Page 170 of Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 5)
“All I did was admit to Ophelia that the annulment and marriage were a lie. That’s it.”
I grab her by the hair and yank so hard that tears prick at the edges of the bitch’s eyes.
“What. Else.” I don’t even phrase it as a question; it’s a command. Because I know there’s more. A quick glance up at Victor reconfirms my suspicions. He gives a slight nod and I turn back to Trinity, giving her hair another harsh tug. She whimpers and sniffles before answering, her dignity stripped completely away.
“She asked about a little girl, showed me a picture. I agreed that I’d seen that girl before. Once, I thought I saw you staring at her through the fence.” Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I slam Trinity’s face into the floor once and then stand up as she wails helplessly.
“We have to find Ophelia,” I say, my jaw clenching tight as Vic checks his phone for messages from the other boys. There’s nothing, not just yet. He re-presses the emergency stop button and then sends us back down to the first floor.
“We do,” he agrees, his dark eyes hard and businesslike. Just behind that careful façade however, I can see something else, that blinding rage of his, the temper that he almost lost on the first day of school spilling out to taint the earth.
We hit the first floor as Trinity begs and begs for us to let her go. All Victor does, however, is kneel down beside her and give a tight, cocky smile.
“You are so awful, Trinity Jade,” he says mildly, his voice so placid that it can only be the menacing calm before a great storm. “So awful that even with the billions you might’ve inherited from Samuel Jade, you are not worth my time. Even with your money, you are nothing. You are so small that you are not even a fraction of the woman that my wife is.”
Victor stands up as I hit send on the text message to Samuel, showing it to Trinity before I drop the phone on the floor near her face and she screams and screams and screams. On our way out of the elevator, I push the button for the topmost floor. Before we leave, I take my diploma from my pocket, unroll it, and use the spare tube of red lipstick I brought with me to the amphitheater to write Out of Order, Use Stairs on the back of it. Sliding a piece of chewing gum between my lips, I smack it a few times and then use it to stick my makeshift sign over the elevator’s call button.
“Fuck you, bitch,” I snarl before turning on my heel with my husband right beside me. “Let’s go find your mother.”
“Oh yes,” Vic purrs, reaching up to rub at his chin. “Let’s.”Hael calls us as we’re leaving the girls’ dorm; Victor picks up on the first ring.
“What’s up?” he asks, and then nods at whatever Hael says on the other end of the line. “Yep, we’re on our way to the Student Parking Area.” He glances over at me as he hangs up. “We need to run.” And so we do. We pound across campus together as I shrug out of my graduation gown and chuck it into the bushes; Victor does the same.
Once we hit the gravel area at the back of the school, we see Aaron using the Bronco to push cars out of the way, just so he can get to the exit without having the time to properly move the other vehicles.
Hael drives behind him in the Camaro with Oscar and Callum in the Eldorado.
As soon as Aaron gets free of the lot, he takes off while Hael pauses beside me and Vic.
“They’re heading for the back gate,” Hael calls out as Victor opens the door and we both climb in together. I’m practically sprawled on Vic’s lap as Hael hits the gas and we take off, gravel flying out behind us as the wheels spin and we pick up speed. “Maxwell, Ophelia … and Heather.”
“Shit,” I breathe, clenching my teeth tight. If Ophelia gets Heather out of here and onto that private fucking helicopter they have parked at Maxwell’s place, they could be gone in an instant, dropped at the private airstrip that Maxwell also owns. He could take my sister to another country and use her as leverage to get whatever it is he wants out of us.
He could kill her. Worse, he could … But I can’t think about that happening. I have to focus on the moment at hand.
“If they reach the gate, Maxwell’s formal motorcade will be waiting,” Vic says, scooting me aside so that he can dig under the seat. He removes a pistol and inserts a magazine, passing it over to me. From the driver’s seat, Hael does the same, removing a weapon of his own. “We can’t stop them if they get there; they’ll send us to the underworld in a hail of gunfire.”
