Page 448 of Filthy Elites

Sebastian is staring at me, with this intense expression across his face that kind of makes me want to pee myself. I try to think about what I could have done to warrant them searching me out, but I really can’t think of anything. Letting my gaze move from Sebastian to the others, I try to figure out which boy is which. Courtney talks about the four of them all the time, but apart from seeing them from a distance, I’ve never paid any attention to the kings of GAA.

“I didn’t think you guys came to this side of town?” I say, wondering if they’re just here to scare the shit out of me.

“Why?” one of them asks.

“Sit,” Sebastian says, motioning for me to take the spot next to him.

“I’m working.”

“How much do you earn per shift?”

“I’m really not sure how that’s any of your business,” I snark, clamping my mouth shut the moment the words are out there. Fuck, being bitchy to them isn’t going to help things, but if they’ve come all the way to South Acres, whatever I did, it’s bad, and they’re probably here to tell me not to bother coming to school in the morning. I may not have recognized them personally, but I’m familiar with the power The Elite hold. They can get me expelled from GAA just by clicking their fingers. I wonder if we get a refund on my tuition if they do kick me out. Mom and I could sure use the money.

“Little bird, are you listening?” Sebastian says, demanding my attention when I was daydreaming about the thousands of dollars my mom gave to the school for my education.

Little bird? Did he call me little bird? “Seriously, why are you here, if I’m expelled that’s fine, but my mom should get a refund on my tuition, especially seeing as I have no idea what I’ve done to warrant getting kicked out.”

I don’t realize that I’m waving my arms around until his hot grip on my wrist stops me from gesticulating. “Sit,” he growls, dragging me down and into the spot next to him as one of the others shuffles out of the circular booth and climbs in on the other side of me, trapping me between them.

“What are you doing? My boss will fire me if he comes out and sees me sitting here instead of working.”

“That’s okay, you won’t be working here after tonight anyway,” Sebastian informs me calmly.

I feel my eyes widen, then narrow. “What? Seriously, this is insane, why are you all here?”

“I’m here to tell you that you’re mine, and to take you home.” Sebastian grins.

I laugh. I can’t help it. I throw my head back and laugh so loudly I probably sound like I’m losing my mind.

“What’s funny?” he demands, his grip on my wrist tightening until it’s just shy of painful.

“Are you serious?” I chuckle. “You’re mine and I’m taking you home,” I mimic, attempting to replicate his gruff tone.

“Starling, you belong to The Elite now, it’s an honor,” one of the others says, his expression so solemn I almost take him seriously.

“The Elite. Yeah, sure,” I smile sardonically. “Which one are you again?”

“Evan,” he smirks.

“Ahhh yeah, you’re the science lab defiler.”

“Excuse me,” he chokes out a laugh.

I wave my hand dismissively. “You were spotted having sex in one of the science labs. Look, I really need to get back to work.”

“Clay,” Sebastian says, looking to the guy who is sitting on the other side of the table.

“Got it,” Clay nods, rising from his seat and striding toward the door into the kitchen and staff area.

“What’s he doing? Why is he going back there?”

“He’s advising your boss that you no longer work here.”

Panic swells in my throat. “He can’t do that. I don’t understand, what did I do? It’s the first day of school.”

The hand that’s holding my wrist loosens and he moves to cup my cheek, his thumb rubbing gently back and forth. “You didn’t do anything, little bird, but you’re mine now and I want you with me, not working here in this hovel.”

His voice is so calm, so reasonable, even as he’s telling me that I’m his now. I mean, what does that even mean? His?

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