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“When did you lose your coolness?” I smirk, and he laughs after he catches on.
“I'll have you know that I'm still pretty cool amongst my friends.” He leans back in his chair and stares at me again, “Has anything else happened since starting here?”
My brow furrows, “Like what?”
“Oh, I don't know. Has anyone harassed you or bullied you?”
I find it weird that he's asking me this. Has he heard anything about the present Lords, or is he asking in general? Should I tell him about my run-in with Fynn Morin or just leave it be? I decide to do the latter, and I shake my head.
“Nothing out of the ordinary. Why?”
He hesitates and then leans forward and opens a drawer. Pulling out a white envelope, he tosses it to me, “I found this on the floor. Someone had slipped it under my door yesterday morning.”
I open it up and read the note on a folded-up piece of paper. My eyes widen, “Why would someone write this and give it to you?”
“I haven't the faintest idea, Cat. I'm not worried about myself, but I am worried about you.”
“Why are they threatening us? I don't understand...have you pissed someone off?” I reread the letter and can't believe my eyes.
Mr. Scott
I know what you did, and you will pay, but you're not the only one...
You have a daughter, don't you?
Is she safe?
Make things right or else...
Of course, it isn't signed; what bad person would sign their name to a threatening letter? This has to be some kind of joke. I've never known my father to hurt anyone intentionally; they must have the wrong person.
“They have it wrong then. If you haven't pissed anybody off, they must have the wrong person. You should take this to the police.” I say and hand it back to him. I then grab my bag and stand up to leave.
“Catalina, do me a favor. Be careful, and if you are ever in need of help and can't get a hold of me, I want you to go to the Lords.”
My eyes bug out for the second time since being in my father's office, “You want me to break the rules and talk to the Sinners?”
He waves his hand, “You will not be punished. That rule is the Sorority rule and can be overturned, but no. I don't want you talking to just any of the Sinners. I want you to search out Oakley Harris, Jett Pelletier, and Fynn Morin. They are the only ones that would be able to help you. They have connections that nobody else has.”
“How do you know this, Dad?”
Does he know everything about the Lords? I'm sure he doesn't; otherwise, he wouldn't be telling me to go to them. Instead, he'd be telling me to run far, far away.
“I went to school with their fathers, Cat. We were Lords together, and now their sons are as well. I was the lucky one to have a beautiful daughter.” He smiles, but it looks a bit sad.
I move around the desk and give him a hug, “I know, secretly, you have always wanted a son, but you have never made me feel unloved, Daddy.” I always call him that when I'm being sappy because I know it makes him feel better and reminds him that I will always be his little girl.
“I love you, Catalina.”
I kiss his cheek and pull away, “I love you too, but I have to go now. I will be careful, I promise.”
I leave his office with so many questions running through my mind. What could my father possibly have done to make a person threaten him and his daughter? I'm so lost in thought that I don't see the person rushing into the same building I'm leaving.
I had taken the back stairs because they were closer to the building that houses my next class, and when I go to open the door to outside, it slams open from the other side, and I'm knocked back onto my ass.
“Oh shit, I'm sorry!” A male's voice echoes through the stairwell.
I look up at the guy, but I've never seen him before. He takes hold of my arm and lifts me as though I weigh nothing, “Damn, are you a football player or something?”
