Page 91 of Chaos at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 2)
“My mother cheated on him with his best friend. Tom killed him and buried him out here. I know because I saw the whole thing and followed him. The guy is buried about a quarter mile north of here, close enough that even if Tom were to break the land into parcels and sell it, this area should be safe.”
“But far enough away that we shouldn’t run into him,” Callum adds as Hael mutters curses under his breath and deadlifts the body into the back of the Armada. Impressive. “Tom has enough connections that it’d be hard to nail him with the murder anyway, so we figured we’d rather use it to our advantage.”
“The dead guy was a total prick anyway,” Vic explains, lighting up a cigarette, like this is business as usual for him. Well, not like it’s usual. It is usual. Jesus. What I’ve experienced with Havoc thus far, that was like, baby bootcamp or something. His face tells me nothing, cigarette hanging from between his lips as he talks. “His death is serving the world far better than he ever did with his life. Now, when we take out the trash, we have somewhere to put it.” Vic turns to me. I should probably be scared of him. Instead, my body ripples beneath his stare, soaking up the attention. Be very, very careful, Bern, I tell myself. If I’ve figured out that I have his balls in a vise, it’s only a matter of time before Victor realizes he holds me by the ovaries.
“And Danny …?” I start, exhaling sharply. Part of me recognizes that I’m not as tough as I thought I was. This is a lot to take in. And yet … I’m a lot happier than I should be, standing beside a teenager’s early grave.
Havoc, spilling its secrets out and into me.
Almost literally, if you consider Aaron, and Hael, and Vic …
“Mitch asked for him back, so we’re going to make a special delivery.” Vic smirks at me and winks before heading over and grabbing a pair of shovels that are leaning against a tree. He tosses one over to me and I catch it in my gloved hands. “Start digging, your majesty,” he says smiling with too much teeth around the cigarette.
Oddly enough, he doesn’t sound like he’s being mocking. Glancing over in Oscar’s direction, I see him frowning and that, that makes me smile.
Aaron looks up at me from across the grave and gives a smile of his own, but his is tinged at the edges with melancholy. It says, I’m sorry, Bernie, I told you, and I was right.
“Nantucket,” I murmur, swallowing and pushing the end of the shovel into the pile of dirt. “I know, I know.”Mitch has been driving a new car the last few weeks, another restored classic that makes Hael whistle like he’s just spotted a hot piece of ass out the window of the Armada. It’s currently parked outside of Kali’s place, this boring ass ranch home that her grandparents probably picked out of a Sears catalog. It used to be an okay house before they died, and her parents inherited it. They’ve trashed the place.
“Oscar, the cameras?” Vic asks, and Oscar nods. He passes the iPad forward, releasing it into my hands with reluctance.
“Try not to break this one,” he oozes, and I have to resist the urge to rabbit punch him. I yank it from his fingers, glancing down to find a graphic video of Mitch and Kali fucking. My brows go up.
“Well?” Vic asks, looking over his shoulder at me from the driver’s seat of the second stolen SUV we pinched today. This one’s a Suburban though, a bit newer but filled with children’s’ toys. Makes me feel a little guilty. Hael is driving the Armada with the body in it. That must suck serious ass—even with a mask on his face. Makes me remember the shitty coronavirus pandemic some years back, and I shiver. “Are they otherwise occupied?”
“Oh, they’re occupied alright,” I say, feeling my mouth twist into a smile. “Kali has small, shriveled looking tits from all her bulimic episodes, and Mitch’s dick is short in length and lacking in girth. Plus, his balls are weird as hell.” I pass the iPad forward again as Victor grins at me.
“Aren’t balls always weird?” Callum asks, leaning an elbow on the edge of the door. I shake my head.
“Not like these balls, Cal. Not like these.”
“Focus, please,” Oscar purrs as Aaron smiles at me with much less melancholy than he did at the gravesite. “We have a few minutes to get this done, at best.”
“You’re being optimistic,” Cal chuckles, laughter coloring his voice. “Bet Mitch blows his wad before we’re done.”
“Not taking that bet, the odds suck,” Aaron murmurs as Hael reverses the Armada so that it’s ass-to-ass with the blue two-seater car. Vic parks beside him and rolls down the driver’s side window so they can talk to each other.
