Page 601 of Filthy Elites

“Chad’s father is from one of those old Bratva families who basically own others,” Isabelle explains. “His father and grandfather are on the school board, and they have links to the leaders across the country. Basically, you don’t want to mess things up for yourself. If he didn’t hurt you, I would just lay low and hope that he’ll go the hell away and leave you alone. It’s up to you, though.”

My shoulders slump. I’m livid that the best solution is to do nothing, but realistically, this guy is minor to me in the grand scheme of things. I have enough on my plate.

When I return my gaze to him and see he’s still looking at me, I recall his threat.

The icy tendrils of fear slide down my spine, and I worry about what will happen when I see him again.

Laying low and hoping for the best is all I can do. I have no other choices that won’t throw off everything else I hope to do.

THREE

Chad

Look at her.

Billie Fairchild is openly watching me.

The wind picks up the long, wavy strands of her hair as she gazes at me, and even though we’re about thirty feet away from each other, I can imagine those bright green eyes wide with the fear she showed this morning.

Good,she should be afraid of me.

I’m sure the principal’s spawn has given her the 411 on exactly who I am.

That’s good too, and I don’t care about what is said nor about my actions this morning.

Everyone knows who I am.

Everyone knows what to expect from me.

Everyone knows the truth. Not the whole truth, but enough, and to me, it’s one and the same.

Considering who my family is, I can’t believe Billie Fairchild was allowed anywhere near this school. Her bitch mother isn’t even married to that asshole Cal yet, so she shouldn’t have had the privilege of coming here.

It would have at least been respectful if the school board members had refused her admission. But this is Dad all over. Her presence here just shows how little he cared about my mother.

That’s fine. I cared. I still care, although it’s too late, and my mother is gone.

It doesn’t stop me from doing what I think is right. There is more than one way of doing things.

Hatred pumps through my veins, overpowering my blood.

As I step onto the path, Maksim, Ilya, and Lev fall in step with me, and people move out of our way.

I keep my gaze trained on the dark-haired beauty, annoyed that I’ve even given any thought to what she looks like.

It’s not like I can’t have any pussy I want or however many I want.

Maybe it was her instinct for defiance that made me take notice. This morning it was just there for a spark and gone the next second when fear made her realize I’m dangerous.

I look away once we reach the end of the quad, but I feel her gaze still on me.

Look all you want, Malyshka. Youand I are just getting started.

“You think she’s gonna listen to you?” Maksim asks, nudging into my shoulder.

“No.”

“I didn’t think so.”

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