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“This is pointless,” I remark, taking Hayden’s hand.

She stops me from leaving. Her death stare, void of any emotion, is still glaring up at Zach. “Do you like your university, Zach?”

He narrows his gaze back. “If you want me to recommend you, you are shit out of luck. They don’t take riff-raff like you.”

“No, they take scum like you it seems,” she replies, not the least bit offended. “But I should remind you how strict they are. I’m sure they would love to know about one of their students snorting cocaine.”

He quickly pulls the door closed, so only his body is in view. “They’ll never believe you and you don’t have proof. I’ll deny it.”

Hayden laughs. “Whilst you were gloating to Imogen, I already took a photo.”

He shrugs. “Again, I’ll deny it. You don’t see me in there snorting it,” he smugly remarks.

“No, but the powder under your nose will be more than enough,” she tells him. “That disc had better turn up at Imogen’s before she has to go to work on Monday morning, otherwise this will be going on a poster around the school and I’ll email it to every faculty member and student.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” he growls.

“Daring me cemented your fate. Don’t call my bluff. The last guy to try now works as a litter picker down at McDonalds.”

“You will let her do this? I don’t know anything about that disc,” he yells.

I shake my head, feeling like such a fool for giving him so much of my life. “Like she said, I want it back, Zach. What you choose to do next is up to you.”

“You bitch!”

“Are you twelve? Shut the fuck up,” Hayden snaps. “Come on, Immy. We’ve got a poster template to prepare.”

“Don’t you dare do this,” he yells as he follows us down the drive to my car.

I get in as he moves around to my side. “You started this, Zach. I’m doing what I can to end this.”

He slams his hand against the roof of the car. “You will regret this. You will fucking regret this!”

I put the car into reverse, ignoring his presence as he follows. When I pull off with him screaming abuse, Hayden clears her throat.

“Are you okay?” she asks softly.

“Yeah,” I croak out. “I really didn’t want it to be him.”

“We’ll get it back,” she promises.

I have a gut feeling I’m never going to see that disc again. Zach isn’t a guy who backs down. I bet he even thinks the university will never side with us.

But he clearly doesn’t know my family.

We take revenge seriously and they won’t hold back.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Imogen

Walking into work on Monday morning, dread hits the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t sleep last night. Every single noise I heard, I thought it might be Zach returning the game. By half seven this morning, I realised he wasn’t coming. He didn’t heed our warning.

And now I’m about to lose my job. A job I didn’t realise was my dream job until I got it. I love it here. I love how friendly most of the staff are. I love how much they take care of each other. And I love the entire process of my job.

I hate that I’ve let them down in the worst possible way.

George is waiting by the lift when I go through security. I can’t even muster up a smile, which makes his fall.

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