Page 73 of Evil Boys

Nathan’s low voice rumbles through the room. “What … what did you just say?”

He heard.

Fuck.

Suddenly, she rips open the tie around her hands. With a roar, she shoves a knife straight into my thigh.

Fuck. Guess I deserved that.

I groan and fall to the floor in pain while she tears away the belt stuck around her ankles and jumps away.

“You … you’re the girl we’ve been chasing?” Nathan roars out loud as he bolts at her.

She runs toward the back exit, tucking down her dress while Nathan is on her heels.

And all I can do is lie here in crippling pain. “Fuck!”

“Kai, are you okay?” Milo asks, going to his knees in front of me.

“I’ll be fine, go!” I yell, and I rip the knife out of my thigh and chuck it aside.

“Don’t you fucking run off now, Lana!” Nathan roars through the building. “Not when we just got to the fun part!”

“Fuck all of you!” she yells back.

I drag myself up by the chair and stumble out the door, but Lana’s already near the front door. In her hands is a gun she stole off the floor that belonged to one of our guards she nearly murdered.

“Lana!” I roar.

Her eyes briefly home in on me, her body freezing as I clutch my leg, blood oozing from the wound.

“Fuck this,” Nathan growls, seething as he rips one of the ornamental swords off the wall.

“Nathan, you sure that’s such a good idea?” Milo rasps, grasping his arm.

“If you’re not gonna help me, stay out of my way,” Nathan retorts, pushing him aside.

She swallows and throws me that same look she did when they played with her, and dammit, it’s making me want to bite through this pain.

But then she points the gun at Nathan. “Stop him,” she tells me. “Or I’ll kill him.”

Nathan’s too consumed by rage to care.

“Nathan,” I say. “Don’t do it.”

“She’s that goddamn girl with the mask who stole our kill. Shesawus,” he grits. “She knows too much.”

“Nathan!” I roar through my pain, forcing him to turn and look at me. “Stop!”

He knows he has no choice.

He might’ve been the wealthiest and most influential before his parents got ruined, but this place … this place is mine, and if he wants to live here, he needs to obey the rules.

Myrules.

His hand tightens around the handle of the sword as he grinds his teeth, but then he drops the blade. “I know your fucking secret now,” he growls at her. “You can’t run away from this.”

Her nostrils flare, but she still pulls back and tucks the gun into her pocket. “Keep your fucking mouths shut about me. All of you. Don’t ever mention my name again.”

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