Trouble at Brayshaw High (Brayshaw, #2)(59)

“Tell them to stop,” he says of the others still boxing Maddoc and Royce.

“Fuck you, tell them to stop,” dude throws back.

“You’re not from around here.” Cap takes a step forward. “Here, you do what we say. Tell them to stop, or we’ll have half the town here in minutes to take all four of you out, not that we need the help.” He eyes him suspiciously. “But something tells me you don’t wanna be seen. You’ve already got one on the ground and the other won’t be far behind. Your fucking call how bad of shape they are when you try and leave.”

The guy’s glare intensifies, but a whistle leaves him in the next second, so Cap calls out to Maddoc and Royce and all the grunting stops.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“Fuck—”

An arm snakes around my neck and I’m dragged a few feet to the right.

“Maddoc!” Cap shouts and Victoria picks up the other bat.

The grip tightens, so I lift my legs and drop all my weight, while pulling on the arm and the guy is forced to bend his back.

Maddoc comes rushing, but I swing my leg forward, then back, kicking him square in the dick and he collapses behind me, his grip falling so I spin, but I’m shoved away in the next second and Maddoc starts pummeling him.

His opponent is quick and spins, jumping to his feet and steps back in the next second.

I glance behind me and see the rest are in a standoff, except Royce. Seems he refused to let go and has got his guy’s arms lifted from behind, his knee in his back.

“Raven?” the guy who just attacked me whispers, looking from Maddoc to me.

Maddoc’s eyes cut to mine.

I step forward, but Maddoc yanks me back in the same second.

“G?” I ask, my eyes widening when I realize it’s him.

He nods, blood in his teeth when he grins.

“What the fuck are you doing here? And what the fuck is this?” I throw my hands toward the rest of us.

“Raven,” Maddoc growls behind me.

I lift my hand over my head, and slide it along Maddoc’s neck, leaving it there in an attempt to soothe him. It works and he shifts, breathing against my palm a second, so I lean farther into him.

“Tell your people to get away from mine,” I tell him and his eyes pinch, but he nods.

He looks over, and Maddoc takes advantage of his eyes being elsewhere and puts some distance between us and them.

“We good?” the tattooed guy calls over – he must be the boss – and G nods.

He looks to me. “I need you to tell the other one to release mine.”

His?

“RaeRae?” Royce calls, having heard him.

“Down boy,” I tease to be an asshole and laugh.

“Mama said you’re free, little bitch,” Royce jokes, pushing off him and coming to stand beside us.

I look back to G and his jaw ticks, his eyes locked on Royce.

“Hey,” I snap, and his attention comes back to me. “What the fuck is this? Why was he tailing us?”

“Can you have her put that down,” the tattooed guy looks to Victoria.

Captain rolls his eyes at her, tearing the bat from her hand, and she growls, crossing her arms.

“We need to talk to you guys, but not here,” tattoo says.

“And you fucking are?” Royce glares stepping toward him.

The guy stands tall, a lazy tip of his head that almost reminds me of my boys cocksure attitude. “Name’s Alec.”

“Pansy ass fucking name,” Royce goads him and I fight a grin.

I look up at Maddoc. “Where can we talk?”

“Here,” he forces through clenched teeth, glaring at me for suggesting we let them decide.

“Brother,” Cap calls, his eyes sliding to mine.

Maddoc’s features tighten, but after a moment he agrees.

“Fine.” He steps back but keeps me at his side.

He lets his eyes travel Gio then move to Alec. He gets in his face and Alec stands against him. “You get in one vehicle. Pull out behind my brother, I’ll be behind you. You think about taking off, I’ll run you into a fucking canal.”

Alec eyes him, but the blonde at his side tugs on his arm and when he looks down at her, his entire demeanor seems to soften and he nods, reluctantly agreeing.

They start to walk toward their vehicle, but Royce pops off again.

“Pussy whipped fucker.”

Alec spins, but Gio steps in front of him.

“Just go, man. We’re here for a reason.” Gio looks back at me and winks.

Instantly my eyes fly to Maddoc’s finding his jaw set tight, angry eyes on G.

“Maddoc,” I call, and he shakes his head no, moving for his SUV.

“All you in Captain’s, group home girl, too.”

What the fuck?

Yeah, right!

I dart forward, but Royce wraps his arms around mine and lifts me off the floor.

“Royce—”

“Nope. Not this time, RaeRae. You’re in trooouble.”

“I’m not going,” Victoria snaps.

Royce spins around, his laugh obnoxious and right in my ear.

Yeah, I know how this goes...

Captain frowns as he steps toward her, and her back straightens.

In one swift move, she’s over his shoulder.