Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,248

bag. "The Night Keepers are waiting for us."

"Yeah...okay," she agreed, catching on to the idea that we needed to remain subtle around that thing.

I finished putting her stuff away and swung her bag over my shoulder before grabbing my laptop and leading the way outside.

Tatum fell into step beside me and we wordlessly began to head for The Temple.

We kept our silence all the way down the path and I thanked everything in this fucking universe that I hadn't just done what I'd been considering doing to her beneath that table. A recording of that could have had me sent to prison and the stark reminder of that reality had me twitching with nerves.

Tatum unlocked the door as we arrived back at the repurposed church and the two of us moved inside. We found the others all sitting around the TV while Blake and Kyan destroyed zombies and Saint read something on his iPad.

"We have a problem," I announced as we moved over to join them.

"Oh yeah?" Blake asked, pausing the game to give us his full attention.

Saint had perked up like a Labrador who'd just spotted a tennis ball and I had to wonder if he thrived on bullshit or if he just needed a challenge to take his mind off of his own psychosis.

"We were in the library and I found this taped beneath the desk where Tatum always sits." I offered up my phone as evidence and Saint promptly snatched it from me before the others had a chance to do more than give it a cursory look.

"This cannot go on any longer," Saint growled, narrowing his eyes so that I could practically see the cogs turning in that cunning little brain of his.

"Well you're the one who's supposed to be coming up with an amazing plan to stop this asshole," I growled. "And they clearly still have their sights set on Tatum. We need to deal with it fast."

"I say we just go down to the dorms and start beating the shit out of people until we get a confession," Kyan said in a menacing tone. He reached for Tatum over the back of the couch and when she let him take her hand, he yanked her into his arms, dragging her over it and planting her in his lap.

“Kyan,” she protested through a laugh as he placed her back to his front and wrapped his muscular arms around her.

“I want you close right now, baby, don’t fight me on it,” he growled in a low voice and she gave in to his demands with a half hearted eye roll that said she secretly loved his macho bullshit.

"Yeah. I think I'm with Kyan on this now," Blake said. "This is our girl they're fucking with."

"No," Saint snapped, pushing himself upright. "We've tried intimidation and it clearly isn't working. If we start beating the shit out of innocent idiots we will lose the support of the masses and that's unacceptable too."

"What then, asshole?" I demanded. "You always seem to be so full of all these bright ideas and amazing plans but none of it ever seems to come together. You claim to be able to take down your father, Royaume D’élite, this ninja/stalker motherfucker and no doubt countless other threats besides, and yet I don't see any evidence of you actually doing any of those things."

"Watch your tone with me," Saint snarled, shoving to his feet and getting in my face.

"Or what?" I sneered. I was already pissed over this whole situation and if he wanted to get in my face like a jumped up little asshole then I wasn't afraid to put him in his fucking box. We may have decided to work together now, but that didn't mean I was totally convinced that he didn't have the cruelty and vindictiveness of his father in him. It was just better the devil I knew.

"Guys, stop," Tatum demanded, scrambling out of Kyan's lap and forcing herself between us. "If we start fighting among ourselves then we're just playing into their hands. We need to figure out what to do about this."

Saint scowled at me over her head, but as she placed a hand on his chest, some of the fight drained from him.

"You need to stay here tonight," he said to her, the concern in his gaze clear. "It's not worth the risk of the stalker seeing the two of you sleeping up at the head's bungalow. If they really are following you then they could get