Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,74

code name ‘52’,” Saint said thoughtfully. “There are fifty two weeks in a year…it’s the code number for direct dial calls to Mexico…or there are fifty two cards in a deck – not counting jokers of course-”

“Everyone at the club gets a number,” Kyan explained before Saint could come up with any more theories. “I’m 69. Obviously.”

I couldn’t help but snort a laugh at that despite myself. “Seriously?” I asked and he leaned close to me as if the others weren’t all listening too.

“You want me to prove to you that I deserve it? We can ditch our next class…” Kyan leaned down to run his tongue up the side of my neck, making me flush red and Saint elbowed him in the gut to make him back up.

“Maybe later,” I said.

“Focus,” Saint snapped.

"Check the rest of the phone," Monroe suggested. "If we're going to risk giving ourselves away then at least make sure there isn't a name and address in the contacts list linked to this 52 guy."

"That would be moronic," Saint deadpanned.

"I was exaggerating, but you catch my fucking drift," Monroe urged and Saint nodded, checking the contacts list and the emails, but there was nothing of interest there. There were no other apps on the phone and it was clear this was just a point of contact between Mortez and this 52 person.

"Come on," Kyan urged. "Text back with some bullshit about the phone being broken and having to get it repaired."

"That's not an entirely useless idea I suppose," Saint mused, glancing at the clock. "But I need to think on how to phrase it exactly and we only have a minute and fifteen seconds before we have to head to class.

Kyan grabbed the phone from his hand and Saint snarled, twisting sharply around to reach for it and wincing in pain as he did so. I sucked in a breath, moving forward to stop him from getting up.

Kyan tapped something out on the phone and pressed send before Saint could do himself any more damage trying to get to him and I placed a hand on Saint's shoulder to calm him. The tension ran out of his muscles as he looked to me then held his palm out to Kyan for the phone.

"That'll do it," Kyan announced, giving it back to him and Saint's eyes flashed at him as he looked down at it.

I moved closer to read it myself.

Mortez:

My phone broke in the fight so I couldn't get a photo. But the job is done.

I held my breath as I hunted for the dots at the bottom of the message thread that would say someone was replying, but they didn't come.

"There is one other thing we must to discuss,” Saint said, looking to me and my heart pounded as I caught on to what he was going to say. “Tatum is immune to the Hades Virus.”

The other guys sucked in breaths, looking to me in confusion.

“What? How?” Blake demanded, his eyes full of hope and it made my heart squeeze.

Saint leaned back in his chair, letting me explain and I wet my lips. “Well…my father trialled a vaccine on me. It was supposed to have gone through proper testing but apparently corners were cut and…it wasn’t safe. That’s how my sister died,” I said, my throat tight as they gazed at me with a mixture of awe and pity. “Anyway, I guess it worked on me somehow. My dad told me when I saw him and, well…” I shrugged, not wanting to dwell on that memory a second longer.

“Thank fuck for small miracles,” Kyan said heavily, staring at me intently.

“This must be kept secret,” Monroe said darkly.

“Yes, this knowledge will not leave our home,” Saint growled. “Not a word of it.”

“We’ll take it to the grave,” Blake swore.

The others nodded as one, a vow shining in their eyes that I was sure none of them would break

"We must leave," Saint said firmly as he glanced at the clock on the wall, rising from his seat and turning to me, realising I was still in my nightdress and his whole world looked ready to crumble.

"Your first class is with me so your chances of detention are low." Monroe glanced between the others with a smirk. "But never zero."

"That isn't the point," Saint spat and I could see he was about to pop a blood vessel.

"I'll be ready on time." I flew away from him, racing upstairs, knowing that another Saint outburst could lead to him injuring