Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,210

way out of this run, princess, then-”

“Nash! I need your help,” I cut over him.

“What? Why, what’s happened?” His tone became deadly serious and that reassured me a fraction.

“I’m in The Temple, but there’s some crazy fucking people trying to get in. I can’t hold the door much longer!”

“Crazy people? What the hell are you talking about?”

“They’ve broken into the school!” I cried.

“Aren’t the Night Keepers with you?” he ask frantically.

“No, they gave me their stupid watches to wear and ran off. I’m on my own-”

More bodies slammed into the door and I was thrown backwards onto the ground as the latch broke, bruising my arms and back as I hit the ground with a scream of terror. My phone went skittering across the floor and I screamed as the crowd surged toward me. I scrambled backwards but wasn’t fast enough as boots slammed into my gut, my legs, sending pain splintering through my body.

“Stop!” I begged, throwing up a hand to shield my face as terror gnawed at my insides. I couldn’t get up, there were too many of them. Every time I made a move, another foot knocked me down.

A large hand suddenly closed around my wrist and yanked me upright and I released a ragged breath. My relief was short lived as I took in the huge man who had hold of me; he had dark sideburns and a thick moustache. A scar ran over his right eye, his teeth were yellow and he had on a stained wife beater with sweat patches under the arms. Disgust wound its way around my heart as I recognised the ass-pincher, Merl, from the fight club.

His mouth curled up into a smile as his gaze fixed on my cleavage. “Hey there sugar, aren’t you gonna show a little gratitude to your saviour? Or are you just gonna throat punch me again like a high and mighty whore?”

I tried to twist my wrist free of him, but his grip was iron.

“Let go,” I demanded, but he shook his head, puckering his lips up like a cartoon character. “Get the fuck away from me!”

Panic slid into my veins and I threw my fist out, delivering on his second guess as I caught him in the throat. He choked, releasing me as he stumbled back and I darted around him to try and get to the door. His fist slammed into my side and I was thrown into the couch from the sheer force of it, gasping for breath as pain ricocheted through my body.

Holy fuck.

“I’m gonna cut off pieces of you for that, you little whore,” he rasped, coming at me again as the crowd swept around him, grabbing as many packs of toilet paper from the throne as they could carry while others raided the fridge and the kitchen cupboards.

With a bolt of adrenaline, I jumped over the couch and he came for me, a manic rage filling his eyes as he followed. I grabbed one of Saint’s pretentious pieces of abstract art that was nothing but twisted metal and threw it at him with a yell of defiance. He ducked it, coming at me faster as the smile on his face fell away and a grimace took its place.

I gazed over his shoulder to the door, my hopes failing as he continued to block my path.

“I’ll teach you how to show gratitude,” he growled, cupping his junk at me and fear crashed through my body. He hounded forward and I threw another punch as he got too close, one to the gut and a second to his side. He caught my wrist on the third blow and twisted until I screamed.

He threw a meaty fist at me and I was too slow to escape it as it slammed into my chest and knocked me down into Saint’s armchair beneath him. Pain blossomed through my skin and it took several seconds to catch my breath.

Merl leered over me, laughing as he reached out to get a hold of me, but there was no chance I was going to let him touch me with his greasy hands. I threw the heel of my palm into his chin with a shout of rage and his head snapped backwards.

I scrambled over the back of the chair as fast as I could then raced down the hallway as his footsteps came after me again.

He was like the fucking terminator.

I rushed into Blake’s room, throwing the door shut behind me but there was no fucking key