Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,193

Pontus had set us all an assignment to write out the meaning of some boring ass poem about wheat, which basically meant the whole class were talking loudly to one another, paying little attention to their work.

"Be patient," Saint said, his tone calm. He’d already finished his assignment of course and I’d seen more synonyms for wheat listed on it than I even knew existed. I swear he didn’t even use a thesaurus either. Maybe he really was a robot.

"I have been," Blake growled and Kyan nodded his agreement from further down the row of desks. Mila was sitting on my other side listening in. I'd apologised again and again for what the Night Keepers had done to her, but she kept insisting it had been worth it for the best sex of her life and was glad that at least they knew she wasn't guilty now. I guessed she was used to the ways of my men in this school; she'd spent years watching them rule, falling into line with the rest of the students. She took what they'd done in her stride and I didn't know whether to worry about all the shit she must have witnessed for her to not give a damn about being almost pissed on, or impressed that she tossed her hair and moved on with life as simple as that. Still, I’d made it clear to each and every one of them that if they ever went after her like that again, I’d cut them somewhere that counted and that somewhere would be their balls. Fair to say they’d gotten the message.

"I'm still up for the idea that we bring groups of students to the fight pit day after day and eventually, I'll beat an admission of guilt out of one of them," Kyan muttered.

“The problem with that is, that half the students in this school would admit guilt to avoid being beaten,” Saint said thoughtfully.

"I still think we should question the Unspeakables again," Blake said.

"Do you really think one of them could be responsible though?" I asked, frowning at the idea. "If one of them did it, you would have gotten it out of them the last time you questioned them."

"Tatum's right," Saint agreed. "Their backbones have been thoroughly melted, but they’ll get another reminder soon enough anyway."

"They're the only ones with motive though," Blake said thoughtfully.

"Pfft, what about every girl you've fucked then tossed away faster than an old, piss-ridden shoe?” Kyan suggested and my lip curled back at the reminder of that thrilling fact.

"Well, yeah," Blake shrugged. "I doubt they took it that personally though."

"Did you really leave Tiffany Forsythe up in a cabin in the woods so that she had to be rescued from a bear?" I frowned while Saint and Kyan laughed and Mila leaned closer to hear the answer.

Blake looked to me with a dark kind of smile that left my skin tingling. "Yep. I mean the bear wasn't planned, but it was a happy coincidence."

"That's awful,” I growled, fixing Blake with a glare.

"The bitch stole from me," Blake said angrily.

"We found Blake's wallet in her locker just before the end of term last year," Saint explained, examining his nails for dirt.

"I dunno if it was revenge for me fucking and ducking her, but either way that shit was shady. I told her it would be a one night thing, by the way. And maybe if she'd wanted it to be more than that she shouldn't have just laid there like a dead frog on its back. All I remember from that fuck was my mouth getting glued together from all her gross lip gloss and feeling like I was dipping my dick in an aquarium while having a bunch of fish nibble on the end of it. Vaguely interesting, but kind of disturbing at the same time."

I gaped at him as the others laughed, but Blake's icy mood today meant he didn't even crack a smile. He deadpanned the whole freaking story. And I was like, kinda horrified.

"After I found out she'd stolen my wallet, I invited her up to my dad’s mountain lodge during summer break and of course she agreed. I drove her all the way into the middle of fucking nowhere and dumped her ass at the cabin, figuring she'd have to call for help once she realised I wasn’t coming back. Didn't quite factor in that she wouldn't have cell service, but at least the message got driven home. I guess I