Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,131

to stand behind me and my neck prickled from the closeness of him. “I want you to stay fit,” he purred. “You can use the gym here when none of us are in it. And you can have your lessons with Monroe to keep that fine ass of yours in shape.”

“Thanks,” I said dryly and Saint’s fingers combed through my ponytail.

I picked up the water, my mouth still dry from the workout and I tipped my head back to drink the whole thing. The second it washed over my lips, it burned. I’d taken in a whole mouthful, realising it was vodka far too late and I spat it everywhere, dropping the glass and making it roll across the table, pouring across the mahogany.

Saint yanked my ponytail so hard, my neck snapped back and I was forced to look up at him with my heart thumping wildly against my ribcage. “If you ever disappear like that again, I won’t feed you vodka, I’ll feed you fucking arsenic.”

“Fuck you,” I spat, unable to fight it back. I’d wanted to say those words all day. I’d wanted to scream them while clawing his eyes out.

He yanked me out of my seat then threw me down on the table face first, pressing his weight over my body to crush me to the wood.

“Want to say that again, Barbie?” he growled dangerously.

“I want to say it at least a thousand more times,” I admitted and Saint’s laughter suddenly filled the room. He released me and I pushed myself up, ignoring the bruising ache in my hips as I found Kyan and Blake looking at me from across the room with hope in their eyes.

Saint sailed towards them, turning and perching on the edge of the couch. “We didn’t break her,” he spoke to them like I wasn’t there.

“I knew it,” Kyan growled with a hungry smirk that said he couldn’t wait to start pushing my buttons again.

And game on fuckwits. Because I couldn’t wait to start pushing a few buttons of theirs.

My phone rang and I jerked upright, glancing over at the nightstand where the screen was illuminated in the dark. Whoever said there was no rest for the wicked had certainly been right about that.

Am I really lucky enough to be rescued from my daily torment?

It was four thirty, I’d been waiting on that fucking alarm to pull me from the dark at six am and fate had done me one better.

I rolled towards my cellphone, glancing at the caller ID to make sure that it wasn’t some cock-hunting sophomore who’d managed to get a hold of my number somehow and decided to try her luck at offering me a wake up blowjob. That shit had happened before more than a few times, though after I’d had those girls expelled it seemed to have broken the curve. Most of them had caught on to the fact that Blake was the only one of us who might be tempted by that shit. I hunted my own prey and told them exactly what time of day it suited me to have my goddamn cock sucked and Kyan just kept his pursuits off campus. Luckily for me and the universe, the person calling me was one of a very select few who could get away with that shit during the night.

“Father,” I said in greeting as I connected the call, wincing a little at the rough edge to my voice from lack of use.

The half second of hesitation let me know he’d heard it and was less than impressed. Be prepared for all eventualities, Son, and life will never figure out how to kick you in the ass.

“Son,” he replied curtly, his tone letting me know he was in his office. Late night work, or I guess early morning work, only ever took place when absolutely necessary and the fact that he was taking a moment to call me let me know that something important was happening. “It’s time to consider a supply run. The Hades Virus is spreading rapidly and the public are panic buying at an alarming rate. The stores are failing to re-stock and there are certain items which are becoming increasingly difficult to get a hold of.”

“I have storage space here, I can easily gather supplies,” I agreed instantly as I knocked the covers off of me and stalked downstairs.

“Good. Toilet paper stores are running particularly low and the manufacturers are having trouble keeping up the supply chain.”

“Got it.” I made it