Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
His pupils dilate, and he charges at me, punching me in the face.
Dylan’s father growls, “Hey! Get off him!”
A police officer standing near the stairs jumps in and separates us, drawing his gun at Nathan. “Step back!”
Nathan stops midair with a second punch and glares at the police officer before lowering his fist. And I can’t help but fucking smile at him.
He hisses, “You motherf—”
“Not another word,” Dylan’s father quips, and he nods at the police officer. “Show him the exit, please. I don’t want any more fighting on these school grounds.”
The police officer grabs Nathan by the arm and pushes him farther down the stairs, forcing him to break eye contact.
I know that fucker hates me for what I did to him, but he deserved it after threatening Penelope and possibly even hurting Eve.
And I thoroughly enjoy tormenting every single inch of his soul.
But if he’s the one who ratted us all out to the dean to settle a score, I’m gonna make sure he pays.
We’re alone with Dylan’s father, who turns to us like a bull getting the whip. “You motherfuckers better give me one good reason not to kick you out of this school right now.”
“Uh …” Dylan mutters. “Maybe because I’m your son?”
He glares at his son before sneering at all of us, “My office. Now.”
“Wait, me too?” Penelope asks.
His eyes narrow at her. “All of you.”
We follow him up the stairs and into his office, but the second the door closes on us, Alistair practically loses all the color in his face.
Because next to the dean’s chair is the police chief in charge of the entire city as well as this school.
And Alistair just mutters, “Hi, Dad.”
ALISTAIR
Staring into my dad’s eyes after committing a murder was the last thing I wanted to do, but here we are.
“Wait … that’s your father?” Penelope whispers behind me. “What’s his name?”
“Diego King,” I reply, but all I can focus on is my dad standing there like he wants to take my name out of his will.
“Dad, I don’t know what—”
“Sit. Down,” he interrupts, and he slides two extra chairs our way. “All of you.”
“What’s going on?” Penelope asks as she sits down on one of the chairs.
Dylan grabs the one in front of the desk and throws his feet up. “Well, this is gonna be interesting.”
Dean Caruso slams his fist onto the desk, causing his feet to fall off. “How many times do I have to tell you to fucking behave?”
Felix grabs the chair next to Dylan and sits on it with legs spread wide while I grab the one my father scooted over and sit beside Penelope, ignoring his burning gaze.
“You’re all a fucking disappointment,” Dylan’s father murmurs as he sits behind his desk and grabs the wood like he needs to crack it in two to make a point. “I knew you guys were doing some fucked-up shit with drugs and alcohol, fucking girls left and right …”
“Girls?” Dylan’s brow rises, and he and I briefly make eye contact.
“But actual fucking murder on these school grounds?” Dean Caruso continues, ignoring what Dylan said.
“Are you accusing us of something?” Felix asks.
“I know it was you three. Don’t fucking deny it,” Dean Caruso says. “There’s no one else in this school as fucked up as you.” He clears his throat. “I should know because one of you is my spawn.”
Why does he make it sound like Dylan is trash? All I see is a guy who has uncontainable desires, and sometimes his sparks just start to fly.
“Hey, I don’t see any proof,” Dylan retorts.
“We found the fucking body,” my father says through gritted teeth. “Don’t act like you don’t know. I saw you staring at the ambulance.”
Dylan shrugs. “What happened then?”
“He was burned to a crisp,” my father replies.
“Interesting.” Dylan briefly glances at both Penelope and me.
“But you know all that since you’re the one who set it on fire,” Dean Caruso says.
Dylan’s brow rises. “Again, where’s the proof?”
My father stomps forward and places a bunch of papers with photographs all over the desk.
“This. This is what you two have done.”
Damn. Josh looks even worse than I remember.
“Doesn’t ring a bell,” Dylan says.
“Let me ring it for you then,” my father growls. “There was a party in the woods near the hot springs, and people saw you two fighting with some Phantom boys.” He points at both Dylan and me.
“What? Why would you believe some random people?” I retort, trying to deflate the situation. “I was literally studying.”
I mean, it’s true… for some part.
“So why am I even here?” Felix asks, frowning.
“Because you’re the ringleader, and I know you’re always involved even when you’re not there,” Dean Caruso replies.
Felix grimaces. “That’s not even remotely fucking legal.”
“Killing someone isn’t either, so here we are,” he adds.
Felix stands. “We didn’t do a fucking thing.”