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“What else do you know about Harbor?” I asked after slamming my fist into Officer Rak’s face. He lay on his stomach with his wrists bound to his ankles behind his back, his body contorted in such a way that he could barely move. “Harlan Harbor.”

Jace had wanted us to get him information about his family, and we were meeting with him tomorrow. We had been so caught up with Imani that we hadn’t had much of a chance yet to get the shit he needed.

Imani stood across from us with her lips curled into an ugly scowl. When I had first started kicking the living shithead to a pulp, she was disgusted with me. Now, it was with him. He had admitted to so fucking much tonight that my knuckles were swelling.

“That’s all I know,” Rak said. “I swear to—”

The toe of my boot collided with his nose, a crack echoing throughout the room.

“That’s enough,” João said, stomping out a cigarette beside Imani. “Jace hasn’t paid us enough yet to kill the fucking man. Let up.” João grabbed Imani harshly by the elbow and dragged her closer to us. “Your turn.”

“My turn?” Imani asked with wide eyes. “I’m not touching him.”

“Afraid to get your thousand-dollar sneakers a little dirty?” João asked her.

“No,” she said between clenched teeth. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“You’re part of Poison now,” João said, shoving her toward Rak, then walking around his limp body on the ground. “Do it.”

I stood off to the side, loathing the way João had handled Imani but curious to see if he could break her. I didn’t want her to be like me, but Imani had some grit to her, and I wanted to see how far she would go.

João was right.

She might’ve started off as a toy to us, but she was part of Poison now.

Even if she didn’t end up in the gang, she was mine, too. And I had vowed to stay with the guys forever.

Staring down at the officer, Imani balled her hands into fists behind her back. Part of me knew that she wanted to hit him. Imani had so much anger inside her tiny body, especially with her mother constantly hounding her over and over and over again.

“Officer Rak over here has been talking shit about Allie and Jace Harbor,” João said, pulling Rak’s bloody face off the cement and smacking him on the cheek. “Haven’t you?”

Imani glanced between João and me, brows furrowing in an angry stare. “About what?”

“Calling their relationship incest,” João said.

I cut my eyes to João and bit back a growl. He had said no such fucking thing about Jace and Allie, and I highly doubted that he even kept up with the latest gossip at school about them. He was a grown fucking man after all.

But something snapped in Imani.

Imani barreled toward Rak with her nostrils flared. “You know nothing about their relationship, so fuck”—Imani smashed the heel of her foot against Rak’s jaw, cracking it right out of place—“off.”

My eyes widened. Kai’s eyes widened. Rak’s eyes widened.

João stood back and smirked at her, gaze flicking to me for a moment. He raised his eyebrows, as if he was proud of himself for corrupting Imani like this, making her just like us. Then, he stepped closer to her.

“He deserves more than that, Imani. He was going to hurt Allie with that information.”

Balling her hands into tight fists, Imani kicked him in the face again, one of his teeth flying out onto the pavement beside him. “Everyone in this town is a piece of literal garbage. You have nothing better to do than fuck with people, including you, João.”

I didn’t know what exactly it was that turned me on so much, but seeing Imani fight … fuck, it made me hard. She wasn’t great at it. I could teach her how to be better, where to hit to make the victim feel worse. But she looked damn sexy when she was angry like this.

After one last smash of her sneaker against Rak’s throat, she stomped away toward an empty corner and crossed her arms over her chest. “I swear that I fucking hate this town,” she muttered underneath her breath before commenting about how she needed to call Allie and tell her.

Who knew all we had to do to see Imani the bad girl was to talk about the people she cared about the most? Maybe she’d get that angry over someone talking shit about me or the guys one day and do something much, much worse.

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