I manage to say through the anger and pain bubbling in my stomach, threatening to spew the water sloshing around in there.
I push forward but jerk to a stop when Victoria grips my elbow and spins me around.
I yank from her grasp and she frowns.
“You need to hold his hand,” she says, and I keep in my glare, but she knows it and lets hers form. “It’ll look different than the arm around the shoulder thing they sometimes do. If this is for real, if you expect everyone here to believe it—”
“I don’t give a fuck what people believe.”
“Well, you should.” She steps closer, so others can’t overhear. “You agreed to more than a marriage, you agreed to take over this town. They’ll learn of it soon. You think Graven can’t change their mind before it’s all said and done if they decide it’s not in their interest? They get rid of the things that don’t serve a purpose. If they think people won’t buy into you two...”
“For a girl who shouldn’t know much, you sound like you know a lot.” Captain crosses his arms.
She ignores him, but her features grow taut. “You know I’m right,” she says to me.
After a second, I look to Cap, and he holds a hand out for me.
I take it, and together, the three of us walk into the school.
I lean against the SUV, looking out over the parking lot, my annoyance growing more and more with each passing second.
It’s only been three damn days since we agreed to this and everything is continuously getting worse.
Royce won’t look me in the eye, Captain can’t meet my eye without sorrow creeping over his face, and Victoria glares everywhere but me.
The whispers started the second Captain and I walked in holding hands, grew louder when he kissed my knuckles before gym the next day, and the dirty looks came out to play when his hands hesitantly found my hips this morning.
People have restarted with their insults, girls are batting their lashes again, and the guys are suddenly braver.
Captain keeps quietly handling things while Royce has taken pleasure in letting his fists fly every chance he gets, and me? I’ve kept my knife in my jeans and my hands at my side. My mouth has stayed shut but I’ve cataloged every word with every face and when I snap, they’ll be the ones who feel it.
To make it all worse, still no Maddoc. Not a word from him, not a word about him.
Royce and Captain have to realize the only reason these assholes are acting this way is because we’re missing a link. Maddoc being MIA makes it seem like there’s a crack in our armor.
I’m fucking over it. They want to run their mouths, I’ll give them something good to talk about it.
They decide to push after that? We’ll shove harder.
I jolt off the bumper and move quicker than the others can follow, stopping beside Collins’ car, where he stands... with Leo.
Another disgrace let back in as a condition to our contract, a hand for Collins bitch ass to hold.
Both their heads snap my way, then toward the others I left with gaping mouths, deep frowns and clenched fists.
“Rae... whatcha doing?” Collins draws out, suspicious.
“Getting to know my future...” I make a show of pretending to trail off in thought. “What will it make you when I marry your cousin?”
Leo chokes on his drink, his wide eyes flying between the two of us.
That’s what I fucking thought.
If Collins hasn’t even confirmed to him, the only guy who can stand him here, then nobody else has heard. Their game must be the aftershock that’ll come with the knowledge, the storm it would create amongst the students here if they get left out.
Well, too fucking bad.
Collins licks his lips. “I guess it makes you a bit of a whore, hm?” He glares, a nice bite to his words.
There we go.
“Guess it does, huh?” I tilt my head. “How’s it feel to know you couldn’t even get the whore?”
His jaw clenches. “Guess I dodged a bullet then.”
“Guess you did.” I look to Leo, knowing he’ll never be able to keep his mouth shut. He’ll share what he’s learned, what half the damn school is likely already thinking. “I tested them all out, Captain won in the end. I’m sure Collins would love to have you as the plus one to the wedding.”
Leo is a weak bitch and can’t hold in his shock – he’d be a useless hands man.
When