Page 12 of Anarchy at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 4)
Ding, ding, ding.
“I knew it,” I whisper as Logan licks his lips, glancing between the raven-haired girl and the blonde before turning his attention back to Victor.
“Why?” Victor asks, his stare so intense that if I were Logan, I’d be squirming like a butterfly pinned to a wall. “You’re a Prescott kid. You know as well as we do that nobody ever does anything for free.”
“Bernadette,” Logan says, pointing past Victor and toward me. “He said it was all about getting Bernadette when she was hiding behind you.”
“Either you’re lying to me, or your brother played you like the world’s smallest violin. What a bunch of bullshit. Neil was after more than just Bernadette. Tell me, Logan. What happened with Ivy?” Victor frowns hard, and it’s scary.
Logan blanches and then shrugs.
“She was mouthy, full of gossip. You know that. As soon as she found out that Danny was dead, she was threatening all sorts of shit. Talking to the cops, talking to you guys. Neil said he’d take care of her, and he did.” Logan glances over at the blonde girl again, and they exchange a long, studying sort of look.
He’s lying.
I open my mouth to suggest that to Vic, but he’s nodding, like Logan’s easy lies are actually working on him.
“Very good, Logan. You squeal like a little piggy, don’t you?” Victor goes completely still, like a vampire who’s forgotten how to breathe. That’s when I remember that despite his ability to control his temper, despite the fact that he keeps his hands clean most of the time … he’s the most dangerous letter in Havoc. “Say it, Logan. Tell me what you are.”
“What?’ Logan asks, backing up a little. But then he seems to realize that Callum is right behind him, looming like a monster in the dark. “I’m not saying that shit.”
“You will, or I’ll start breaking your fingers, one by one,” Cal says, and Logan curses under his breath.
“Fine, fuck this, I’m a little piggy. You happy now?” Logan spits the words out with a scowl, raking his fingers through the frosted tips of his brunette hair.
“And what sound do little piggies make?” Victor continues, smiling. He’s truly and utterly enjoying himself right now. I wet my lips with my tongue, and the girl in my arms squirms, like she can sense she’s on the precipice of disaster.
Logan just stares back at Victor for a moment, his hands shaking, his shoulders tense.
He has little choice but to comply.
It’s either his dignity, or his death.
“Oink, oink,” he breathes, nostrils flared, pupils dilated. If it were just him and Vic, I think he might try to fight him. As things stand, I could kill his girlfriend faster than he could win even a one-on-one fight, let alone one against four.
“Excellent. Now, get on your knees and kiss the toes of my boots. Say I’m sorry your majesty, and we’ll be finished here.” Vic’s smile gets a little wider as he studies Logan and his barely contained rage.
“No way,” Logan bites back, quivering as he looks from Hael to Oscar, back to Callum, then over to me and the girl in my arms. “You can’t ask me to do that, as a man, in front of my girls.”
“Do it, or you’ll see exactly how pissed off I get when my orders aren’t followed.” Victor cracks his tattooed knuckles in a very clear threat. “I’m losing my patience rapidly, Logan.”
Logan moves forward, as if he’s going to do what Vic’s asked. At the last second, he turns and takes off down the hallway.
Coward.
Victor moves so fast I barely register that he’s taken off after Logan. He grabs the other boy by the back of the hair, wrapping his arm around Logan’s neck and cutting off his scream. The two of them crash to the ground, but there’s no contest. Vic is much bigger, and much stronger. He turns Logan around, straddles him, and then puts his hands around his throat.
“No …” the blonde girl collapses against the lockers as she watches the scene unfold. I expect her to take off down the hall to try to rescue her boyfriend, but then she turns, and her eyes meet mine. “He left me,” she says, wonder and horror both apparent in her voice. “He left me.”
I release the raven-haired girl as Hael withdraws his knife, and she collapses to her knees, choking and sobbing.
“What is he doing?” I ask Oscar, watching Vic, stone-cold and immovable as Logan thrashes beneath him.
“Killing him,” Oscar answers easily. I look up, noticing that we’re in one of the school’s dark zones. Jesus. Havoc never does anything in half-measures. I wonder how long it’ll take me to get used to looking at a situation from every possible angle. “Usually takes about five minutes.”
“Five minutes?” I choke out as the two girls crawl toward each other, wrapping their arms around one another, and begin to sob. I’m sure this isn’t how they expected Snow Day to turn out. “Usually?” I add, after I really process what Oscar’s just said.
