vMayhem At Prescott High - C.M. Stunich Page 0,108
realizing that my arms are now untied, my naked body covered with a fuzzy black blanket.
“What time is it?” I ask, and Cal pauses to pull his phone from the front pocket of his hoodie.
“Almost ten at night,” he says, and I feel panic spike through me. Heather! “Don't worry: Aaron was waiting when the bus dropped your sister off after school. We've got her.” I exhale sharply, guilt washing over me. Joining Havoc meant keeping Heather safe, but if my head is so far up my ass in pursuit of the Havoc Boys, then I'm not doing my job as a big sister. I make a sound of frustration, gritting my teeth against the overwhelming rage I feel toward Oscar Montauk. “And I don't think he intended to leave you for so long, if that helps any.”
“Only a little bit,” I say, rubbing my hands over my face before realizing that I'm sitting stark naked in Oscar's bedroom while Callum watches me in the dark with his too-blue eyes. It seems imperative that I gather my clothes now. “Where is he?”
I stand up, acting like I don't feel Cal's eyes on my ass. It's only been a handful of days since our first time; I'm still putting all my emotions in order. At least now that we've fucked, he's unlikely to die now? Right?
That's how these sorts of stories work. I mean, real life makes literally zero narrative sense, but I can always hope that whatever wicked god or goddess is watching over us understands how much we mean to each other. Pluck one blossom from our tree, and we'll wilt, leaving nothing but death and thorns in our wake.
“We ran into a bit of trouble,” Callum explains as I gather my clothes, putting my bra and tank top on first. It's a bit provocative, to wiggle into those tight leather pants I love so much. “The Charter Crew is pushing back hard in retaliation for that drive-by. Likely, we'll be in a full-blown war by the time the winter formal rolls around.” I can hear Cal yawning, so I take advantage of the moment to whip my pants on as fast as I can.
Of course, then I turn around and there he is, pressed close against me.
“Is Oscar okay?” I choke out, because even if I want to cut his balls off with Hael's hunting knife, it's my job to make him bleed and nobody else's. Maybe Vic's, I guess, but only for Havoc business stuff.
Callum nods, reaching up to brush some hair behind my ear. His touch makes me shiver, reigniting the awful ache in my lower belly.
“He's a little bruised up, but he'll survive. Hael should be here to pick us up in a few; we'll rendezvous at the garage.” Callum picks up my jacket and helps me into it, stopping just once to kiss me on the side of the neck. “I see bruises,” he whispers, and I shiver again. “If he hurts you, I'll kill him.”
“It's okay,” I reply, feeling mollified for the time being. It's nice to know that Cal is on my side. A horn sounds from outside, and Cal grins.
“Better get going, eh Bernie?” He puts his hand on the small of my back and opens the door, leading me around the side of the garage and through a gate that leads to the street. Hael is waiting, music trickling into the car as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel and waits for Cal and me to climb in.
“Skipped school for a little bondage, huh?” Hael asks, chuckling like the asshole he is. I don't know how he knows what we did, but oh well. There are no secrets in Havoc, right? I flip Hael off and he hits the gas, sending us flying down the road. “Hope you got fucked nice and good because it looks like we're gonna have a fight on our hands tonight.”
“Good,” I say, letting my anger at Oscar ride fast and hard through me. “Because I could use letting out a little steam.”
The other boys are waiting at the garage when we pull up, but they're not the only ones. There are dozens of masked men and women that watch me with reverent eyes as I climb out of Hael's Camaro and head up the drive to where Victor's waiting.
He's smoking a cigarette, his stance casual. But his eyes, they fucking burn.
“Where you been all day, Bernadette?” he asks, because he's a total