I lean in closer, watching Myers. Something about him is different all right. What though, I’m not sure.
“The Blue bloods of Westbrook are a broken bunch. Their entire system is flawed. They have no power amongst them. We have been seeing this since that girl came back.”
“Destroy that girl too!” Another guy shouts.
“Yeah!”
I stand up so fast from my crouched position and I’m about to walk over there and murder someone this very night for ever daring to think of causing harm to my girl but before I can move, Spider and Emmett have each of my arms in their grip. They don’t say anything but I can see the urgency to have me calm down in their eyes.
Fuck this shit!
“Brothers, brothers.” I watch as Myers raises his hands like a fucking dictator, orating bullshit upon bullshit to his equally retarded followers.
“If we do our work and we do it well, we won’t have to do anything to her. She will destroy herself. I hear she was in a mental institution all this time and they tried to hide it. So the girl is already. . . crazy.” He says with a laugh and they all join in like fucking chipmunks.
I try to shake Emmett and Spider’s hold off of me but they only tighten their grip, silently warning me to calm the hell down.
“What we need to do tonight, is to establish our plan of action.” Myers continues without missing a beat.
“And what will that be?”
Yeah, what will that be asshole. Lay it out and watch me blow it all to her with your ass on it.
“To destroy the Blue Boys of course And everything they hold dear.” Myers responds with jest in his voice as if he is speaking to an army of soldiers that will do his bidding for him.
“Tell us!”
“We have to wait, we are not working alone.” He says.
“Urgh, please don’t tell me we are still going to work with that Brittney bitch from your school. That girl is too desperate for those boys.” One guy says and I turn to look at Emmett.
Brittney Allory is working with Myers? On destroying us.
Could it be that she is after Astraea?
“That might be so, but we have our instructions. And be careful what you say around her. We might just find you dead in the morning.” Myers announces and they all grow deathly still, as if a chill just moved through them.
Wait, that means. . .
“But we have to be careful and never underestimate the mighty Blue Boys.” Myers shouts now, raising a beer to the sky.
“But we better deliver what we promised we would.” He says and they are all silent, riveted and eating the shit this asshole is spewing like a bad case of diarrhea.
“If we don’t Brothers, we are all in grave danger because The Phoenix Corps does not take failures.”
“What the fuck?” Noah explodes as they all cheer, his voice drowned out.
“Did they just say what I think they said?”
They did.
These assholes are recruits for the fucking Phoenix Corps.
And Brittney’s father is in that damn underground, secret society or whatever the hell they are.
Fucking hell.
♥
“Fuck, fucking fuck!” Noah explodes. Again.
We are at the Brooke House and Noah is pacing the hell out of the living room, he’s been at it since we came here an hour ago.
“Did you hear that shit?” He questions, now looking at us again. If agitation had a face, it would be him and if anger was human, then Emmett would be it exactly.
“Yes, now calm the hell down.” Emmett answers, his face also contorted in a fury but as always, he’s trying to be the voice of reason, with the help of a bottle of Jack of course.
“This can’t seriously be happening.” Noah says.
“Are you really surprised though?” I question, my body so tense, it’s impossible to move without cracking my neck or feeling the need to go back out there and mess up that sonofabitch.
“No, but I wasn’t expecting them to say that. They killed George!”
“With the help of whoever has been sending us threat after threat.” Emmett says.
“And watching Astraea! There is no way we can forget that!” Noah bursts.
There is no way either one of us can forget that even if we tried.
We just watched the video we made from tonight over and over again but each time I watch it, each time I hear Myer’s voice, the ire in me expands and grows until I start twitching.
If Spider wasn’t already watching me, expecting me to do what I’m desperately craving to do, I would have gone to Myer right this fucking hour and make him choke on his dick.
“What does this all mean then? We need to sort this out because I don’t know about you mofos, but it feels like a timer has been set to a bomb and we’re only now just catching up.” Noah says, still pacing. “I can’t fucking shake this feeling of. . .of. . .”
“Doom.” I mumble quietly.
“Yes! I know you fucking feel it. I don’t know where the fuck you go off to every other time you need to blow off some steam but you need to fucking come down to reality and smell the damn roses.” Noah goes on, letting it all out and we let him.
If Noah doesn’t vent right here and now, we won’t have a chance in hell to reel him in before he does something crazy. Something like blow our damn cover by doing what I’m restraining myself from doing.
Killing Myers.
“We need to sort all this out. As much as hearing all that messed up shit was torture, we learned a lot.” Emmett starts.
“Lay it out. What do we know?” I question, arms folded, running my hand through my fucking hair as I smoke a blunt, trying to calm the hell down.
“Myers is aiming to be recruited by the Phoenix Corps.” Noah starts. “That’s fucking peachy.”
“That bitch Brittney Allory’s father is in the damn thing, conveniently.” I grit out.
“Right, a man we have never seen. Who, after all these years has remained anonymous.” Emmett says. “How he does it though, is anyone’s guess.”
“So am I the only one seeing this.” Noah starts, now facing Emmett and I. “If the asshole who killed George was working with Myers, is the same one who probably messed up Astraea. . .”
