Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,62

face, clearly overwhelmed by this situation before he hurried inside to join Mila.

Kyan turned me in his arms and walked me back against the railing to pin me in place. "All this talk of fucking is giving me ideas." He was already hard against my thigh and my heart thumped wildly as I looked up at him, my hands resting on his biceps.

"Why don't we go back to The Temple?" Blake suggested and Saint's eyes sparked at the idea. Monroe's jaw locked and I wished I could just ask him to come with us and forget having to hide this connection between us. Kyan glanced over at him for a second like he was having the exact same thought and an image of the two of them claiming me together sent a needy squeeze through my belly. Yeah…that would be sinful and damn perfect.

Blake's phone dinged and he took it out, glancing at the screen before falling statue still. "What...no. No!" His head snapped up and he gazed out at the water, hunting for something as panic slid over his features.

"What is it?" I slipped away from Kyan in alarm, reaching for Blake's hand and he wordlessly passed me his phone. I gazed down at the message on it from someone who'd called themselves The Justice Ninja.

You'll burn one day too.

Beneath it was a video of a burning boat filled with Blake's trophies out on the lake. Every last one of them, including the damn toilet paper he’d won from Saint.

A splash made me turn and I realised Blake had dived into the lake and was swimming out to a low fire far out in the water.

"Blake!" Kyan yelled, ripping his shirt off and diving in after him.

I hesitated for only a second longer before the urge to go with them snared me. I pulled off my clothes down to my underwear, tossing them on the floor and finding Monroe down to his boxers across from me when I was done, a look of solidarity in his eyes.

We climbed up onto the railing as Saint cursed, unable to follow with his injuries as we jumped into the freezing water. It drew a cry from my lips as the iciness surrounded me, seeming to slice into my skin. Monroe kept to my side as we started moving, swimming hard after Kyan and Blake ahead as panic ran through me. Who would target Blake like that? And why?

It was a long swim, but I didn't slow, needing to be there for Blake as he was always there for me these days. We made it to the burning boat, the fire already having carved a hole through the bottom of it and it was going down fast.

"No!" Blake roared, reaching into the remains and sifting through the ash before the lake consumed it. Anything burnable was already gone and the metal parts of the trophies were half melted, but there seemed to be one he was desperately trying to find as the boat started to get fully submerged. The fire hissed out as the water filled it and Blake grew more frantic.

"What is it Blake?" I begged as I tread water at his side.

"There was a metal plaque from my mom, it was the first trophy I ever got," he said in a panic and Kyan held his phone up, switching on the flashlight, the thing apparently waterproof. He stuck it between his teeth then dove under the water as the boat went down. I took in a deep breath and went after him, the freezing, dark world punctured by the single beam of light from Kyan's phone. The boat was sinking away into the black depths of the lake and the remnants of Blake's trophies were scattering through the water.

A flash of the light against something silver caught my eye and I spotted the engraved metal plaque floating down into the abyss. I swam for it as my lungs began to burn, moving as fast as I could and battling the aching cold as it drove into my bones. I somehow snatched it before it sank too far, turning frantically and kicking my way back to the surface. Kyan came up beside me, moving close as I held up the plaque for Blake. "Is this it?"

Blake grasped for it and sighed in relief as he looked down at the precious item, his hair plastered to his head. "Thank you," he rasped, wrapping his arm around me and hugging me tight.

"Who the fuck