Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,142

his head. “You know Saint?”

“Of course she does,” Saint said, his eyes full of light. “This is my maid, Rebecca.”

My lips popped open and I looked to the woman in surprise.

“What?” Kyan frowned, at a loss. “But-”

“Clearly she was your father’s spy,” Saint announced. “She was planted at Everlake Preparatory to keep an eye on you.”

“Yep,” Jada said with a shrug like it was nothing, but clearly it wasn’t. “And it took a lot of planning, let me tell you.”

“I had background checks done on your fucking background checks,” Saint said, shaking his head in disbelief. “How did you manage it?”

“I’ve got an army of O’Brien gangsters at my back, Saint. Including my husband, Finn, who does the fake papers for our whole family. Rebecca’s persona has been set up for years. She was the perfect fit when Kyan came home from school one time complaining about you firing another maid and humiliating her in front of half the school.”

“That was cold blooded,” Blake said as he remembered it.

“She left my hand-stitched loafers outside in a snowstorm, Bowman,” Saint said icily. “They were one of a kind.”

“Jesus,” I breathed, my head still spinning. “So you’ve been spying on Kyan?” I stepped toward the woman, not liking the idea that there’d been someone watching him and not even Saint had worked out it was her. What did she know? She’d never been at The Temple unless we weren’t there, but what if she’d set up cameras or – no…she couldn’t have. Saint would have known. And if she had, Liam would know about everything. That I wasn’t just with Kyan but all of my boys. And Liam wouldn’t have let that lie.

“Just watching out for him,” Jada said with a shrug as Kyan folded his arms.

“You wanna elaborate there, Jada?” Kyan pushed and she rolled her eyes.

“I was tricking the Lord of OCD,” she said. “How close do you think I could ever get to you? I was just put on campus as a set of eyes on Liam’s favourite boy.”

“Yes,” Saint said thoughtfully. “You must have had to be very careful indeed not to step a toe too far in Kyan’s direction or I would have caught you.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t,” she said smugly. “Anyway, seeing as you’re all hiding here for the foreseeable, I figured the game was up and I just needed a moment to gloat.”

“Well deserved,” Saint commented and I was kind of surprised at how well he was taking this. But I supposed it did make sense that he’d appreciate anyone who could outwit him. I guessed it was a pretty rare occurrence. “And if you want a position as a maid in future, do let me know. You were impeccable.”

“With my help,” Blake coughed and Jada snorted a laugh.

“Nah, I’m good thanks. Though the perks were fucking excellent, I wouldn’t mind you being my boss again, just not for cleaning toilets.” She winked, waved and headed out the door just like that.

Saint tossed the door closed then scowled at Blake. “What was that about your help?”

“Humans make mistakes,” Blake said with an eyeroll. “After the last maid you fired, I decided to give this one a helping hand.”

“No one’s perfect,” I said, remembering what Blake had told me about Rebecca accidentally staining Saint’s whites pink in the wash once.

Saint sighed, his shoulders dropping. “How disappointing.” He walked toward me, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me in for a delicious kiss.

“What was that for?” I asked as he released me, heat rising in my cheeks from his touch.

“It’s a goodbye. You will have to stay in here alone with Kyan tonight. While Rebec- Jada is here, it clearly isn’t safe to take the risk of us staying together in case she comes snooping on us.”

“Oh man,” Blake complained.

“I’m tired of you getting privileges because of your fake wedding,” Monroe growled, getting to his feet.

“It wasn’t fake,” I reasoned. “But that doesn’t mean I want him more than any of you.”

Kyan yawned broadly, walking over and slinging an arm around my shoulders. “That’s it, wife, feed them the bullshit so you can spend some time with your favourite.”

I dropped my hand and grabbed his balls, squeezing tight enough to make him release a very un-Kyan noise.

“I don’t have a favourite,” I growled and he gripped my wrist, pressing down on pressure points to try and make me let go of his junk. But my fingers were locked tight.

“Alright,” he rasped and I released him