Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,79

my libido.

“Now, I will deliberate on what I have learned,” Saint said even though knowing this guy’s boss was male wasn’t exactly a significant clue that could lead us anywhere.

“I love you, brother. Especially when your crazy is showing,” Kyan said.

“It is one of my finer qualities,” Saint smirked and I couldn’t help but agree.

I sat on the picnic benches outside Aspen Halls, watching while Danny, Chad and the rest of the football team made the Unspeakables line up before the wall of the enormous stone building while they threw handfuls of mud at them and I waited to see if any of them were going to crack and give us some information on the Justice Ninja.

This morning, we’d woken up to find a giant brown cock scrawled on the stained glass window in what we were pretty fucking sure was human shit. Honest to fuck, someone in this school had taken a shit, picked it up and used it to draw a cock on our home alongside the initials J.N. Saint had almost gone full Saint and not one of us had been willing to get close enough to clean it off, so he’d ended up calling his maid, Rebecca, and offering her five grand to get her ass down to the house and scrub it off while we were in class.

As the most likely suspects in this fun game of who hated us enough to make a shit mural on our house, the Unspeakables had needed interrogating so I’d volunteered to oversee it. But we’d been at this for over an hour and they had nothing to offer me, so I was giving up hope.

Deepthroat had taken a face full of mud a few seconds ago and I laughed like it was hilarious, snapping a photo to forward on to Kyan before letting the fake smile slip from my face as they all gave their attention back to the game. It felt like clapping for a bunch of kids who needed constant reassurance that they were doing a good job from their daddy all the damn time. But I wasn't their fucking daddy. I was just a miserable son of a bitch with a painted on smile.

I sighed as I lay back on the table, ignoring the bite of cold in the air as I looked up at the stormy sky. It wasn't raining yet, but it was clearly on its way. Just another thing to make this gloomy bastard of a day less enjoyable. I’d already had to sit through double math and geometry today, did the sky really have to start pissing on me too?

I tapped my fingers against the wooden tabletop as Freeloader started crying and begging for mercy. Even that didn't make me feel good. In fact, it kinda made me feel like an asshole. And even though I was, I didn't need reminding of it right now.

"All of you Unspeakable motherfuckers," I called without even bothering to look over at them. "You've got ten seconds to run the fuck away from here as fast as you can. Anyone who is still within sight after that will have the pleasure of having rocks thrown at you instead of mud."

"Aww come on, Blake, it was just getting good," Chad begged, but I ignored his desperate ass. If he was bored that wasn't my problem to solve.

"Ten," I called. "Nine, eight-"

The shrieks and pounding feet of the Unspeakables making their escape reached me and it sounded like most of the football team had chased after them. But that wasn't my problem either. I didn't even bother to finish my countdown.

I released a slow breath and stared up at the ever darkening sky before letting my gaze trail to the huge building beside me. Aspen Halls was old, the grey stone weathered by time and the endless rain that always seemed only moments from falling in this place.

It was four floors of faux gothic beauty designed to make prospective parents of the richest kids in the world gasp and coo at its impressive architecture as they signed over thousands of dollars in fees for the privilege of sending their little darlings here. I'm sure they thought it was the best that money could buy. That their kids would much prefer to be left here in the middle of nowhere than spend time with their families. I mean, I supposed most people had no reason to believe that time might be precious, so it made sense. And it