The entire room grows tense and silent as palpable anger grows and expands. We look at each other back and forth until Emmett is too agitated to sit still. He gets up and starts pacing, passing the bottle to Noah who takes it and chugs almost half the damn bottle, without stopping for shit.
“Then whoever Myers contact is, he’s in the damn Phoenix Corps.” I finish, connecting the dots.
“And there is a possibility that it could be Brittney’s father.” Emmett says, watching me.
“We need to find the motherfucker.” I grit out, my gaze locked onto my brother.
“Yes, but that will probably be the most difficult task. We tried it before, but fucking Brittney is closed down like a whore on Sunday morning.” Noah huffs, as he starts pacing again, too agitated to stay still.
I puff the blunt, the smoke now all over the room but neither one of us gives a damn.
“We need to find out what she’s planning.” I say, feeling my insides about to protest as a plan begins forming in my head.
“Myers is probably laying low somewhere. I’m sure by now his dumbass knows that we know he’s out.” Emmett says, taking out his phone, typing something.
“First, we need to make sure we get those DNA results.” Noah chimes in. “I got Astraea’s hair when I snuck up to her room.”
“Yeah.” I mumble.
“I’ll call and make sure the speed up the test.” Emmett says.
But my thoughts all go to the beautiful girl that makes my heart pound. Astraea cutting her hair was a major sign that everything is getting to her.
The stress.
The anger.
The danger.
The secrets.
But the gag is, it’s not even over yet. This is
just the beginning.
“We made a fucking promise to George to keep that girl safe but it seems like she’s slipping between our fingers even right now.” Noah groans. “And I don’t want to fucking hear your ridiculous, narcissistic, jealous sociopath bullshit right now.” He points at Emmett and I as he says that. “This isn’t about you, it’s about her.”
Emmett and I stare at each other for a cold, cold second.
I can feel the groaning and moaning of the earth beneath my feet, as if threatening to make me unleash all kinds of hell on my best friend for even thinking he could have a chance with my girl.
But even now as I looks at Emmett, I already know that it’s not over. Not by a long shot. I don’t know what his fucking problem is, but he has always known, even when he was fully in love with Astraea, that she was mine. If he thinks he can have her, then he’s probably ready to rot in hell.
“He’s right.” Emmett says, watching me.
“Hell yeah, I’m always right!” Noah says, raising the bottle in the air as if to give a toast. This fool.
Restless energy loosens my limbs and tightens them just as quickly. I haven’t seen Star in hours but I know she’s still awake in her room and all I want to do right now is to see her. Kiss her. Fuck her. Get lost in her.
But first, how to keep her safe. . .
“So how do you propose we deal with all of this?” Noah questions, getting up to get another drink. The thing about Noah is that, when things get tough, he falls onto alcohol and pussy. I have no idea if he has started drugs yet but I won’t be surprised if he does them soon. Needless to say, one day it’s all going to blow up in his joker face.
“We need to make a sweep of that girl’s home. Again. From top to bottom this time.” Emmett says.
“I agree. There should be something in there that will lead us to Daddy dearest.” I grit out.
“He obviously doesn’t live with Brittney and her whore of a mother.” Noah bites out, his words filled with hate.
“But what I want to know is why she herself is working with Myers to bring us down.” Emmett says. “Because we all know she wants to take out Astraea.”
“I never liked her, right from the start!” Noah grumbles. “She’s like a parasite, all hung up on Alexander King.” He says mockingly, taking another bottle of Jack, now passing it to Emmett. “I mean, she drugged Astraea, setting her up to get. . .FUCK!”
I tense as he explodes, thinking of the night I found her. My fists clench, a murderous feeling is in the pit of my fucking stomach and I’m thirsty for blood. His blood.
“We all know what she wants.” Emmett growls. “Or who she wants.”
I can feel both their eyes on my back. I know what they are both thinking but I don’t fucking care.
“I can’t be held responsible for her crazy.” I seethe, wanting so badly to make her pay but also find a way to respect my girl’s wishes of wanting to deal with fucking Brittney herself.
“Astraea wants to deal with Brittney on her own terms.” I tell them and Noah blows out a breath.
“I love that girl with everything I have, but she’s kinda out-matched here.” He says.
“But she’ll feel robbed of vengeance if we don’t respect that.” Emmett says, echoing my thoughts.
“But the thing is, this shit has grown much bigger than we thought.” I say, thinking over everything. Everything we thought we knew, wasn’t even half the truth. The picture is much bigger, even more gorier, deeper and messier than ever before.
The potential of Astraea getting hurt again, is greater than I thought. Hell, I wasn’t hoping she wouldn’t but I can just about taste a lot of collateral damage headed our way.
Someone’s phone rings just then and Emmett answers it.
“It's Spider.”
“Put it on speaker.” I mumble, still going over the shit in my head. A plan is forming that I can’t ignore but the thing about it is that, it has major potential to go sideways. But most of all, no one will like it.
Which means I have to do it myself.
“Yo.” Noah hollers. “Can I go after him now?”
“Not if you want your ass in jail, asshole.” Spider says over the phone with a chuckle that quickly dies. I’m suddenly on high alert.
