Page 132 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Relax, it’s only some school kids,” I say, watching the small group of boys jostle each other as they head towards the lower school building.

“We should probably go back inside,” he says.

“Yeah, we should.”

The air crackles between us. A veritable live wire ready to combust.

“Elliot,” I breathe, my skin heating at the hunger in his eyes.

“Yeah, I know…” He exhales a steady breath, trying to compose himself. “Later,” he says.

“Later.” I nod.

Already counting the hours.

But our plans for later are ruined when we arrive at the Chapel after school.

“What happened?” Elliot asks a somber looking Oakley.

“It arrived special delivery an hour ago.” He hands Elliot the A4 white envelope.

Elliot stares at it for a second and then tears into it, pulling out the thick pile of papers. He moves away from my side and a pang of dejection goes through me.

I know this is his burden to bear and that he’ll come to me when he’s ready. But it still hurts.

“What does it say?” Oakley asks, watching the boy I love with concern.

Elliot scans page after page before throwing them on the breakfast island and running a hand down his face.

“El—”

I startle as Elliot grabs the glass and hurls it against the wall, the thing shattering into a hundred pieces.

“That bad?” Oakley goes to him, but Elliot storms out of the Chapel, the door slamming behind him.

He picks up the letter and lets out a low whistle. “He did it. That motherfucker really did it.”

“Should I go after him?” I ask, tears sliding down my cheeks as my gaze lingers on the door.

“Nah, let him cool off. I’ll give the boys a heads up and message Tally to come stay with you.”

“I feel so useless,” I whisper, wrapping an arm around myself.

“You’ve been his rock, Abs. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. What you did for him, laying yourself bare like that… It was fucking epic. But men like Johnathon Eaton have a way of getting into your psyche. Elliot knows his old man is an arsehole of gigantic proportions but it’s still his dad. It’s still his family. That shit takes time to come to terms with.

“You stay here, and I’ll go find him, okay?” I nod, and he offers me a warm smile. “We’ve got this. Between you and me and the boys, we’ll get him through this. I promise.”

“People are wrong about you, you know.” His brows furrow and I explain. “They think you’re all just spoiled, entitled, rich boys. But you’re so much more than that.”

“We’re not angels either, Abs.”

“No, you’re not. But you’re family and that means something, Oakley.”

He gives me a small nod. “I’ll find him and bring him back to you.”

“Thank you.”

“No,” he says. “Thank you. You saved Elliot from himself, Abs. You did that.”

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