Page 9 of Heirs of Havoc

“There’s our Little Mouse.” Lev’s blue eyes shine, a smirk coming to his face as everything comes crashing back.

The car chase.

The church.

Lucie and Milo.

It makes my head pound. The leather and metal interior of my surroundings tell me I’m back in that same car that almost killed me. Trying to sit up isn’t easy with my body weak. What the fuck do they keep giving me?

Groaning, my nipples ache as a tingle shoots between my thighs.

Why was I so stupid to let them do that to me?

“Don’t look so scared.” Lev glances out his window and I follow his gaze as the engine stops. I’m back on familiar ground. Saint Angels Academy.

We’re in one of the many school parking lots, lush green grass and trees lining the perimeter. I hope it’s enough to hide who I’m with. I don’t want anyone asking questions. Saint Angels Academy is a far cry from the universities back in the concrete jungle. It’s like Yale, Stanford or Cornell. Prestigious with groomed surroundings to match. There’s only one exception, this school is ten times more strict.

Wait—if we’re back on campus, does that mean they're letting me go?

“This doesn’t mean you’ve seen the last of us, Merlo." Vlad reads my mind, his deep voice pulling me to his scowling face. Like his brother, he styles his short brown hair spiky at the front. A warning. They bite. “Mark my goddamn words.”

Two strong tattooed hands come to my side before I’m on Lev’s lap. His jolly grin greets me as his lips move close to mine. My chest pounds, his ripped, tattooed arms wrapping around me. “See you around, M&M.” His teeth sink into my lip and I hate when I sigh. Then he pushes me out of the car.

My sneakers stumble onto the concrete, my arms out as I try to steady my balance. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to push the queasiness out of my stomach, but when I open them, the world around me isn’t any clearer. Turning towards the car, the door slams. Lev's eyes drop to my chest and when I follow his gaze… fuck.

“What did you do with my clothes?” When did they change me out of my jogging gear? My dorm is on the other side of campus and there’s no way I’m walking all the way there in this. A black leather thong and bra combo aren’t what I wore when they picked me up. My crotch hangs out, and so do my tits. While I’m not self-conscious about my small chest, this strappy bra makes them look enormous. “Guys, I need my—”

“It’s a shame we have to let you go,” Lev grins at his comment. “For now.” His eyes rake over me and I can only imagine the damage his cock does to his jeans.

Why am I thinking about that?

“If you spill anything,” Lev continues. “We’ll tell everyone who the fuck you really are, Mia Merlo.”

My brows lower. Trying to outrun my past was stupid. It’s only caught up to me and if the rest of the school finds out who I am, my haven will disappear.

Lev’s grin grows like he’s reading my mind, Vlad’s eyes piercing into my skin. Two sets of the deadliest blues I’ve ever seen. Eyes that tell me they own me now, and they know it.

My brain scrambles for leverage. Something. Anything. But I’m all out of ammo. All out of strength. So all I can do is plead. “Guys, c’mon, wait—”

Screech!

Big tires kick up dust as the blue and white car speeds out of the lot. My hands come to my shoulders, my knees pressing together as I look around, but it’s too late. Those trees aren’t enough to hide this disaster.

Students stare as I stand in the middle of the parking lot in nothing but this get-up fit for a porno. It’s hard not to stand out. While this is a university, everyone here wears uniforms. White, red and gold. Told you, it's strict. The closest thing to exposed skin I’ve seen is a couple of girls being bold enough to hike their kilts. So I’m not surprised when the gasps and whispers begin.

“Is that Mia Marshall?”

“Woah, is she a prostitute?”

“Oh, my word. What is she doing?”

There are two things I can do at this moment. One, I can tell the blurry figures around me what happened. Two men kidnapped and tortured me. Even if I don’t tell them I liked it, that’ll risk my chances here. If I know anything about the Reznikov twins, they keep their promises. Two, I can hold my head high and act like I belong here.

Let's go with two.

Tilting my chin to the sky, it's hard to ignore the growing crowd as I move toward the dorms. I’m begging my sneakers to move faster, but it’s hard not to stumble or sway. Whatever concoction they gave me hit hard.

“Is she drunk?”

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