in a man, but everything I need. He balances out my dark side in the best possible way.
“Fuck the VGTF,” he says, examining the long train of ash at the end of his cigarette. “They don't have shit on us.” He lifts his head to look at me, his purple-dark hair falling across his forehead and making my heart spasm in my chest. He has no goddamn right to be so pretty, so smug, so rude, so good in bed. Ugh, fuck Victor Channing and the horse he rode in on. “They only came after us because Brittany started running her mouth.” He stabs his smoke out in the ashtray on the nightstand. To be honest, I didn't think Oregon had smoking rooms in hotels anymore. Color me surprised and elated.
Victor pauses for a long moment, staring at the oil painting on the wall across from him.
“Fucking Brittany,” he grinds out after a moment, clenching his teeth against her name. “I should castrate Hael to keep him in line. We don't have the resources to deal with a Fuller High brat and her angry Protestant cop-daddy.”
“There are already rumors circulating the Prescott High social media circuit. Everyone thinks you guys broke out of the station and are on the lam.” I down the rest of my drink as Victor laughs again.
“Oh, please,” he says, looking back at me with his ebon eyes. “We lawyered up and skipped the fuck out of there singing show tunes. Once Oscar's finished with Brittany's dad, he'll be facing charges for what he did to us.” Vic cocks his head to one side, like an animal who's just scented blood in the water. “The only factor we don't have under control here is Ms. Keating.”
I close my eyes against the Vice Principal's name, a sick feeling churning in my stomach.
Breonna Keating is still in the hospital, and she has yet to wake up. But when she does, she's going to tell a story about Neil Pence, and about me, and I need to figure out how to deal with that when the time comes. The thought of calling her a liar makes me sick.
I've decided that Ms. Keating is not human.
How can she be? She's too nice. She makes me question everything I know about the world.
“Leave her to me, okay?” I say, and Vic turns slowly to look at me, assessing, curiosity apparent in his dark gaze. It's hard for me to focus on it though because his dick is just sort of … there, hanging out and taunting me. I'm having trouble concentrating. Fuck me, I'm dick drunk, I think with a groan. “Don't look at me like that, Victor.”
“You're afraid of what we might do to her?” he asks, and I shrug. I mean, look at them. They kill people, they bury them alive, they castrate them. But Ms. Keating is … she's different. I don't know how to explain it to Victor, but hurting her would mean losing everything that I am.
I want justice, even if it hurts. Even if the cost is high.
I do not want slaughter.
“She defended me against Neil, even though she was terrified to speak up. That has to count for something?” I almost sound like I'm pleading, but then, that's not really my thing. “I'm queen of Havoc now, asshole. You share a crown.”
Victor laughs at me yet again, but this time, the sound of it is different. He sounds … mirthful? Weird.
“Okay, wife. You can deal with Ms. Keating—just so long as she is dealt with.” He turns back to me, and there's a glint in his eyes that makes me sweat. The animal in me is both intrigued and terrified. Either he is hunting, or he is readying to mate. Since I'm not a goddamn animal, I know it's the latter, but his expression, his intent, the way his body tenses up … it could be either. “But first, you have to show me you know how to suck dick.”
I narrow my eyes on him.
“I don't have to do shit,” I snap back, but really, he knows he's getting to me.
“No?” he asks, grinning like the psycho he is. “But you want to. What's the difference? This whole time we've been here, we've been fucking like rabbits and yet, you haven't put my cock in your mouth.”
“Because you won't stay away from my pussy,” I snarl back at him, but I'm already anticipating taking him into my hand and squeezing my fingers around the