Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,191

feet, hoping it might give me some clarity.

I lost all sense of the minutes slipping by as I just stood there, but the water suddenly turned warm and I found a hulking figure beside me, his shirt off but pants on as he stepped into the shower and leaned against the wall beside me. Kyan folded his arms and waited for me to look at him and I turned my head his way, knowing he wouldn’t back off until I did.

I didn't say anything and he arched an eyebrow at me that said I was being an ass.

"Who the fuck are you?" he demanded.

I ground my jaw, but gave him his answer because I'd played this game with him enough times to know he wouldn't leave until he got it from me.

"Saint Memphis."

"And does Saint-mother-fucking-Memphis fall apart when shit doesn't go to plan?" he asked.

I bit my tongue on the response I wanted to give and straightened as I turned to look him in the eye. "No."

"So tell us how you're going to fix this," Kyan demanded.

My gaze dropped to that hideous squid tattoo on his forearm and my lip peeled back before I raised my chin to hold his eye. The irritation that squid caused me reminded me of something important and I perked up a little. I'd been focusing on every word I'd heard during that call, but I'd overlooked one very important detail. That annoying as shit grandfather clock. I hated that fucking thing, not least because it couldn't keep time correctly and was forever falling minutes behind the proper hour.

"I know where he is," I said, a new plan forming in my mind already.

Kyan’s face split into a deadly smile as murder flashed in his eyes.

"Good. Put your fucking clothes on and let's go then." Kyan shut off the water and strode out of the shower, his boots leaving wet footprints across the tiles as he went, and I grabbed a towel to dry off.

I hurried back into the room with the towel around my waist and found the others looking to me expectantly. Tatum was under Blake's arm and his eyes flared with anxiety and rage, but he'd gotten it under control so that he could hear me out.

"Clearly, we can't let this stand," I said, more ideas spilling into my mind and I looked between my family, checking to make sure each of them really was ready for what it would take to free us from the monster who had made me. "I'll get my people working on the stocks and shares, they can sell and transfer as much as possible back into his name so that he can see progress is being made on that front."

"You're just going to let him have it back?" Nash asked, his face drawn with fury. "What about making him suffer?"

"I have given it some thought, and it seems fairly simple to me. The money, stocks, shares, all of it is irrelevant. I've seen his will. When he dies it's all mine anyway. So, let him have it back. He can enjoy it until we come and claim it from him in blood."

“I’ll cut his fucking throat myself if he’s laid a damn hand on my dad,” Blake snarled.

"That's what I'm talking about," Kyan said with a dark laugh. “I’ll piss on his grave while we claim it too.”

"In the meantime, we can't stay here,” I said. “I won't have him knowing our location, but on the plus side, I know his. So I say we take this fight to him. I'm done waiting to end this."

“I’m ready, just give me a weapon, any fucking weapon and I’ll get it done,” Blake growled, his eyes nothing but a monster’s. But that rage in him would need to be honed, controlled. We couldn’t storm my father’s castle without an appropriate plan. But I was already working out the details.

"My grandpa won't just let me leave," Kyan said, not like he had any intention of staying behind, more like he was reminding us that I wasn't the only one with a psychopath in my family who thought he could rule my life.

"Then let's deal with him too. It's time Liam figured out he doesn't own you."

Tatum grinned at that prospect, reaching out to catch Kyan's hand and he leaned in to kiss her, pushing her back against Blake as he did so. Blake held her close and Kyan’s hands looped around him too as they comforted him.

"Get changed," I commanded.