“What did you find?” I question, walking closer to the phone, accepting the bottle of Jack from Emmett as Spider begins talking.
“Yeah, I just followed Myers back to his house and well, you won’t believe this shit. “
“What? Happened?” I demand, everything in me coiled tight and deep.
“He didn’t actually go to his house, where his shithead of a father rapes and molests the mother. I got evidence of that to get his ass fired by the way, if you want it but shithead went out to buy a gun, and then you won’t believe where he is now..”
Emmett and I lock gazes right then as Noah stands up. I quickly grab my car keys without even thinking about it.
“Where?” Noah demands.
“Right outside your gates, in the shadows of course, but my guess is, he’s going to wait for one of you or hell, all of you to come out.”
Holy fuck.
Think fast.
“Talk about obsessed.” Noah says.
“Yeah but is Astraea inside the gates? Is she in her house right now?” Spider questions.
“Yeah. . .” Noah says.
“Well there’s that too.” Spider says.
Without even staying to hear what else he says, I start walking towards the fucking door, ready to drive out there and end Myers when Spider’s voice stops me.
“I don’t think it’s wise for you to startle him. Call your guys at the gates, have them run him off and then we follow behind him. I have a tag on his car and have been watching him for days, he leaves state lines and goes somewhere.”
“We need to follow him then.” Noah says.
“I thought you might say that but one of you needs to stay and watch over your girl.”
Emmett and I don’t even think or talk. Our gazes immediately fall on Noah.
“Seriously?” He huffs, throwing his hands up. “Why do I miss out on all the fun?”
“Seriously playboy.” Emmett says, ruffling his head. “Besides, you’re almost drunk.”
“Whatever man.” He says, sitting back down with a frown.
“And don’t fucking tell her anything.” I warn, watching him as he raises his middle finger my way with a smile on his face.
Well then, that’s settled.
After my long conversation with Christina and leaving her house, my mind racing with thoughts and scenarios, I finally looked at myself in the mirror and shit, Noah was being kind.
I look like a hot mess.
I took a selfie and sent it to Kim who immediately came over to fix my mess of hair because apparently, I looked like I had a homeless person give me the haircut.
I corrected her in saying not all homeless people are stupid or redundant and she revealed another truth that afternoon, too heavy for the hair trimming and styling that was happening in my room.
“Yeah, but there’s something about being homeless that changes your life. It hardens a person.”
I knew better than to ask if she had ever experienced being homeless. It was obvious from the way her voice hardened and the way a shiver violently moved through her, extending to me.
I kept quiet because we were both suffering that weekend. We both had our own demons, and thinking or talking about the boys just wasn’t possible because we would both get worried.
We already had too much on our minds to factor in the danger they might have been meddling in.
So, she styled my hair, trimming it until it looks like a stunning, sexy bob. She curled the tresses at my temple, making it look like it has volume and character.
“You came with hair dye?” I question her incredulously.
“Girl, your hair looks so flat, it’s literally begging for life and color. And maybe some highlights to bring out those
eyes.” She muses, with a thoughtful gaze like she is deliberating over a life or death sentence. For my damn hair.
“Besides, it’s Fall now, and I think it’s your season to glow.” She shrugs, watching me through the mirror.
My season huh? Does that include the dread that I feel in me and around me?
Kim dyed my hair, and she told me all about her dream to major in fashion, styling and creativity. She wants to go to Paris one day, to be inspired and live the dream.
At least that makes one of us. Kim had dreams of France and that makes me smile and sad at the same time.
What are my dreams? What are my goals? What do I want to do with this messed up life?
“Don’t over think it, it will come to you. Just allow yourself to feel it.” Kim says with a knowing glint in her eyes, staring at me through the mirror.
“I think I’m not so in touch with my feelings anymore.” I say, looking down at my fingers, breaking gaze with her.
“Or you just don’t want to feel. Which is fine for now. But sooner or later, you’ll have to face yourself.” She says, pressing down on my shoulders.
“Okay, I’m done!” She sings and I look up and into the mirror and WOW.
“Kim. . .” I gasp as I look at myself in the mirror.
“You look like a fucking wet dream. I’d do you in a heartbeat.” She smiles, giving me a knowing look that says you’re about to be a shameless heartbreaker.
So long as I wasn’t a shameless bed warmer like my mother. . .
“Bitch, shut up. You’re a miracle worker.”
“Whoa, whoa. I wasn’t going to let you embarrass me. Can you imagine me, lovely me, walking beside a pariah who looks like she got her haircut from a lawn mower.” She bursts out laughing then.
“I think you’re hanging out with Noah a little too much.” I say, looking at her with a smirk of my own but she doesn’t meet my gaze.
Secrets much?
“Should we retouch your roots?” I question her. I knew Kim’s hair wasn’t naturally dark, her blonde roots were now showing but her reaction was strange.
She jumped up like she was just electrocuted, her hands flying to her hair like she wants to hide her blonde roots. Then I watch in curiosity as she runs to the well-lit mirrors in my bathroom to inspect her roots and the next thing I know, she gives me a hurried goodbye, promising to catch up at school tomorrow.
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