Page 82 of Filthy Elites

“I just don’t want you to do something reckless.”

“I won’t. I promise. Do you trust me?” He grins.

I nod. “I trust you.”

This time, I mean it.

ChapterThirty-Three

Jason

Sloane.You fucking snake. I’m not going to let you endanger Isabelle.I didn’t lie to her in the car on the way back to Triton Cove. I wasn’t thinking about anything specific besides berating myself for being such a moron.

I know Sloane too well. She doesn’t have the patience to wait and attack when it will do more damage. Like clockwork, she finds me when I’m alone the next day at school.

“So the mystery is finally solved. Nicola is Isabelle Maldonaro.”

I give her a droll look. “What do you want?”

She moves closer and runs her fingers down my jacket. “You know what I want.”

I can’t help my expression of disgust. “Really? Don’t you have any self-respect?”

She laughs. “Get over yourself. I don’t want to fuck you, Jason. I want you and that little bitch to be miserable. Break up with her.”

Rage quickly surges from the pit of my stomach. Sloane must think that dating Isabelle has made me soft. She needs to be reminded of who she’s speaking to. “Are you sure you want to play that game with me, Sloane?”

Her eyes narrow. “I’m not afraid of you. If you don’t do as I say, everyone will know who Nicola really is, and I bet she doesn’t want that. No one fakes their own death without having a solid reason.”

I laugh loudly like a lunatic. I even get tears in my eyes, not caring one bit that people are staring. Sloane doesn’t know what to make of my reaction, and soon her bravado turns into uncertainty. And that’s exactly how she should be feeling.

“Why the hell are you laughing? Do you think I’m joking?”

“You’re either joking, or you’re a dumb fuck.” My amusement vanishes. “Someone with skeletons in their closet should never attempt blackmail, dear.”

Her eyes widen. “I don’t have any secrets. Nice try, Jason.”

“Oh really. So you’re saying you weren’t fucking your sister’s husband last summer?”

The blood seems to drain from her face. “What?”

I press my finger against my lips. “I wonder what Cassidy would think if she knew that while she was putting in long hours at the hospital to support that loser husband, her sister was sucking his cock instead of babysitting her nephews.”

“You can’t prove that,” she grits out.

“Can’t I?” I quirk an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

“You’re bluffing.”

“Do you want to bet on it? You know I never start a game I can’t win.”

Her face twists in anger, but the moisture in her eyes tells me I got her. She won’t tell a soul about Isabelle’s secret.

“I hate you,” she says before storming down the hallway.

A couple of seconds later, Isabelle stops next to me. “What happened?”

I’m still pissed that Sloane thought she could blackmail me, but I don’t want to worry Isabelle.

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