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“All I ask is that you trust me, Son. Can you do that for me? Please? All of you?”

“Fine, Dad,” Isaac said with a furious shake of his head. “I don’t fucking like it, but fine, I’ll trust you. I’m sure Rhett will too. But it’s Phantom you have to worry about.”

“Phantom will be fine. All of you will be fine. You may not be working the Harvest, but that doesn’t mean you’re benched.”

Isaac and I shared another look.

“What do you need us to do?” Isaac asked before I could.

“You three will be at the club while Sharkey and Prim handle the Harvest.” He paused then flashed us a wicked grin. “Damien and his men know your faces. But Sharkey and Prim? They’re ghosts. Nobody outside of the Ravagers knows their identities.”

Father leaned back in his seat, his grin spreading wider.

“They’re more than qualified to handle the job. They have no gang ink, meaning if something goes wrong and they’re killed, they aren’t tied to us. Them being there also gives you boys an alibi for that night. Being at the club will help keep the heat off of us just in case this shit does turn south.”

It was a solid plan, that much I could agree on.

But did I approve? Fuck no.

Father was a smart man though. He’d never let us down before, so I guess I had no other choice but to trust his word.

“My decision is final. If Jace contacts you, then whatever info he relays to you, gets passed over to me so that I can inform the others. We have a lot of work to do, boys, so let’s get to it. It’s only a matter of time before the clock ticks down to zero.”

Chapter 40

Samara

Ihadnodesirewhatsoever to attend this stupid fucking party tonight. I’d opted to stay in my room, eat junk food, and maybe binge watch some more of the Vampire Diaries until I fell asleep.

But no.

My brain wouldn’t settle, much less make any attempts to wire down so I could actually sit back andtryto relax.

It was only a matter of time before Damien sent more of his men to storm school grounds.

And it was that fact alone that had me rushing to get dressed, strapped and armed with every blade I could fit onto my belts.

Having to do this shit at all aggravated me. What were the Ravagers thinking? After what happened to Sky, it was foolish to even consider throwing another party. All it would take is some stupidly drunk and innocent girl to wander off alone and thenBAM, she’s gone.

It wasn’t definite they’d strike again tonight. Hell, it was possible Damien wouldn’t advance again at all, assuming he knew the Ravagers were onto him. If that was the case here, then I suspect he’d chosen to fall back for now, standby and wait to see if the Ravagers would decide to strike back. If it were me, that’s what I’d do.

But Damien Reyez was a cold-hearted, ruthless, unpredictable man. If I didn’t go and someonedidget kidnapped, I’d never forgive myself.

I finished throwing on my Three Days Grace hoodie and tightened the garter belt wrapped around my waist, slightly adjusting the blades so I wouldn’t stab myself on accident. Just in case I did have to fight again tonight, I decided to throw up my hair in a painfully tight bun. When I was finished tightening the laces on my shoes, I grabbed my phone and the dorm key and was off.

My phone buzzed in my pocket when I walked out the elevator. Retrieving it, I stared down at the screen, rolling my eyes.

It was Brian.

He was asking yet again if I was coming to the party tonight.

Brian was really starting to test my nerves. He never did drop by again. Instead, he'd been blowing my phone up every other hour asking if I was okay and if I needed anything. My reply had always been the same, that I was fine and just wanted to be left alone.

He obviously didn’t catch the fucking hint.

Samara: Yeah, I’m coming. On my way now.

Instead of waiting for a reply, I put my phone away and trekked out towards the woods, making it about halfway to the clearing when multiple sets of footfalls came sneaking up behind me.

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