Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,130

said simply then turned to me with a sharp stare. “You’re either here three times a week, or you’re in detention with me instead.”

“Okay,” I agreed and Blake snarled.

“Fine. Come on.” He held out his hand for me and I had to laugh. I was not gonna play the little whipped puppy anymore.

“Thanks for the lesson, sir,” I said earnestly to Monroe then breezed past Blake until I was out of the room and he was running to catch me.

His arm curled around my shoulders and he yanked me in close to his body, making my breathing quicken as the scent of him surrounded me. Spiced cologne and a bottled threat.

“I want your school schedule written out by hand tonight. One copy for each of us.”

“Okay, I can colour code it too if you give me some crayons?” I offered with a smirk. “Would you like me to write down my bathroom habits too? I’m a morning pooer-”

“Shut up,” he snapped, glaring down at me. “Got your backbone reinstated, I see, Cinderella.”

“Clever boy.” I reached up to scruff his hair like a dog and he snarled, locking his arm around my shoulders again and guiding me along the path.

“Let’s see what Saint makes of that then,” he growled.

“Yeah, he is the top dog after all.” I nodded in agreement. “You couldn’t go making any decisions on your own, I suppose.”

“We make our decisions together,” he snipped.

“Sure you do,” I said airily and he cut me another glare. Part of me wanted to bring up the tension stifling the air between us. I wanted to ask him about his mom, to try and soften the hatred he felt for me. But something told me now wasn’t a good time. I needed to catch him in a better mood. Though lately, I never saw any of the easy-going guy who’d made my heart beat faster and brought a smile to my face when I’d first arrived at Everlake Prep.

We soon arrived back at the church and my heart thrashed a little harder as he guided me inside.

Kyan was sprawled on the couch playing some zombie video game and Saint was standing in the kitchenette like the ghost of a dead soldier.

“Here she is.” Blake shoved me forward, making me stumble several steps ahead of him. “Monroe’s training her in kickboxing. Says she has to attend lessons three times a week.”

“Did you forget to mention that, Barbie doll?” Saint hissed.

“Well…no. I didn’t have my phone.” I shrugged, not telling them that I now did have it. Although it was probably sticking out in the pocket of my slim-fitting sports leggings fairly obviously.

“Well now you do.” Blake patted my hip where it was sitting before shouldering past me and dropping down into an armchair. “And if you ever miss a call from us, you can expect to pay for it hard, Cinders.” He snatched up a control and joined the game Kyan was playing. “Saint will be your wicked step-mother and me and Kyan will play the role of your step-sisters. I reckon we can fit you up that chimney to give it a good sweep – it probably hasn’t been done in a century.”

“Yeah and if you do a poor job, we could set a fire while you’re working and see if you make it out the top,” Kyan tossed in with a smirk and I scowled, opening my mouth to retort when he released a yell as his character was munched on by a zombie. It was a shame one didn’t burst in the door and really take a chunk out of Kyan.

I was left to the mercy of Saint which I imagined he had none of. But I wasn’t afraid this time. Not now I was refuelled, full of ways I could start fighting back. Man, if he wasn’t a teacher, I would have given Monroe one hell of a thank you blowjob. I wouldn’t just blow his dick either, I’d blow his fucking mind.

“Here,” Saint demanded and I walked towards him at a slow pace. “You must be hungry, Barbie.”

My brows lifted and I wondered if I was going to get an actual meal. He swiped up a glass of water and a plate of pasta from the counter, holding it out for me to take. Holy shit.

Saint smiled darkly as I took them, gesturing to the dining table just beyond the kitchenette. I turned and headed to it, placing down the pasta and water, dropping into a seat.

Saint moved