But he totally avoided my last message.
Motherfucker: Meet me in my office when you get home.
His office? He’s taken over everything. Including my life. My freedom. He’s going to use me for as long as my mother is alive.
I went to an attorney a couple of days ago, and he told me I needed twenty thousand for him to even look at my case. A retainer he had said. And I think George knows that I can’t afford legal help at the moment. He has me cornered in every situation. Now I’ve got fucking nothing since my card doesn’t work.
A girl bumps into my shoulder, and I delete the messages and put my cell away. I make my way back to the bathroom. I was gonna leave when I saw Titan and Grave were here, but now that they left, I might as well stay. Knowing what’s waiting for me at home, I can’t return unless I’m drunk. The fifty dollars I have in my purse should do the trick. I use the restroom and dry my hands off and then pull out my cell when it vibrates in my pocket. I’m expecting it to be another text from George, but it’s not.
Jasmine: Not gonna make it. Something came up. Find a stranger and let him fuck you raw.
I sigh at my friend’s message, then put my phone away and exit the bathroom. The blinding lights and music are giving me a headache, so I walk past the bar and out the exit. I’ll go somewhere else. A hole in the wall where no one knows me. Making my way to the back of the parking lot I come to a stop when I see my front tire is flat.
Looking up at the dark sky, I silently curse this fucking planet for my string of bad luck lately.
“You know if you get hurt, Bones is gonna kill you.”
I tense at the mention of Bones. I whip around to see Titan and Grave walking in the parking lot.
What did they do with those guys?
“Hey, Titan. It’s that girl over there.” I hear Grave call out, and I’m thankful he didn’t recognize me.
I never hung out at Bones’s father’s house. He came to mine to fuck me, and that was that. We didn’t date. We were both very aware of our situation. He wanted to get his dick sucked, and I fell to my knees every chance we had. The kids feared him. High school and college. He never showed any emotion over anything. His only love was baseball. He was gonna go pro until he didn’t. That day was a very bad day. For the both of us.
Titan says nothing. Why isn’t he calling me out?
“What’s she just doing standing there?” Grave asks him. “Let’s go find out.” He removes his hands from his pocket and lifts them up in the air, walking up to me.
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Titan asks, sounding irritated.
“I’m showing her I have no weapons,” Grave says. “Don’t want her to think I’m gonna attack her or anything.”
Oh, Dear Lord! He really thinks I’m deaf.
Titan stops before me and looks at me expectantly. He knows I can hear, but he’s not gonna say it. He’s waiting to see how long I can play this game.
I narrow my eyes on him and cross my arms over my chest.
I go to open my mouth, but Grave speaks. “Fuck, her tire is flat!”
Titan looks at me. “Have a spare?” he asks me.
Like he would fix it anyway. I shake my head.
Grave smiles. “She can read lips.”
Titan snorts.
“She could ride with us,” Grave offers.
I go to open my mouth to say hell no, but the words die on my lips when an evil smile spreads across Titan’s face.
He looks the same as he did in college but also different. His blue eyes darker, his jaw even more defined. The black wing tattoo around his neck moves as he swallows. He wears a black V-neck shirt, and a pair of black Aviators hang off the collar. He runs his tongue over his perfectly white teeth as his eyes look me up and down like he wants to eat me alive.