Page 6 of Heirs of Havoc

“Oh, thank fuck.” Lev’s voice sounds from somewhere near me. “I thought she was a goner.” The last thing I remember is my head on his lap, his hard shaft pushing against my head and now … Wait. Am I having a nightmare? Sleep paralysis?

Why can’t I move?

Who the fuck are these people?

Squinting brings pain to my head as a pair of Docs and Mary-Janes come into view on the concrete floor in front of me. When I try to scream, it comes out a muffled mess. Something sits in my mouth and when I try to spit it out, it’s no use. It’s like ... a ball of rope.

Am I gagged?

“This isn’t fuckin’ funny.” That’s a voice I recognize, the pair of black boots stepping closer. Trying to back away gets me nothing but the feeling of hard rope pressing into me. “Do you know who that is?”

“Sure do.” Vlad’s voice comes next and either I’m stuck in this nightmare or …

My eyes widen as everything comes back in one whoosh. The car chase. The twins. Their hands on me. Their hard bodies pressed on mine.

“Then you also know you two just started a war.”

“There’s no war, ‘Cuz. You know all about debt.” To confirm I am indeed in hell, Vlad’s chiselled face comes into view.

Those dark blues roam my body, the sadistic grin on his face making my heart pump. My flight response hits me in the chest, but trying to move only makes me feel like a worm. Prey for these vultures. His eyes pierce into my skin, drowning me in them as his hand comes to his crotch.

“As far as I know, this one’s all ours.” He chuckles the more I wiggle, a chill over my body.

It’s not only the company that makes me shudder as my eyes gaze around the room. A dark, cold basement with brick walls. The concrete floor scratches against my body and the red lights around the space don’t make me feel any safer.

“You know that, don’t you?” Vlad’s hand comes to my throat, my eyes moving back to his. “Just like you always were.”

A clap sounds around the room before a girl’s voice fills the space. “Can you guys give us a minute?” It’s more of a demand than a question, the authority in her voice causing shuffles around the space. Looking up, the girl in the Mary-Janes pairs them with beige slacks and a white blouse. Heavy on the dark academia. And while she’s smaller than the surrounding guys, it doesn’t stop everyone from listening to her demands.

Where have I heard that voice before?

The guy in the Docs raises his voice. “You heard Lozano, let’s go!”

Wait … Lucie Lozano? Pastor Lozano? The first female leader of the town mega-church.

“So, we’re not having a party?” Lev’s voice comes from behind me.

“Is this your way of partying?” the man next to Lucie asks. And now I know the man wearing the Docs is no other than Milo Murphy. Milo and Lucie have the town at their feet. They’re the cool, youthful leaders of the main point of Clementine. Clearly, that’s not all they are. What are they doing with Vlad and Lev?

And where the fuck am I?

“Kinda?” Lev responds.

Thud!

No ... Was that the door?

“What the fuck are you guys—” Milo peers down at me, his attire as black as his boots. His shaggy hair makes him look as young as the students on campus but there’s a darkness to him that’s deeper than the bags under those emerald eyes. He tilts his head towards the far side of the room before a black boot steps over me. Lev’s. They move to a far corner, but the acoustics in this space don’t help to hide their voices. “What the fuck are you guys thinkin’?”

“You're gonna get us into some real trouble,” Lucie follows. “What are you doing with the daughter of Martin Merlo?” So she knows who I am too. “I swear if his guys…” Her voice trails off before she gets quieter. “If your mother—”

“She’s a long-awaited target.” Vlad looks over his broad shoulder, and while that shouldn’t comfort me, it does. For one, I’m not dead. Two, at least I know the devil and it seems the other two don’t want me dead either. “And something tells me she’s alone.”

Lev looks over his shoulder next. “All for us.”

“What are you guys planning to do?” Lucie glances my way. The dominance in her should make me uneasy, but there’s a softness in her eyes. Pity. “Now she knows who I am. Who we are. Your mom will hit the fucking ceiling if she finds out.”

“Then she won’t.” Vlad turns back to his conversation as my eyes wander around the room.

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