Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,257

a state of anxiety.

Tatum:

Anyone else feeling *squid emoji* tonight?

Kyan:

Naw, baby, I’m getting real *octopus emoji* though. The Justice Ninja is gonna *onion emoji* while I ram a *pine tree emoji* up his *peach emoji* tonight.

Saint:

I am growing weary of these emoticon conversations. I will likely remove the emoticon keyboards from your phones soon.

Blake:

Who says emoticon??

Saint:

A man with good breeding. Something you would know little about, Bowman.

Blake:

Woah. Did you just have a go at my dead mother?

*Saint Memphis is typing*

Kyan:

Can’t believe you’d go at his dead mom like that bro. That’s not something I can even *squid emoji* about.

Tatum:

I think Saint was just being *clown emoji*

Saint:

I am incapable of guilt and Blake is incapable of being offended. So I will not fall for your tomfoolery.

P.S.

Cease and desist with the emoticons or I shall punish you all for them henceforth.

Nash:

I bet you love this emoji though Saint >> *list emoji*

Tatum:

Haha oh yes! There’s a whole section for stationary. Saint I really want your *protractor emoji* in my *wastepaper basket emoji*

Blake:

*shocked emoji*

Kyan:

Holy fuck.

*Saint Memphis is typing*

Nash:

Jesus princess…

Saint:

Give me time to decipher the meaning of this and I shall give you my answer, Tatum.

Tatum:

Okay…

(Psst guys did I just offer Saint anal?)

Kyan:

EXTREME ANAL

Tatum:

What makes it extreme???

Blake:

You don’t wanna know, Cinders.

Tatum:

Yes I do!!

Saint:

I need all the details before I make my decision.

Tatum:

Haha you’re joking right?

Saint:

I never joke. Expect my answer soon.

Kyan:

Don’t worry, baby, he doesn’t have the *squid emoji* to go through with it. I however…

Nash:

I won’t let them go near your *wastepaper basket emoji* princess.

Blake:

Only because you’ll be too busy filling it yourself with your coach whistle.

Nash:

D minus for a shitty joke badly delivered, Bowman.

Tatum:

You guys are distracting me from important Justice Ninja mission stuff and things…

Kyan:

Turn your earpiece on.

Tatum:

No chance pervert.

The guys started sending me filthier and filthier messages to distract me more and I laughed as I continued pretending to work on an assignment.

After a while, our text chat stopped and I started to get anxious about our plans. I wished I could remember more of the night I'd been drugged. It was all so hazy, the last thing I recalled was sitting here, then falling to the floor as I dropped my phone. Beyond that, there were just snippets of the dark woods, a white mask, fire and then Blake pulling me into his arms.

You're dead meat tonight, Ninja.

At a quarter to ten, I subtly turned on my earpiece. The other guys would all be wearing them too so we could stay in contact tonight. It was like a legit undercover operation.

Kyan called my phone on cue and I answered, ready to act my heart out. "Hey."

"Hey baby, how wet are you for me right now?"

I stifled a laugh and gave my rehearsed answer. "Well that's okay, I'll just walk back on my own tonight."

"God, I wanna stick it in you so hard and deep, you'll feel me tickle your throat," Kyan growled and Saint cursed him through the earpiece.

Jesus fucking Christ. Could he ever behave in life or death situations? But alright, maybe I kinda loved his brand of crazy. "Honestly, I don't mind walking back alone. I'll be quick and I'll call you as soon as I get in."

"Yeah and when you get here you're gonna get on your knees and suck your husband's cock like a good wifey," he purred before bursting out laughing.

"I'll see you soon," I gritted out, swallowing my amusement at Blake cracking up in my ear and Monroe cursing him out.

I killed the call, getting to my feet and taking a steadying breath as I packed my things away.

The plan was simple. The guys would be in their hiding spots now, watching and waiting from the trees. So I just had to walk back to The Temple, take my sweet time and hope for the justice bastard to show up. Then I'd turn tail and lead them to my trap and whoosh, they’d be launched skyward, dangling by one ankle in prime position to face the wrath of my tribe. You shouldn't have messed with me and my Night Keepers, asshole.

I put the backpack on – not my usual bag choice - which was heavy as shit because the guys had insisted I carry a ten kilo barbell weight in it from the gym to protect me from any arrows flying at me from behind tonight. It was sweet as shit, so I wasn't exactly complaining. But I'd had to put my foot down when they'd all fallen into a detailed discussion of how they