Page 169 of Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 5)
On our way, we spot Trinity Jade striding down the path toward the girls’ dorm and disappearing inside. Vic and I exchange a look. We don’t need to communicate with words to know what the other is thinking.
I follow Trinity into the elevator just before it closes, Victor slipping in behind me.
She whips around and plasters herself against the mirrors as I slam my palms on the wall on either side of her head. I’m seething; I’m shaking; I cannot fucking breathe. If I lose another sister, I’ll die. There won’t be anything left of me for the Havoc Boys to save. It’ll be over for me then. Over for us. Heather cannot die. She cannot be taken from me.
“What did you say to Ophelia?” I snarl, because if she thinks I didn’t see them slip into the bathroom together, then she sorely underestimated the depths of my Havoc-induced magic. “What?!” When Trinity doesn’t answer right away, I slam my palms against the wall again.
Victor casually presses the emergency stop button. While the VGTF sneaks up on the school, executing their carefully planned raid, nobody is likely to check on us in here. We have at least a few minutes. And this elevator, it’s a motherfucking dark zone.
“I didn’t say anything to her,” Trinity purrs back at me, her genteel voice rife with smug superiority. Whatever she did, whatever she said, she thinks she’s gained some sort of advantage over us.
I backhand her then, careful not to leave a mark. Blood smears my knuckles anyway as I draw back and ask again.
“What. Did. You. Say?”
This is the last time that I’m going to ask.
Trinity smirks at me, but says nothing, testing the very limits of my temper. But with Heather on the line, there is no holding back. There are no doubts. There are no worries about getting caught.
I haul back and hit Trinity as hard as I can in the stomach with a closed fist, making her wheeze and gasp as she doubles over. Shaking my hand out, I ready myself to do it again. It won’t leave a mark, but it sure hurts like fucking hell.
When Trinity finally straightens up, panting heavily but still carrying that superior gleam in her eye, I punch her a second time and then grab the back of her neck while Vic watches, allowing me to carry out the interrogation. I can feel his godlike control wash over me as I wet my lips.
“You’ve made a huge mistake,” I breathe, standing back up and pulling out the cluster of red rope that Oscar slipped into my pocket this morning. It’s supposed to be for fun, but … didn’t he say something about a survival situation?
“What the fuck are you doing?” Trinity pants as Victor steps forward to assist me, holding Trinity still and arranging her limbs for me so that I can tie her up the way Oscar showed me. My knots are nowhere near as pretty as his and probably very difficult to undo, but I don’t care if Trinity is uncomfortable or if she suffers or if this hurts.
Survival situation, remember?
Once Trinity is bound on the floor in a hogtie position with her legs spread wide, her graduation gown rucked up around her hips, and her panties showing, I steal her phone from her pocket.
“What is the code?” I ask, kneeling down beside her. She shakes her head at me, but I swipe at her screen anyway, a giddy, sadistic rush traveling through me when I see that face recognition access is an option. With Vic’s help, I maneuver the phone in front of her as she thrashes until … bingo. It’s that easy to unlock. “Tell me what you told Ophelia or I’m going to text your father the truth about Maxwell Barrasso. Regardless of what you say to him after that, he’ll always have that seed planted in his mind.”
“Okay, fine!” Trinity snarls, finally losing her temper as she struggles against her bonds. “Untie me and I’ll tell you.”
“Tell me now or I text Samuel,” I continue, thumb already typing out a simple message.
You’re not my real dad; Maxwell Barrasso is.
I show that message to Trinity, but it doesn’t seem to shake her confidence at all. She just grits her teeth and looks away from me. She doesn’t believe I’ll give up this piece of intel against her. She thinks I actually care as much about the inheritance or the deal with Ophelia as I do my sister.
I add another few sentences.
I was having sex with my half-brother, James Barrasso. A teacher at the lodge caught us together in one of the rooms.
This time, when I show her, she finally seems to get how goddamn serious I am about this. Sure, it’s a possibility that she could whine to Samuel and get him to believe that I stole her phone and tied her up just to fabricate these lies, but … well, the stark look of fear on Trinity’s face tells me her rich daddy is of a different persuasion.
