Reign of Brayshaw (Brayshaw High) - Meagan Brandy Page 0,15
happened. You have the card, you do what you want with it.”
“What if I give it all away?” she challenges.
I shrug. “I don’t give a fuck what you do with it. It’s yours. Cut the card up, hide it, mail it to your mom to blow on blow, who fucking cares. We have our own money, too, so it’s not like you’re screwing us. What you decide to do with it is on no one but you.”
She glares at the envelope. “It can’t be so simple.”
“Nothing ever is.”
“I don’t want anyone to know.”
“No one will unless it comes from your mouth.”
She huffs. “So, what, do I sign it as a Brayshaw or a Carver?”
I tear it open and pour out the contents on the coffee table. Her ID bounces from it to the ground, bottoms up. She looks from it to me.
“Let’s find out,” I tell her, bending to pick it up, but she rushes in first.
She flips it over, reading her name aloud. “Raven Carver Brayshaw.” She frowns. “My middle name is Carver?”
With a deep sigh, she reaches into her backpack for a pen and doesn’t bother reading over the forms, but blindly signs on each tallied line. She grabs the rest of the shit from the envelope and heads for the door. “Come on, I still want a coffee.”
We let her walk out and I turn to my brothers.
“Was he trying to say if she didn’t take it, it would default to the Gravens once she was given to them?” Royce asks.
“She won’t be given to them,” Cap quips.
“Probably, at least now it’ll be in her name and they won’t be able to touch it.”
“Yeah,” Royce scoffs. “If she hits him with a prenup.”
“Royce!”
Cap smacks him in the back of the head and his hands lift. “Sorry, fuck I know. I gotta stay pissed or make fuckin’ jokes, man. I don’t have an in-between. It’s either this, I fuck my way through the cheer squad, or choke everyone out with bare hands.”
Cap shakes his head. “Let’s go, she knows we’re talking about her.”
“Yeah, meet you out there in one sec.” Royce bounds up the steps and the two of us move for the car.
He’s back down within a few minutes, tossing Raven her iPod and headphones.
She picks it up, frowning at him, but he just shrugs.
“Keep ‘em with you in case you want to drown out everyone. Plug ‘em in, turn it on and fuck everyone else, RaeRae.”
She nods lightly and does just that.
We head for the donut shop, Raven at my side, happy to go get her dollar fucking coffee and maple bar, not at all affected by how only five minutes ago, she became an instant multi-millionaire.
“You gonna eat that?”
I tilt my head back to spot Victoria.
She drops onto the grass beside me. “You realize the grass is wet, right?”
“And you just sat on it.”
She grins. “Never said it bothered me.”
I laugh lightly, offering her the donut I only peeled a small corner of maple off of, but is otherwise untouched.
She shakes her head. “I was kidding. I don’t like sweets.”
“Well I do, and I’m pissed I can’t eat it. My stomach is still turning. I couldn’t even finish my coffee.”
She gives me a side-eye before shifting her frown to the basketball courts where the guys are jacking around, shooting hoops before the bell rings. Why we all woke up at the asscrack of dawn today, I don’t even know. Guess we had too much on our minds to sleep.
“Maybell tossed out all of Vienna’s shit last night. Straight into the dumpster, carried it out herself even. Guess she heard what she did?” She looks back to me.
“That woman knows more than any of us could guess, I’m sure. You’d have to being around this family as long as she has. Secrets on secrets on... secrets.”
My brows pull in.
Maybell.
“Uh-oh.”
I look to Victoria. “What?”
“You have your ‘I just figured some shit out’ face on.”
I slide my eyes to her. “Since when do you want to know things, I thought your MO was the less you know the better?”
“It is.” She glares. “Did I ask you what you figured out? No. I didn’t. I just recognized your I’m gonna make a sneaky move that will piss them off face.”
“I thought it was my I figured some shit out face?”
“Yeah. Which means the same damn thing in Raven language.” She laughs.
I can’t help but laugh with her. “You know, you should rethink your position on the not wanting to