Page 93 of Anarchy at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 4)
“This could be a good thing,” Oscar says as Callum turns to him with an expression that probably mirrors my own. It quite clearly says what the fuck, man? “Go talk to him, in the name of the game. See what information you can dig up. We didn’t get bombarded by gangsters at a high school after-party for nothing. And we haven’t been left alone because Maxwell is lazy. Obviously, Ophelia had something to do with the GMP being present. Kali didn’t seem surprised to see them either.”
“Should I flash him my tits while I’m at it?” I quip and Oscar smiles tightly.
“Wouldn’t hurt.”
“You fucking prick,” I snap back at him, waiting for Victor to put a stop to this shit. He doesn’t. He’s still looking at Trinity like if he stares hard enough, he’ll figure her out. I’m so jealous I can barely breathe, but I’m also too prideful to say anything right now.
“I don’t want you to talk to him,” Aaron says, his voice hard. “Not at all. What good will come of that? Bernadette isn’t our whore; we’re not here to use her on weak men.”
“Thank you for that,” I tell him, feeling this tightness in my chest when he looks at me. It’s like, no matter how much time we spend together, it isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough, but I guess that’s the point, isn’t it? When you’re in love with someone. I wonder if he’d like me to handcuff him again? If he’s still suffering from what happened with Kali, he isn’t letting on. I can’t decide if that’s because he’s doing fine, or if he’s just bullshitting himself and me both. “This game sounds stupid. I’m not the murderer anyway, so why bother to play? But if it helps Havoc out in any way, I can at least talk to the guy.”
“Have some whiskey first for fuck’s sake,” Hael says, offering up the bottle and then snatching me by the wrist at the last second. I barely have time to let out a gasp when he pushes me into the wall with his hard body, his pelvis pressed up tight against me. With one hand, he keeps my wrist encircled in his fingers. With the other, he captures me by the waist. When he touches his lips to my neck, I sag back against the wall, acutely aware of all the eyes on us.
Some people are wondering why the fuck I’m kissing Hael Harbin when I’m supposed to be with Vic. The rest are wishing I’d drop dead so they could take my place.
Then there’s James Barrasso.
He’s looking at me like he wants to take Hael’s place.
“That son of a bitch is looking again,” Aaron says as Hael kisses his way down the side of my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. It’s all I can do to keep my eyes open, my fingers curled over his shoulders. A wet heat builds between my legs, making me wonder if there really is a maid costume in that room and if I shouldn’t just put it on.
“Good,” Hael says, and then he grabs me by the cunt and presses his lips against my cheek, so I can feel his words when he talks. “Think about this when you’re talking to James.” He lets go of me suddenly, and I struggle to straighten up without letting anyone see how easily he just got to me. “And now you may go and enjoy the party.” Hael laughs and then moves away before I can even ask him which character in the game he’s supposed to be. Hopefully it’s the asshole because then he wouldn’t have to act like anything other than himself.
“I’m the murderer,” Cal says, flashing his booklet at me for a second. The way he smiles tells me he smells trouble in the air, and he’s going to go off in search of it. “If you need to end the game, you know the answer.”
He takes off, slipping into the small crowd and disappearing into a hallway that leads toward the back of the house. If I didn’t know to watch for him, I’d have never seen him leave at all.
“I’ll be watching,” Aaron says, leaning back against the wall, the fingers of his right hand curling and uncurling in frustration, like if he does it enough, maybe the cast will just fall off on its own. It doesn’t make him any less beautiful though, any less my savior with chestnut curls and a dimple that shows only when he’s smiling like the world isn’t a broken and desolate place. “If you leave the main area, I’ll follow.”
“You? The cripple of the group?” Oscar says, which is probably a pretty fucking offensive term to some people. “Don’t bother. I’ll watch over her. You make conversation with some of these idiots and see if any of them know Kali, Ophelia, or Tom.”
