Reign of Brayshaw (Brayshaw High) - Meagan Brandy Page 0,20
spite.
Proving further she gets me on a different level than others, Victoria starts running her mouth, not that I want to hear it.
“So is this how it’s gonna work now, huh?” Victoria mumbles, being sure they can’t read her lips as we walk their way. “You play the good little lamb and they do what they want?”
“Shut up.”
“Bet they let Daddy start telling you what to do, too.”
“I said shut up.”
“What do you think will follow, huh? Maybe they trade you beds each—”
I spin around, slamming my forearm into her neck while slipping my left foot behind her. I push, knocking her into the car beside us, setting off its alarm.
I get in her face. “I said shut the fuck up, Victoria.”
I wait for her to shove back, to attempt to fight me off. She doesn’t.
She smirks, causing my eyes to narrow.
Footsteps head our way.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“They need to see you angry. You’re Raven fucking Carver, fighter by nature. You do what you want.”
“They know this already. Why the fuck do you think we’re sneaking out of here right now? Because at the end of the damn day, I make my own decisions.”
Her face hardens. “This is about shared information, not decisions. Don’t let them keep you in the dark.”
I study her. “How do you know they are?”
She holds my eyes a moment. “Make them talk or go to the man himself. They may be his sons, but in the end, Rolland is still in charge.”
“Victoria,” I growl, pushing harder.
“You know as well as I do, in the dark is where it happens.”
In the dark, we lose.
I shove off her right as the boys step up, and their eyes slide between ours in question, but they say nothing.
I glance to Victoria.
She stares at me a moment, relaxing when I lick my lips and look back to the boys, the boys who frown when Victoria pushes off the car, leaning an elbow on my shoulder lazily.
“What was that about?” Royce finally asks.
“Where were you going?” comes from Maddoc.
But it’s Captain that steps closer, his eyes searching hers before settling on mine.
“Don’t,” he whispers. “Let us be the ones.”
Victoria’s muscles tense, but nobody catches it but me.
I keep my eyes on Cap. “When?”
He looks to his brothers who both glare angrily and frown in contrition.
“Let’s go,” he says, moving aside for me to step past.
When I do, he slides back in place, standing directly in front of Victoria.
With her shoulders squared, she faces him head-on. Slowly, her eyes move to mine.
“She stays,” he says to me, looking at her.
“For now,” I add.
She keeps her stare steady on mine a moment before backing up, not looking at him and heading for the school.
The four of us move for the SUV, but when Cap should make a left and head for the house, he doesn’t. He makes a right instead.
“Where we going, Cap?” I ask.
His grip tightens on the steering wheel, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. “To Zoey.”
Not a single word was spoken after Captain’s announcement as we pulled from the Brayshaw High parking lot, and a half hour drive later, we come to a parallel line of palms, a path just large enough for the SUV to roll down separating them. We turn onto the gravel road lined with painted rocks and bright purple flowers.
Clean cut grass spans out on both sides, at least the size of a few basketball courts. The right side has a home playground set perfectly centered, while the left has a little plastic house with purple windows and the same purple flowers all the way around.
Speaking of basketball courts, once we get a little farther down the road, a mini court with little toy hoops placed on each side comes into view.
My chest tightens when I see the wolf’s logo painted in the center of it as if it’s the Brayshaw home court.
Like it’s her daddy’s home court.
I look to Cap in the mirror, finding a small smile on his lips.
I glance at Maddoc.
He sits tight and tense, glaring straight ahead, like he can’t bring himself to look around.
I slide my hand in his and his eyes cut to mine, the edges contracting even more.
Cool air hits me then and I look to Royce.
He’s rolled his window down, his head practically stuck outside as he takes in every inch he can get his eyes on.
“You been here before, brother?” Royce asks him.
Cap shakes his head. “Pictures and video from our PI.” He