Page 31 of Vengeful Valentine

“You cheated on Ace. You were with him and then you fucked me,” Hawk stated levelly, wrenching him free from my hold.

“I never—”

“And then you told me youchoseme. Made me think I meant something to you. But you were just playing us all, weren’t you?” Silas snapped, his typically green eyes darkened by his rage. “I thought you were my family. But that isn’t the case at all. You were just a whore who played us all.”

“I do choose—"

The Headmaster of St. Valentine’s University took that opportunity to join us, walking up from the street. “Come along, girl. We have much to discuss.”

“You heard him. Go along and play house with another man. This one is older, but maybe he’ll take care of you the way you need. Clearly, we weren’t good enough.” Silas didn’t give me any time to argue or disagree.

He marched away, Hawk in tow. Neither looked back as they made their way down the street.

I wanted to scream that I never lied, that I did choose Silas. Just as I chose Hawk and Ace. That I wanted them all. Needed them all. But instead, I remained silent. I would fix this, but not right now.

Once they were out of view, I finally turned to the Headmaster.

“Really?” I asked. “I told you I would go to you. Why are you here?”

“I don’t take orders fromgirls. If you had listened to me in the beginning when I told you the police had the evidence of yourmurders,” he whispered the word through gritted teeth, glancing around, “if you had done as I said then, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

He tugged on me to follow him towards a car waiting on the road.

I didn’t want to, but at this point, I no longer had a choice.

This man’s aura was coated in darkness. He presented himself as a proper part of society but it was clear that he was just as evil as my father. It made sense, since they were brothers.

Sliding into the back of his limo, the Headmaster settled across from me, knocking on the glass behind him.

“First you kill Jerald which, by the way, was idiotic since those boys lit up the house shortly after.” The Headmaster had been there the night the house went up into flames. He had seen what the boys did, but he didn’t want to be involved, choosing to remain silent.

I heaved a sigh, it wasn’t my finer work. But I hadn’t known mybrotherswere going to act, I just knew that I didn’t have long before Jerald crossed the line. I had hoped injecting the monkshood in his beer would do the trick, but then he had lost the fucking beer. By the time he found where he had put it, a week had passed.

The timing had been all off.

“Then you kill William the exact same way. Sloppy, sloppy,” the Headmaster tsked. “But really. To be caught on tape. I had asked William to keep an eye on you. To send me video updates. Unfortunately, he hadn’t understood my intentions and took to his own proclivities. I was going to come retrieve you myself, you were finally eighteen, but then I guess you saved me the effort of tying up another loose end.”

The Headmaster reached forward pushing my pink hair back.

“You’ll need to dye this before we arrive.” He turned his attention outside to the approaching school that would be my new home for the next however long. “I thought telling you about the video and the evidence the police had would be enough, but no, you still wanted to do things on your own. And so, you broke into the police station, tried to do away with the proof. And you both got caught. Ace was smart to have you blame him. It shifted their attention, and I guess you did succeed in destroying the evidence after all. Good job getting away with two murders.”

The Headmaster leaned his head back, letting out a full belly laugh.

“You are my brother’s daughter. He made a mess of everything too, but at least you listened in the end. I’ll get that boy out in less than a year if you stay on your best behavior. Keep your head down.”

“Why do you even care?” He hadn’t brought up how I killed his brother. I wondered if he even knew. My guess was he did.

The Headmaster seemed to be all knowing with his fingers in as many pots as he could touch and ties to very prominent individuals.

“You wouldn’t understand, but blood is important.”

He was right, I didn’t understand that. To me blood was blood.

But choosing to keep someone in your life? Despite no relations? That was what I thought was the most important.

“Okay. I’ll dye it,” I agreed as the vehicle came to a stop. “St. Valentines? Not Valentine’s?”

“Shut up, I didn’t name the fucking place. Now get out and ready yourself.”

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