Page 19 of Bad Blood

My room is on the same side of the house as Mom and Cal’s but far enough for me to hide away and do what I need to do.

I log into The Decadent Agency site, selling the last traces of my soul to the dark side.

Chapter6

Chad

“Well, are you going to eventryto explain yourselves?” Principal Kolyav stares back at the boys and me with a heavy scowl on his haggard face.

We sit before him like we’re on trial, and he’s our judge, jury, and executioner.

An executioner who can’t execute.

That’s the reason for the scowl.

He can’t do what he would really love to do, which is to get rid of us.

He’s not just a part of the Bratva; he’s a Knight, too, and because he runs the school, his direct line of management is to the Pakhan.

He’s not going to want anything happening that taints his unblemished record.

The fool took pride in it until we graced his halls years ago, and he saw just how much havoc we could wreak.

We continue to hold our silence as he uses the end of his pen to tap the bag of cocaine on the desk between us. He then slides it over the picturesomeonetook of the stash in the breakroom, which was cleaned out when we arrived this morning.

Someone.I have a pretty good idea who thatsomeoneis.

I just didn’t know she had that much balls.

Like me, when I slashed her tires, she was discreet, but she did something I never expected.

Part of me feels I should have preempted some retaliation, because Billie Fairchild is anything but the weak girly girls I’m used to. The ones who scramble to please me and mine and bow down to suck my dick whenever I order it.

Principal Kolyav starts rattling on about shit I don’t care about, and I zone out, thinking about her.

I don’t know when she did this, but it would have been at some point yesterday afternoon. We went to the breakroom twice after my encounter with her.

She must have followed me one of those times, and I never suspected it. I should have known something like that was happening, but I must have been lost in my thoughts.

Yesterday morning, before I left for school, I found Selena in my mother’s office at home, throwing out her things.

It was the last place that hadn’t been sorted out and where everything had been moved to.

I saw her and noticed the garbage bags filled with things that should never be thrown away. Things like pictures of my mother. Of course, I lost my shit.

Dad came to the rescue like the fucking cavalry, and I don’t know how I didn’t beat the shit out of him.

Yeah, I might have had my ass handed to me, but it would have been worth it.

The argument ended when I gathered up the bags and took them to my room.

While Selena and Dad left for their vacation, I was late to school because I spent the morning moving my mother’s things.

When I slashed Billie’s tires on her brand-new Porsche, I had the fires of hell in my soul fanning the flames of my fury.

I had no off-switch, and I was ready for her.

I’m ready for her again now, but instead of wanting to get back at her with something just as juvenile as what either of us did, I’m having that disjointed incongruent feeling again of wanting to punish her with a hard fuck.

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