Mayhem At Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #3)(41)

“Do not make me regret leaving you alive,” Victor warns the Vincents on Sunday morning, after the girls have finished their cereal and been tucked safely away inside of Aaron's Bronco. The leader of the Havoc Boys crouches down in front of our bald captives as Leigh's brown eyes dart around her ruined living room with a look of such sheer devastation that I feel a little warmth bloom inside of me.

To me, a ruined house is nothing. It's just a place. It's just things. Penelope was a soul, a spirit, a heart, a fucking person. This means shit all to me. But to Leigh and her husband, Marcus, their material possessions are the most important thing, and we've just fucked those up royally.

“Are you listening?” Callum asks, his voice low and dangerous. “Because if you're not, we can make other arrangements.”

“We're listening,” Marcus groans, shaking and holding his still-broken hand to his chest as he looks around at what's left of their house.

“You will clean up, you will tell your doctor some bullshit story about your hand, about an accident with a ladder or a hammer or a giant motherfucking dildo, I don't care. And then you will await my instructions.” Victor turns to Leigh, tears and snot streaming down her face as she stares at her ruined house with a deep-set frown. “You will find a way to place Alyssa with the Peters; they're a foster family already, so they should be in the system. We will drop the girl off tonight. After that, you will keep your head down and report anymore requests for children directly to me.”

“You're going to send us spiraling into bankruptcy,” Leigh says, as if Victor or any of the rest of us cares. Aaron actually laughs, shaking his head and then storming out of the room like he can't fucking stand to listen to this anymore. I don't blame him. The Vincents are delusional. “You are the very epitome of a monster.”

This time, it's my turn to laugh like a crazy person. Wow. Just … wow.

“If you don't do what I say, when I say it, you will be the very epitome of dead. Do you understand me now?” Victor rises to his feet and looms over the couple the way he always does. “Get your shit together and figure out a way to help me nail Ophelia to the cross. If you do, I'll give you a cut of my inheritance, enough that you'll never have to sell another girl again.”

Leigh looks askance at Victor, like she doesn't believe him for shit. She shouldn't, considering that he's lying his ass off, but she's also greedy enough to consider it as a possibility. Whatever works.

“Let's go,” Vic says, nodding at Hael, Cal, and Oscar. Me, he grabs around the waist, pulling me out the door and leading us toward his Harley as he digs a pack of cigarettes out with his left hand. “Jesus, these people are stupid as fuck. I give them until the New Year to piss me off to the point of murder.” He takes a drag and passes the smoke to me.

“I give them until Christmas,” I reply and Vic chuckles, taking the cigarette back and pulling in another drag before he flicks it to the ground and crushes it out with his boot.

“See you at home,” Aaron calls out, climbing into the driver's seat of the Bronco and waving his arm at me. There's something cozy about the way he says that word. Home. I don't feel like I've ever had a real home before. The thought excites me as I climb on the back of the Harley behind Vic, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face against his back.

Callum and Oscar hop into the Camaro with Hael, and off we go.

Our Havoc honeymoon is over.

It was very … appropriate, I felt. Kidnapping. Threats. Destruction.

Sex.

Lots and lots and lots of sex.

I feel like Victor has branded himself on my skin.

And yet, I'm looking forward to spending the night in that king-size bed with him.

Victor and I head straight home while the other boys veer off to deal with Alyssa.

“Who are the Peters?” I ask when Victor lets us into Aaron's house and slides a pistol from his waistband. He checks the house like he's part of a SWAT team while I follow along behind him. He waits until the house is clear before he turns and looks down at me.

“The Peters are Oscar's foster family,” he tells me, and I swear, my jaw nearly comes unhinged.

“How did I not know that he lives with a foster family?” I ask, wondering if that's the real reason why Victor sent Oscar with me to check out the Kushners' house, if that's why he let Oscar do the actual killing.

“A good one though,” Vic assures me, pausing as the front door opens and the other boys—sans Oscar—come in, the girls preceding them with tired yawns. It's only mid-day, but they most definitely took advantage of the trip, staying up all night and bingeing on candy and Netflix.

I watch as they slink up the stairs and disappear into Kara and Ashley's room.

“A good what?” Aaron asks, pausing beside us. He looks relieved to be home, but there's a different sort of tension in his eyes. He levels his gold-green gaze on Victor and waits to hear what we're talking about.

“Oscar's foster family,” Vic murmurs, looking Aaron up and down briefly before he locks eyes with him. “She wants to know about the Peters.”

Aaron glances over at me with a sympathetic sort of expression on his face.

“Maybe if you knew more about Oscar's family, you'd understand him better,” he says, and then he pauses for a long moment. “Doesn't excuse fucking any of his behavior, but it might help you figure out a way to accept him for what he is—a complete and total asshole.”