Page 44 of Heirs of Havoc

Lev smiles, that dimple showing before he stands. “I’ll wait right here.” He leans against the door in his slacks, but unlike Dom, he turns his back to me.

At least someone cares about my privacy.

The same guy that tortured you in the church basement.

Pushing the thought aside, I scarf down breakfast before changing into my uniform. One with the buttons in place and the pleats in the kilt ironed. After waiting, Lev lets me ride shotgun in their muscle car for the first time, taking the backseat as Vlad mans the wheel. I’m more interested in fixing my face in the mirror.

I look horrible, like the before photo in one of those magazines. My frizzy strands match the dark circles under my eyes, and my skin looks drier than before, making me look gaunt and tired.

Vlad flips the mirror up. “You’re fine.”

I’m far from fine.

Leaning back in my seat, I cross my arms, staring at Clementine passing by. Sprawling green grass, charming homes, and flower gardens.

Just drop out.

Is it worth it staying here? Is there somewhere else that’s better?

My mind stays on my next move on the short drive to school. When we get there, I’m convinced to head to McQueen’s office and rescind my acceptance. But the school has other plans.

“There she is!”

“What a heathen.”

“Can’t believe she showed up.”

Looking around, everyone has their eyes on me again. “What the hell is everyone looking at?” I ask Lev on one side. Vlad, on the other, he passes a student gawking at his phone. He grabs before muttering, “Shit.”

Lev leans over me, peering into the phone, blocking the view. “Shit, indeed.”

Pushing their heads aside so I can see, my steps come to a stop. “No.” Grabbing the phone, I blink at the screen.

It’s a photo of William kissing me and thanks to Dom’s vibrator and him knowing how I like it, it looks like I’m enjoying it.

“Hey, Mia, can we talk?” I haven’t begun processing what’s happening before a familiar voice comes from behind me.

Turning around, Nicholas approaches me, a concerned look on his face. At least it looks like concern.

“Back the hell up, playboy,” Lev holds out a hand, stopping Nicholas in his path.

“I just wanna—”

“Die?” Vlad takes a step forward, his SAA shirt unbuttoned to his threatening muscles. “Because if that’s the case, I can arrange that.”

“Really?” My head whips between them. “Now’s not the time for petty jealousy.”

“It’s far from jealousy, M&M,” Lev sneers. Nicholas looks between them, then at me, but I’ve got bigger fish to fry than a few men using me as their pee-post.

“Nicholas! Get away from her!” Eve’s voice pushes through the crowd in front of me. Her scowl turns to a smug smile when she gets to where we stand in the middle of the hall in the main building. “You wait until the dean gets his hands on this photo. You’re done here, Mia Marshall.”

Nicholas shakes his head, walking away as if he’s too chill for this messy conversation. Vlad’s shoulders fall. Protectant or jealous? I can’t tell.

“Hey there, Eve,” Lev has that flirty voice on and… really? He just told Nicholas to kick rocks and here he is turning it on for Eve? “Looking for your Adam?”

She stammers before her eyes fall back on me. My brows knit. Did I miss something? “Good luck getting out of this one, Marshall.”

“Good luck getting Nicholas to do the ungodly things you like, DuBois,” Lev fires back.

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