Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,194

should write a thank you note to the bear.”

"Before you left her, I suppose you dipped your dick in the aquarium again?" Mila chipped in, leaning further forward and arching a brow at him.

"Pfft." Blake waved a hand. "I did no such fucking thing. That's just what she told everyone so she didn't have to admit to why I really brought her up there."

"Holy shit," Mila breathed. "She made you out to be such a monster."

Blake shrugged. "I'm not denying that, Mila. I wanted to scare the bitch. Bet she hasn't stolen from anyone since though, has she?"

Kyan cracked his knuckles, smirking and Saint had a glint in his eye as he drank in the thought of the girl's pain.

"Why didn't you make her an Unspeakable?" Mila asked and the guys exchanged a look.

"Because not everyone deserves that shit. She got punished, it was clear she got the message."

"How comes Punch was in the Unspeakables then if all he did was hit you? Did he just wound your pride?" I asked Blake, narrowing my eyes, wondering how strict they really were on their guidelines or if it just depended on whatever mood they were in at the time.

Blake pressed his tongue into his cheek. "I thought Kyan told you about what they all did."

"Well I already knew what Punch had done, so..." I shrugged and Blake's eyes narrowed as he glanced over at the back of Toby’s head.

"The kid has anger issues. He was going around flooring anyone in school who so much as looked at him the wrong way. He broke a kid's jaw once. We'd tried punishing him, which should have been warning enough but when he hit me, that was it. We gave him a timeout in the Unspeakables. I didn't ever think he was a real monster until what he did to you." His fists clenched on the table and I noticed the three of them were all glaring at Toby AKA Stalker like they were thinking up the next awful thing to do to him.

Bait glanced over his shoulder from his spot beside Stalker, taking us in through the half mask on his face which was now sporting a large cock on it with the balls drawn below it on his cheek. His gaze fixed on me for a moment and there was an intense anger there that ate into my flesh like acid. I couldn't really blame him for hating me. I was just another one of his enemies now. But I hated him right back now I knew what he'd done.

The bell rang and the guys stood as one, their shoulders brushing and an air of danger crackling around them that told me they were on the hunt. It was the end of the school day and it was rare that a day passed without them punishing an Unspeakable or two.

"Bait, Deepthroat, Stalker, Freeloader, Squits and Pigs!" Blake hollered. "Your lot has been drawn today. Follow us." He strode across the room and Saint followed while Kyan grabbed my hand and pulled me along with them. I turned to wave goodbye to Mila and she waved too, looking slightly pale as she watched the Night Keepers round up the six Unspeakables and send them out the door ahead of them.

Kyan walked at a fierce pace and I had to practically jog to keep up with him. He looked like he was about to throw me over his shoulder at any second, but I warned him off with my eyes.

I sensed a crowd following behind us, perhaps wondering what fresh hell the Night Keepers were about to unleash and I was kinda curious too.

"Are your little legs slowing you down, baby?" Kyan mocked.

"Just because I don't have giant tree trunks for thighs, doesn't mean my legs are little. You're just abnormally tall," I said, grinning at him.

"And you're abnormally fucking hot, so..."

"So?" I smirked.

"I forgot my point." He tugged me closer with an animalistic growl and I laughed.

We followed Blake and Saint as they herded the Unspeakables to the courtyard in front of Aspen Halls. A crowd was forming there like they'd known this was coming and my lips parted at the sight of the benches pushed to the edges of the courtyard. In the central space was a coiled up chain, a lacrosse stick, a cheerleading pom-pom, a frisbee, a roll of toilet paper, a baseball bat, a pair of football shoulder pads, a pile of pine cones and a wooden stick.

Monroe stood