Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
“Well, Coco Rocco, maybe your father was right after all.” Delta tips her head. “They’re degenerates who cannot be trusted.” Her tone fills with amusement with her last words, and she holds her palm out.
I slap it with mine, cocking my head, waiting for them to realize they have an audience.
What Delta said is true. My dad did go out of his way to drill into me why they shouldn’t be allowed to move into the manor. Hell, he didn’t even want them accepted into the school or on the grounds at all, a firm believer only those of “notable” blood are worthy, and I can’t say I completely disagree. It’s risky and we only have the word of others to go off, but the hardest part for me is my father is never wrong. His concerns always prove themselves valid. Every single time. There are too many snakes looking to slide into our fold to trust blindly, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t solely my decision.
The problem was they were trusted enough by his colleagues to do small-time work, so the others saw no reason not to offer them the same, after some rounds of testing, of course.
To which they passed, so what could I say outside of “they don’t belong” and “you can’t trust anything an outsider claims,” as my father has taught and demonstrated as truth. He was furious and wouldn’t set foot in the manor for months, but when it comes to matters of the school and the decisions surrounding it, Greyson Elite Academy is ours to control.
Everything outside of that? Well, it depends on the day.
“You can come out now,” Bronx calls.
Delilah, the Grecos’ current merry-go-round girl, slips out of Kenex’s room, a small hint of guilt in her eyes, but there’s a sly smile on her lips as she steps over the duo.
Both boys pant in place, frowning at her back as she comes our way.
“Jasper,” I call. “There’s a wire transfer pending on Delilah’s account.”
“I’ll send it through, Miss Revenaw.” Even he can’t keep the hint of amusement from his tone as he bows, excusing himself.
Kylo sits up, tearing his hoodie over his head, wiping the blood from his face and neck with it. “Yo, what the—”
“Fuck’s goin’ on?” Kenex finishes, his shirt torn down to the waist, nothing but his collar intact.
“What happened, dear Grecos?” Delta cocks her head, Ander coming up at her back in that exact moment, his arms looping around her.
Ander smirks. “Someone walk in on something they shouldn’t have?”
“You mean on something that shouldn’t have happened?!” Kylo hops to his feet, glaring at Delilah—because his brother is faultless, of course. “Today was my day. He had her yesterday.”
But his eyes quickly grow sharp, and that self-assuredness that gets them into trouble takes over. He lets his arms fall, his chin lifting as his shoulders seem to widen, and Delilah takes an involuntary step forward.
My arm shoots out, stopping her from advancing, and Kylo’s eyes narrow.
This is their favorite part of the game: the let-go.
The dismissal.
When the rule is broken, so is the girl and the rule is always broken.
They see to that themselves, always with a new twist, of course.
Not this time.
We may or may not have reiterated to Delilah about this part, but then again …
“You knew the terms before you played with these pups.” I look to her. “You took my deal, which ends theirs. Your little contract is now void.”
Delilah faces the boys again, frowning. “But he’s—”
“But he’s calling you to him without a single word leaving his lips? I know.” I push off the wall, moving toward the duo. “But that’s because the Grecos are predators, Delilah. They like to hunt, and once they find the sweet, vanilla girl they are searching for, they turn her inside out. Make you crave things you never even knew existed … right before dismissing you. So have some grace and go.”
While the girl does hesitate it’s only for a moment, and then she’s gone.
I turn to the boys, pinning them with a warning glare. “If you want us to allow you to bring your little contract playthings into this space, stop sneaking off at night if you can’t show up the next day bright-eyed and ready. Stop messing with Saylor. Stop trying to occupy Jasper so you can do God knows what—you’re risking someone slipping where they don’t belong by doing this—and stop trying to traumatize Sasha. The last thing she needs to see is my girl on all fours between her men. Do it again, and they won’t allow you to watch anymore.”
Both boys give a curt nod and behind me, I hear Delta and Ander’s footsteps carrying them away.
“Go.”
My eyes slide toward Bronx, who tugs the younger Greco closer by his torn collar. “Go,” she whispers this time. “I’ll take care of this.”