Page 123 of Raise Hell

She catches sight of me and marches straight over. “I need to talk to you.”

Nolan lets out a low whistle. “Already moved on to the next one. Nice!”

I remind myself that no one knows Felicia is my sister before I literally kill him.

With a grimace, I hustle her up the stairs and to my room, then slam the door behind us. The guys are going to talk about what we might be doing alone up here, but that can’t be helped at this point.

As soon as the door closes, Felicia lets me have it.

“Why the hell would you do that to Olivia?”

“I didn’t do anything,” I reply, knowing I sound defensive. “That video wasn’t my idea.”

She glares at me, obviously unconvinced of my innocence. “But you still knew something was going to happen. I could see it on your face.”

“What do you want from me, Felicia?”

“The truth.” Her voice breaks. “Olivia is my friend. Why would you do this to her?”

“She isn’t your friend. I’d bet my inheritance that she only ever talked to you in the first place because she was trying to get to me.” I’m expecting it when she slaps me across the face, but it still hurts. I massage out the sting in my jaw, fighting to keep my temper under control. “I’m doing you a favor, believe me. That girl is a liar.”

Olivia has to be a liar. It was a lie when she pretended to be a virgin. And it was a lie when she pretended to have amnesia. She has been lying from the moment she got back to St. Bart’s.

No one should be able to bounce back from what I saw.

Maybe she even pretended to be hurt that night. Used ketchup to mimic blood and painted bruises on her face with makeup.

The girl in that video was willing, maybe she just wanted to frame Havoc House after the seniors kicked her out with a sore pussy that night.

I don’t have any idea what game she was playing by coming back here, but it’s over now.

“You’re the liar,” Felicia snaps. “All you do is pretend to be someone you’re not. Isn’t that why your friends think we’re up here hooking up, because they don’t know your my brother?”

I shush her as I step away from the door, remembering what Nolan said about the walls being thin. “That isn’t the same, and you know it. If you had any idea what’s going on, then you wouldn’t be in here yelling at me. Olivia got exactly what she deserves.”

Felicia studies me for a long moment. “And here I was thinking you couldn’t love anyone who isn’t family.”

“I can’t,” I snort. “I only put up with you because we popped out of the same womb.”

“Now, who’s the liar? You only ever get angry like this at people you care about. Don’t forget that I was the one who comforted you every single time you’d cry after talking to the father who never wanted you. I was there when you said goodbye to Mamma that last time. You can pretend that tough exterior is the real you with everyone else, but not with me. You like Olivia. Maybe even love her. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be this pissed off at her.”

Felicia is wrong.

She has to be.

I lean back against the door with my arms crossed over my chest. “You’re about thirty seconds from me throwing your ass out of here. Get to the point.”

“I’ve known something was up with you from the very beginning. You don’t have to tell me about any of the Havoc House bullshit, but I know you’re not doing this because you want to. You’re not fooling me.”

“What do you want, Felicia?”

“You need to make this right. I don’t want Olivia to leave.”

The anguish in my sister’s voice is definitely real. I’m not an idiot — I know it’s been a struggle for her to make friends here.

“You’re here for an education, not to make friends.”

She glares at me. “And it doesn’t matter if I’m miserable as long as you think it’s worth it, right? Even if it means I spend all my time alone.”

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