Page 85 of Surviving in Everton

Hushed whispers breakout through the crowd when I see a guy step to the side, followed by another and another until there’s one standing alone. He looks around as he shuffles on his feet.

“You got something to say?”

“Uh… n-no.” He gulps.

“Really? Could have sworn I heard you say something.” I tap my finger to my chin. “Something about Rambo? Sound familiar to y’all?” I turn to the closest men.

They all nod or shrug their shoulders. One holds up his hands and backs away, clearly wanting no part in what’s going down. Smart man.

“You aware I could squash you like a bug right now?” I raise my brow as I wait for an answer that probably won’t come.

I’m right. Asshole looks like he’s about to piss himself, but he’s not talking. I flick my fingers and black sparks come to life, taking the shape of a flame. He stares at the black fire in my hand with eyes the size of dinner plates.

“Get out of my sight, assclown,” I sneer, putting some power behind it so he has no choice but to obey.

He runs off, pushing through the crowd. “Anyone else have a problem with that?” Searching the throng, I find every head shaking. “Good.”

“Tea time’s over ladies! Roll out!” Salvatore bellows.

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On the driveto Britney’s, I stealthily pull my phone out, quickly texting Ayden.

Me:You should find a reason to be in the neighborhood of BB’s house in about 15 mins.

Ayden:?

Me:Just go. Maybe bring a camera.

Putting my phone on silent, I secure it in a zippered pocket. Hopefully he listens, if not it’s his own fault. Pulling up to her neighborhood, I see a group of people walking down the sidewalk. Good, he did. When the van comes to a stop, the doors are flung open and everyone jumps out, rushing for the house. Once at the door, I announce our presence then immediately back up so the guys can ram the door in. It shatters at the force and flings open.

We storm the house, weapons drawn, not taking any chances. Clearing each room one by one, I head upstairs where I find a frantic Britney tearing through drawer after drawer.

“Hands in the air! Slowly!” I holler.

Raising her hands, she takes her time turning to look at me. She smirks when she gets a look at me, probably thinking she’ll be able to use her wiles to distract me. Not happening.

“Well, hello sexy. What brings you to my home?”

“Britney Anderson, you’re under arrest. You have the right to shut the fuck up.”

“Oh, don’t be like that!” She pouts her bottom lip out, putting her hands on her hips.

“I said hands up! I will shoot you!”

“Fine, fine, don’t get your panties in a twist.” She holds her hands out.

If it weren’t for how closely I’m watching her, I would miss the look in her eyes warning me a split second before she twists her hand, sending magic careening towards me. Thank god for a hair trigger and an itchy finger. I fire my gun, shooting my own magic right back at her. Our magic collides, mine pushing hers until it flies back to hit her square in the chest. She flies back ten feet and when she lands, her feet and legs are frozen together. Walking over to her with my gun still drawn, I can’t help but laugh as I see her laying on the floor. This bitch just tried to freeze me.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” I smirk as I look down at her, gun pointing at her head. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” I kick her shoulder, rolling her over onto her face.

Holstering my gun, I grab her hands, pulling them behind her back and cuffing them together. Grabbing her by the cuffs, I lift her up, putting her on her feet. Shaking her head, she attempts to get her hair out of her face as she huffs in frustration.

“Do youknowwho I am?! You can’t do this to me!” she screeches.

“Oh, I knowexactlywho you are. That’s why it’s my privilege to be the one arresting you.”

“Arrest me for what?! I haven’t done anything!” she wails.

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