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I filtered through my files and to my surprise, I’d gotten a hit.
“What’s that?” Isaac asked from behind me.
“Just some dirt on a chick a friend of mine asked me to dig up.”
“Did he pay?”
“Of course, he did. You know I don’t work for free.” After forwarding everything over, I shut my computer and twisted around to face my brother. “You heard from Rhett?”
“Nah. He’s still pissed over what happened at lunch.”
My mind immediately wandered back to today’s incident and how Rhett made us look like merciful buffoons.Fucking softy. That was Rhett though. Unlike me and Isaac, Rhett was the sentimental type and carried a genuine heart of gold, which at the most inconvenient of times always came back to bite us in the ass. He couldn’t fool me. I knew why he didn’t have our backs today. Like Isaac, beautiful women had always been Rhett’s worst weakness, albeit Isaac’s intentions were a little more distasteful with that particular topic as compared to our brother.
Despite her uncanny beauty, Samara Campbell was trouble with a capital T. Just one look at her and I could tell she wasn’t like the other students here at the academy. Where others would drop to our feet with a simple finger-snap, this girl had a backbone. She wasn’t prone to following demands. Her behavior in the dining hall proved it.
And just like her piss-poor attitude, that was a huge problem. One that would have to be fixed. So what if her bumping into Isaac was merely just a simple accident?No onecrossed the Ravagers and made us look weak.
Nobody.
“Uh oh,” Isaac spoke with a big, bright smile. “I know that look. Something on your mind, brother?”
“Always, brother. Always.”
Chapter 9
Samara
Tosupposedlyhavesomebullshit bullseye painted on my back, I managed to make it through the next two days, today included, in one piece. Other than some sour glares and a few stuck-up bitches diverging away from me like I was blatantly sporting some highly infectious disease, nobody started shit with me. Not Kinsley and not even the oh so highly privileged Ravagers.
So much for that futile threat to make my stay here a living Hell.
I was fortunate to avoid Kinsley and those three pussies. According to Sky, Kinsley had fucked around and got herself thrown in the dungeon for the rest of the week. Why? Who the fuck cares really. Having my nose stuck up her ass didn’t interest me. She was theleastof my problems.
With the exception of Phantom, I didn’t have any classes with the Ravagers. I did, however, share the same lunch period with the three of them. They were up to something. It was written in their heated stares, Isaac and Phantom’s specifically, that they had it out for me. And Rhett, I could tell from the warm, nervous smiles he flashed my way between classes and at lunch, that Sky might’ve been right about him. He was the calmer, less dickish one out the trio. If I played my cards right, I might be able to use that to my advantage.
Too bad it would have to wait until Monday, that is if I made it to Monday. There was a problem, a big one I had to solve, and fast. Between the shitload of homework taking up all my spare time, on top of the swarm of security surrounding the place day in and out, heavily armed I might add, devising a plan was virtually impossible. It was Friday afternoon and I was currently on my way back to the club. As soon as I get there, Damien would demand an update. I pray he was in a good mood because I really didn’t have shit to tell him. Hopefully the truth would be enough.
But I doubted it, highly.
“You okay back there?”
I broke my stiff gaze away from the outside scenery and met eyes with Finn, who was staring at me through the rearview mirror.
“Yeah, I’m good.” My eyes floated over to the empty passenger seat, the absence of Jace’s presence tormenting my insides. He hadn’t come with Finn to pick me up.
I didn’t expect for it to bother me this much. But then again, I asked for this, made it perfectly clear that thisthingwe had—whatever it was, would be our undoing. I guess him not being here was his version of saying that he’d finally heard me loud and clear.
“He wanted to be here,” Finn said, frowning as he took in my expression through the mirror. “He told me to tell you he’s sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I quickly cleared my throat and peered back out the window again. “It doesn’t matter.”
“I think it does,” he voiced softly. “It’s okay, Samara. I know. Known for a while actually.”
The largest lump imaginable clogged my throat. I painfully managed to gulp it down, breathing slowly as I said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Look at me, Samara.”
My eyes nervously skated back to the mirror. Finn’s eyes were back to the road, but after a second or two they sharply focused back on me. “It’s okay. I promise. Your secret is safe with me. And to be fair, I’ll let you in on a little secret of my own. I’m in love with Ginger.”
