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“Indeed, you’re lucky. This was us going easy on you,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders.

Moving my gaze away from his fucking chest, which ripples as he does so, I say to the wall, “Why?”

“You know why. If you step out of line, it will only get worse. Keep your mouth shut, and it will all blow over.”

A laugh escapes me, and I turn back to his gaze, his icy blue eyes on mine, as I sneer, “You rang the dinner bell. You think that bitch is going to let up? You’ve seriously underestimated your opponents.”

“Opponents?” he asks.

“Yes,opponents. I don’t give a fuck about whatever that was the other night, and I’d have never said a damn word. Right or wrong,” I say, waving my arm around, “I’m no snitch, but you just took it next level, and I’m no fucking wilting flower.”

“Is that so?” Ramsay says.

Smiling, I turn away to grace the other two with my amusement. Diem meets my stare with his brows creased over his nose before looking away. Oliver’s head pops up and we lock eyes, but where Diem was grim, he has no such qualms, his give-no-shits expression remaining.

I assess them both, slowly, looking them up and down, before turning back to Ramsay, the supposed ringleader of this little group.

With a single step forward, I say, through a throat thick with rage, “You drugged me, took disgusting pictures of my body while I was passed out, and spread them around the whole school. You’re lucky I’m not a fucking snitch. But know this, no fucking rich bitch asshole and his lackeys will ever take advantage of me.”

Ramsay’s brow twitches before his eyes light with fire and he purrs, “I look forward to it but remember little Willow. We won't be so nice the next time around.”

“Nice?” I snort, “You think you’re any better than a fucking creeper? At least those assholes are honest in their disgusting shit. You all are fucking scum.”

“Creeper? How quaint,” Ramsay says drolly.

“Yeah, well, what do you call drugging a defenseless girl and taking nudie pics? Shit, for all I know you sampled the goods while you were at it.”

Diem growls behind me, but I ignore him because I’ve already made the first shot, implying Ramsay is in charge.

Now, I've hit Diem where it hurts. It didn’t escape me that he was looking me over earlier to ensure I was unharmed. How he can honestly think his actions are any better than a fucking weirdo, I’ve no clue, but I’ve just disabused him of that notion, and if I’m right, it’ll fucking eat at him.

Ramsay’s eyes grow icy once more, the challenge fading as he looks me over with new respect. That’s right, dick, I’m nobody’s fucking fool.

“Enough,” Oliver growls behind me. “Stay the fuck out of our business, and we’ll stay out of yours. This can be done if you let it go and move on. If you don't, you’ll regret it.”

Coming from Oliver, I believe it, for I see the comment for what it is from a monster such as him. Sheer devilry.

“Here’s the thing,” I say, swinging around to face Oliver’s stone-cold gaze, the pale green jewels of his eyes bored in the face of my passion.

No matter. I may have passion, but that doesn't mean I’m not as dead inside as he is.

“I don’t fucking care what you have to say. You think I’m afraid of you, of any of you? Ha! That’s funny. You’re a bunch of rich boys with an ax to grind. You’ve no idea what true evil looks like. It haunts you in your dreams. It hides under your bed at night. It doesn’t fucking stand here in fucking chinos and a pressed shirt.”

“And what would you know about it?” Diem says.

I wave my hand, smirking when I spot his frown from the corner of my eye. Where Oliver rests on his laurels of being dead inside, Diem is passion incarnate, and such a person can't stand to be ignored for their very passion dictates they be seen.

Oliver frowns, his eyes sliding between Diem and me as I sneer, “I’ve looked into the eyes of the devil. Have you?”

Oliver just closes his eyes, crossing his arms as though bored, but I can see the tension in the tight lines of his body. Beside him, Diem steps forward, his nostrils flared but Ramsay cuts him off.

“Enough! Leave here and be warned. This was us letting you off easy. You don't want to see what hard is, love.”

Smiling, although he can’t see me, I look to the ceiling and laugh, and laugh, the bitter sound echoing around the room. Oliver flips open his eyes and stares at me with raised brows as Diem turns away with a curse.

“Fuck you all,” I say through my chuckles, walking to the door where I stop at the threshold and look back at Ramsay. “Drugging me was truly fucked up.”

He clenches his jaw as I sweep from the room and out to my car, trembling with rage all the way home.

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