Page 277 of Boys Who Taint

“Xav, fucking help me kick their asses and kill Levi!” Silas growls.

Silas kicks Apollo in the balls so hard that he rolls onto the floor, groaning while grasping his junk. Cecelia picks up a fallen knife and threatens Silas with it, cutting away into the air. Ivy steps away and tries to drag Max and Heath out of the fight, while I struggle to haul Levi to the door.

I can’t do it by myself. He’s too heavy, and Silas is on my back.

“Aspen, what the fuck are you doing?” he yells.

I nearly collapse against the shoddy, half-broken wall, but Grey finally catches up and helps me bring him out the front door.

“No, don’t let him go!” Silas growls at both Max and Heath. “Don’t you fucking understand? Levi didn’t just fucking kill Mave, he assaulted Aspen! He deserves to rot in hell!”

Max and Heath throw one look at us, and the anger that slowly fills their irises makes me swallow back the lump in my throat.

Oh fuck.

“Run.”

Grey

We rushacross the muddy ground as fast as we possibly can, dragging Levi’s lifeless body with us. Every glance I take over my shoulder, I spot more people coming out of the Shack, still punching and kicking at each other to keep the others from following us.

It’s a giant mess.

And I can’t help but wonder … why didn’t she tell them the truth?

First, everyone was trying to stop Silas, but now it seems Heath and Xavier have joined the fight to help Levi, all while Max, Ivy, and Apollo are trying to stop them from chasing us.

We have to get out of here fast.

“Where do we go?” Aspen asks.

“My car,” I say.

I parked it on the road close to the house, and when we finally get there, I rip open the passenger door, and we push him into the back seat.

Suddenly, someone grabs me and shoves me aside.

“Get out of my way so I can fucking finish this!” Silas yells.

Aspen jumps into the front seat and starts the engine.

“Wait!” I yell, but it’s too late. She’s already raced off in my car with the door still open, and Levi’s feet are dangling out.

“You motherfucker.”

PUNCH!

Silas’s fist hits me right in the nose, and I groan in pain as the blood begins to roll.

“Not again,” I mutter to myself.

“You think you can stop me from killing him?” he screams.

Suddenly, Apollo pulls him off me and drags him away. “I thought I told you to fucking lay off. I’m gonna have to fucking teach you a lesson now.”

“Fucking bring it! I’ll chop off your fucking arm!” Silas pulls another knife from his pocket.

Where the fuck does he keep pulling out even more knives? How many does he even have?

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