it from top to bottom, forcing the fucking thing from her skin. She’s twisted around and falls against the floor with a thump, nothing but a sports bra on her upper half.
“Maddoc!” Royce yells, bounding forward. “The fuck, man?!”
My shoulders fall, my eyes frozen on her exposed skin, and I swear time stops fucking ticking.
Royce’s shoes squeak against the flooring as he skids to a stop beside me. “Holy shit,” he rasps.
“Raven...” Captain drawls out quietly, stuck where he stands, but I sense it when his eyes harden and slice to me.
Large bruises, one the perfect imprint of a boot, covers half her stomach, smaller ones trailing down her abdomen and up her chest.
“What the hell happened to her?” is whispered to someone behind me.
Baby—
My body jerks toward her subconsciously, but Captain and Royce are gripping me by my arms and dragging me backward in the same second. They toss me back, shoving me forward when we reach the door.
We’re in the truck and smashing down the road in the next minute.
“The fuck just happened?” Royce shouts, panic and anger threaded in his tone.
“I don’t know,” Cap seethes, picking up more speed.
“Her body.” I look to them. “Her fucking body!” It looks ten times fucking worse than it did the night it happened. “You see what someone did to her?!” I yell, punching the dash.
“Yeah, man,” Royce growls. “We saw.”
“Everyone fucking saw, Maddoc,” Captain barks and my muscles grow tight. “And now they probably think you beat her ass, you dumbass! Nobody knows she was jumped!”
“Fuck them and what they think! She was wearing his fucking number!” I turn to Cap. “She is mine, Captain! And we just fucking left her back there ... with that little bitch!”
“Is she though?” Royce sits forward, spitting venom with every word. “Maddoc, she knew he was coming. That was fucking planned. She just served us on our own damn court.”
“There has to be more going on here,” Captain adds dryly, completely unsure of his own words.
“The fuck are we missing then, Cap?”
“I’m telling you, she fucking played us!” Royce shouts back. “We trusted her, man!”
“Stop,” Captain snaps. “Don’t cut her off yet, Royce. We need to find out what the fuck is going on.”
I look back at Royce and as soon as my eyes meet his, he shifts his glare out the window.
“We never should have trusted someone outside of us, man,” he spits, the muscle in his jaw ticking against his skin.
Trust has always come harder for him, but he better be fucking wrong here.
Captain’s phone starts ringing, and I grab it, frowning. “Blocked caller.”
Cap pulls over and answers, putting the phone on speaker.
“Dad,” he calls out.
“Are you with your brothers?” our dad asks.
“We’re here,” Royce adds, sitting forward in his seat.
“Where are you?” he asks.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demand.
Fuck his question.
He obviously fucking knows we aren’t in class – he never interrupts us at school unless something went down and he got wind. “How is he at Brayshaw? Why is he at Brayshaw?”
He stuns us when he says, “I gave the okay on his transfer request.”
“Without talking to us first?” I bite out. “You let us get completely fucking blindsided in there! How do you expect us to keep control and order if we’re not fucking aware? You made us look like fools!”
“Maddoc,” Cap hisses.
“No!” I shout, looking between them, then back at the dark screen. “Fuck this. Man, fuck you for this, Dad. Why the hell would you agree to letting him in?”
“Why the fuck would he want in?” Royce adds.
Our dad speaks again, “It was either him at Brayshaw ... or her at Graven.”
Our eyes snap up meeting each other’s.
“Yes,” he answers our silence. “I’m aware of what’s happening with the girl, but you figured as much, I’m sure.”
“She’s not just some girl.” Cap frowns. “She’s ...” He trails off, not knowing the right words to describe what she’s become. What we thought she had become.
“She’s important to you?” His voice calmer than normal, almost troubled.
My brows pull in.
“Has she grown close to one of you specifically?” he questions warily.
“All of us,” I snap at him before they can answer.
“Or so we thought.” Royce glares at me, mouthing what the fuck.
Our dad’s quiet a few seconds.
“Listen to me,” he starts cautiously, and instinctively we all lean closer to the cell phone. “Be smart, think before you act, but do not hold back if you need to handle business. You three are Brayshaw, if people need to