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What the shit?!

Whipping the car around, I throw rocks at the Barretts’ mansion and roar down the mountain. Why the fuck was Zeke arrested? Isn’t he at my house with Billie right now? I’d rather think he’s back there fucking Billie’s brains out in my bed than think he’s arrested.

I try to call Billie, but it goes to voicemail.

Fuck!

My palm aches after slamming it against the steering wheel a hundred times. This doesn’t feel good at all. Something is fucking wrong. If Zeke’s arrested and Billie isn’t answering her phone, that could only mean—

No, I won’t fucking think the worst. Billie’s fine. Everything’s fine.

Reaper comes into view, looming over the mountainside beneath a storm cloud. My heart thunders as I think of the worst fucking case scenario there could be. Billie’s dead and Zeke lost it.

I can’t lose the two most important people in my life. They’re literally all I fucking have.

My tires come to a screeching halt at the front steps of the main building. I jump out and run through all the gawking eyes and hushed accusations. This can’t be happening right now.

Tears well in my eyes as I whip open the front doors and run inside to find the headmaster standing there with Zeke’s housekeeper, Farrah. Cops move through the area, glancing at me with questions on their faces. But I have my own.

“What the hell happened?” I bark out as I approach the ladies. “Where’s Billie? Zeke.”

Farrah holds her hands out, pulling me to her for strength as tears fall down her face. She’s not making me feel any better.

“Answers. Now!” I scream, snapping my fingers in front of the headmaster’s face.

“You’re not at liberty to know that information, Christian. I don’t know who you think you are but—”

I get right up in her space, towering over her as I look down and into her terrified gaze. “You’re going to fucking tell me what happened here or I’m going tomakeyou tell me, lady.”

“Sir, back away from the headmaster,” an officer orders, squaring his shoulders as his hand hovers over his taser.

Glancing over, I look at the short, limp newbie officer and huff out a laugh. “Easy there, Dewey. We don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

I step away from the headmaster, giving her a grin. Her eyes widen and she clutches at her imaginary pearls. The lady should have gone into another profession if she can’t handle being a headmaster for a high school.

“Watch your mouth when you talk to me,” he says, bringing me back to the moment. This guy is a serious fucking joke.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Fuck.

Rolling my eyes, I look over at Officer Dipshit and shake my head. This prick loves arresting my ass when I break my boundary, but he clearly doesn’t know it’s off, thanks to his FBI buddy.

“This is your last strike, Christian. Maybe I should just drive you back to juvie right now to save us all the trouble of going through court again while you take up space in my jail.”

Grinning, I cross my arms over my chest and stand tall. “The bracelet’s off, asshole.”

His brows pinch in disbelief right before his gaze whips down to my ankle. “What the—”

“Excuse me. FBI agent coming through.” Dana’s voice overpowers the room.

She storms in, holding her badge up high as everyone in the room moves out of her way. I didn’t need her help, but it’s nice to know I’ll get some fucking answers now.

“What the hell are you still doing in town?” Officer Dipshit asks her.

Clearly, she’s not liked by anyone around here anymore, not even her own kind.

“This is still my case, Hernandez, so step the fuck off.”

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