Page 64 of Puck Princess

Spencer smirks and lets out a gritty laugh. “That’s rich. Speaking of rich, things are about to change around here, sweetheart. And your daddy won’t be able to do a damn thing about it.”

I drag Kennedy another foot back. “Let's go.”

“What do you even know? You’re new here,” she goes on.

“I know enough to know you should shut your damn mouth before I shut it for you.”

“Spencer!” I snap, and I am almost surprised at my own bravery. I shove Spencer back another step and then turn on Kennedy. “Leave it alone. Both of you, knock it off. Kennedy, what are you even doing here?”

“I am defending you,” she spits. “Because you won’t do it yourself.”

Spencer laughs again. “You have to have your cousin fight your battles.”

Kennedy stretches onto her toes, practically climbing over me to get to Spencer. “You better get someone to fight yours, Santos. Because Callie might be afraid to expose you for the rodent you are, but I’m not.”

Spencer takes a step closer to both of us, a fire in his eyes I know too well. His voice lowers to a threat, making me shudder. “If anyone is doing any exposing, it’ll be. Shut your fucking mouth or I’ll exposeyou.”

I almost laugh. “What could you possibly have on Kennedy to use against her?”

The woman has no shame and no secrets.

But when I turn to look at her, her face is pale. She shakes her head softly. “Callie… Don’t.”

“Oh.” Spencer is grinning now as he pulls out his phone. “So you don’t want this to get out?”

“Kennedy, what is he talking about?”

She yanks on my arm, suddenly trying to flee when I couldn’t get her to budge a second ago. “Let’s get out of here.”

But before she can drag me away, I see the video flickering on Spencer’s phone.

It’s Kennedy and Spencer.

In a hotel room…

I look over at Kennedy, and the look in her eyes is sheer horror. “You… You filmed it?”

Spencer runs his tongue along his teeth before shoving his phone back in his pockets. “Learn your place, bitch. Or I’ll leak your slutty ass all over social media and claim it was you that recorded it, not me.”

“No one will believe you!” Her jaw quivers.

“A desperate social climber trying to extort her father’s players?” He shrugs, beyond pleased with himself. “Is that a chance you want to take?”

The two seconds of the video I saw is replaying in my mind. Kennedy on the bed, Spencer crawling towards her.

I can’t let myself think about what happened next, but with the goosebumps racing down my arms, I think I already know.

Kennedy is frozen in horror when I grab her hand and tug her towards the building, leaving Spencer behind.

Neither of us says a word until we’re in my office, the door locked.

Then, finally, Kennedy breaks down.

She presses her back to the wall and slides to the floor, her knees bent against her chest.

I feel bad for her. But also?—

“What in the actual fuck, Kenny?”

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