Page 62 of Sinister Legacy
“I wasn’t fucking thinking clearly. What part of ‘I had a gun pressed to my temple’ didn’t you fucking get?”
“What would happen if we lost the season?” Marcus asks, shutting his locker and turning around.
Chris’s face drains of color, and he goes back to pulling his hair. “He and his friends get to take turns with Amanda for a night.”
“What the actual fuck?!” I blurt.
Miles is speechless, staring at Chris.
Pulling his T-shirt over his head, Marcus chuckles.
“Say something,” Chris mumbles, and Miles snaps out of his stasis.
“You offered your own fucking girlfriend up as a cash price?”
“No, I didn’t. It was Rodrigues’s idea.”
“Of course it was.” Miles shakes his head, rubbing his hand over his mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ. Does she know?”
I walk over to the showers. “Do you think they’d still be together if she did?”
I’m about to step into the shower when the door to the changing room flies open, and Keira stumbles through. Her eyes widen, and she covers them with her hands.
I would ask her why the fuck she’s in the boys’ locker room, but my eyes catch on King as he steps through the doorway. He looks like a fucking serial killer, dressed head to toe in all black, those dark eyes of his skating over the room until they land on mine.
The fucker smirks.
I tie the towel around my waist and stride over to Keira, gripping her arm tightly. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I lower my voice. “With him?”
Her wide, glassy eyes lock on mine as she lowers her hands from her face, and the panic in their blue depths makes me pause. “The killer messaged me. He’s going after Miles next.”
Miles’s head snaps up in my periphery.
Looking past her shoulder at King, my gaze darkens. I bring the full beam of my attention back to Keira. “Are you sure about this?”
Her tears spill over, and she nods. “I’m sure.”
“Fuck…” I point an accusing finger at Chris. “As if we haven’t got enough shit to deal with.”
“In my defense, Rodrigues scored me drugs before it all kicked off.”
“He was probably just messing with you,” King drawls, his hands in his pockets.
I sneer at him. “Stay out of it, King. You don’t even know what the fuck the deal was.”
“Let me guess. Rich boy here scored drugs, Rodrigues pulled a gun on him and made some weird bet. If your boy lost, Rodrigues would fuck his girlfriend?”
We all stare at him. Well, everyone except for Keira, who’s gazing at the floor.
“What are you saying, King?” Miles asks carefully, reaching for his clothes. He’s clearly given up on a shower.
“Rodrigues has no shortage of willing pussy. He just wanted to see your friend here sweat. Probably laughed about it for days after.”
“So he’s not gonna come after Chris’s girlfriend?”
King shrugs. “Unlikely.”
I step closer to King. He’s a few inches taller than me, which pisses me the fuck off. “How do you know this? You close to Rodrigues?”
