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What a fucking cunt. I can’t believe I’m going to have to give this douchebag a blowjob. I could just kill him now and make it look like an accident, but so far, he’s my only lead, and he could just be a slimy asshole and not even involved in the trafficking ring. I really need to set up a meeting with Team Bastards and find out if they have any leads. Miller and I didn’t exactly get very far last night.
“Come on, Mackenzie. I think you’ll find that if you’re a very good girl, then I can be very good to you.”
Sighing, I stand up and smooth down my skirt. His eyes roam over my figure, but just as I’m about to move around to his side of the desk, someone knocks on the door.
“Fuck!” he exclaims, straightening himself out and pulling his chair up to his desk so he can hide his erection under it. “Come in,” he calls, and the door opens.
Ryland pops his head in and looks around, smiling when he sees me. “Oh hey, Mr. Marshall. I thought I should show Mackenzie to her next class. If you’re done, that is?” He tips his head to the side questioningly, and I quickly grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder, taking the out he’s offering. I can find a job myself.
“Thank you for speaking to me, Mr. Marshall,” I say demurely, and he smiles, although it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Anytime, Mackenzie, and remember if you want that list of jobs, my door is always open.”
The audacity of the fucking creep. I feel bad for the poor females in this school. I need to ask Cassie if he’s tried anything with her. Does he only try this with the foster kids, or is it any of the girls? Waving goodbye, I follow after Ryland, ready to just about lay a kiss on the poor teenager for his timely rescue.
I shudder as we walk away, and he drapes an arm around my shoulders. I look down at his hand and then back at him, and he smirks.
“Cold?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“No, creeped out.”
He nods but doesn’t remove his arm as we keep walking, and the weight of it is nice. It’s weird getting affection from someone that’s not a mark, but I don’t hate it. It kind of makes butterflies swarm in my stomach.
No, Kenzie, bad girl. Even if he’s eighteen, he’s off limits. He’s still in high school.
“Yeah, that’s not the first time I’ve heard that about Mr. Marshall.” We walk past a group of athletes, who are all whispering like teenage girls. Bishop is goofing off with them, but he stiffens up when he sees us coming. One of them steps in front of us, halting us in our path. He looks me up and down, eyeing Ryland’s arm around my shoulders.
“Oh, so maybe you’re not a fag after all, you just like the freaky bitches. This one is just as freaky as that new guy Miller. Hey, I don’t blame you, the freaks are always grateful for anything you give them.” The group around him chuckles and jeers at Ryland as his hand tightens on my shoulder, his whole body growing tense.
Before he can say anything, I jump in, looking the asshole up and down. “No, the freaky bitches aren’t grateful for anything you would give them. Judging by the overabundance of muscles, I’m assuming all your junk has shrunk beyond recognition. Freaky bitches like to be able to feel the cock they are being fucked with.”
“Oh damn!” one of the other athletes calls out, and the others snigger quietly as a look of fury washes over the asshole’s face, and he clenches his fists at his sides.
Bishop places a hand on his arm. “Steady, Billy,” he cautions, but Billy shakes him off.
“You watch yourself, bitch. My dad is the chief of police, and he can make your life very difficult.”
“How about you watch yourself, bitch, because my dad’s the governor, and he can make your dad’s life very difficult, Billy.” The chilling threat comes from the boy beside me, and I watch the color drain from Billy’s face before he steps back. When I turn quickly to look at Ryland, he is all smiles. Ryland has barely moved, so I wonder what Billy saw on his face to cause such an extreme reaction. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now why don’t you get the fuck out of our way? I’m sure Mackenzie doesn’t want a tardy on her first day at school.”
Billy and his meathead friends shuffle to the side, allowing us to pass, but he can’t help taking a last dig. “Or maybe you are tag teaming her. You and the freak Miller. Dude, I’m fucking impressed. Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”
Ryland ignores him and drags me away, but I can’t help wondering if Billy is onto something. Is Miller working on Governor Turner’s son? Are they just friends, or is there more? Has Miller been getting close to Ryland for the same reason I had considered? Maybe he saw the picture of Governor Turner with that group of people. I mean, it’s a long shot, but at least it’s something. I know I can always ask my dad to get in touch with the governor, but working his son first Is not going to hurt. I just hope Miller isn’t seducing a teenager.
They might just be friends and Billy is a homophobe, but what if he’s right? I really don’t want another run-in with Miller, so maybe I’ll speak to Dayton about it once we all touch base. There’s also Bishop’s actions to consider too. This whole team doesn’t seem above seducing teenagers to get what they want. I have nothing against their technique, but I do question the ages of the girls. Does this make us any better than the people we are trying to bring down?
Chapter 13
We finally make it to lunch, and I’m freaking exhausted. The girls have continued to throw sly, nasty remarks in my face, and they are in most of my classes. It’s taken all I have not to put my fist in their faces, but that’s not going to help my cause at all.
I tell Ryland, Lathan, and Miller I’ll meet them in the lunchroom, needing to use the bathroom before I sit down to eat.
When I finish my business, I wash my hands and step out into a now empty corridor. My steps are silent as I walk toward the cafeteria, but a voice in an alcove has me stopping to listen.
“Hey, Brock, how did your meeting go with the new girl?” I hear Mr. Turner ask.
“Oh my goodness, that girl is troubled,” I hear Mr. Marshall reply, and I roll my eyes.
“Oh?” Mr. Turner prompts.
