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I didn’t want to be here, yet I refused to be a prisoner, as well. So I spent the day watching for Damon, waiting for the moment he cornered me like the piece of shit he was, and held my fucking head high as I walked to the last class for the day.
That’s right…fuck you, Damon.
I stepped up to the doorway and scanned those who’d already taken their seats, then exhaled with relief. The last damn class. Maybe he’d finally gotten the hint? Maybe for now he was going to leave me alone? I stepped inside and took my seat, catching a smile from one of the Mafia guys sitting five seats away…Kilpatrick.
“Hey.” He shifted, then rose and came closer.
My pulse sped with the movement, but I kept that mask firmly fixed. “Hey yourself.”
“You’re Katerina, right?”
“Kat,” I corrected, hating the way I squirmed at the sound of my full name.
No one used that…not unless.
“Alexi Kilpatrick.” He reached out a hand.
I paused for a second, my mind racing with what all the implications of getting closer to another Mafia Prince might be and realized that it was probably worse having one as an enemy. I took his hand and forced a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
He flopped down in the seat next to me and for a second, my heart fluttered in panic, until I realized he was my perfect fail-safe. I glanced at the open doors. If Damon was to walk through, there was no way he’d sit next to me now, no way he’d come near me. That turned my fake smile into something real.
“Having a good time…you know, at the institute?” he asked as he followed my gaze to the door.
“Sure,” I lilted, and met his gaze.
He was wirier than Lazarus, with hard muscles under that white shirt. Long, dirty blond hair and the most intense blue-green eyes I’d ever seen made me shift uncomfortably in my seat.
“Yeah, that’s good. ‘Cause your daddy paid a helluva lot of money for you to be here, right? So it’d better be worth it,” he muttered, leaning back in his seat.
“Yeah, sure.” I said, not really knowing where the conversation was going.
“So, I’ve seen you with Lazarus lately,” he started.
Oh, so that’s where.“Yeah?”
“You know he's bad news, right?” Kilpatrick set that steely glare to mine. “Short temper, and I hear he also comes up short in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his pinky finger at me.
My face burned as I looked away. For some reason, anger burned inside me. “You sound jealous as fuck, Kilpatrick,” I retorted, and cut him a smirk. “And for the record, seeing as how you know I’ve been ’spending time’ with Lazarus, you’ll be happy to know that hasn't been my experience at all.”
I rose from my seat. Fuck him and fuck this class.
He just glared as I stepped sideways, moving along the seats, and headed for the door. Sniggers came from behind me, but I was pretty sure they were aimed at him.
“Nice one, Kilpatrick.,” someone called as I hit the door.
I stepped through it, not even watching where I was going, and slammed straight into someone. I hit hard, stumbling to the side. “Shit…sorry.” The words were a rush as I lifted my gaze, to the leggy fucking bitch who liked to bully my friends.“You?”
Anger seethed inside me as the bitch just widened her eyes and threw a panicked gaze to the open door of the classroom. “Oh shit…” she muttered. “I was just…”
I took a step toward her, unable to stop that burn.
Panic and fear crossed her face and mixed with desperation, making a dangerous combination.
“I w-was coming to find you,” she stuttered.
The last time I'd seen this bitch, she was panicked in a bathroom as I pressed a pair of sharpened clippers to her neck and threatened her damn life. “Yeah?” I urged, my lips curling.
“I wanted to apologize.”
