I’ll admit, when Bernadette stormed up to me in the hall on the first day of school, opening up those poison-painted lips to call Havoc, I was surprised. I slide my fingers into the pockets of my jeans and lean back against the stage, pretending to contemplate their words. “Shit, I’d pay to kick Principal Vaughn’s ass for her.” “Let’s just give her something easy, smack her ass a bit, and send her on her way,” Hael says, taking a black leather devil mask from Callum’s fingers and slipping it over his face. “We owe Bern in a way we don’t owe anyone else.” Shit, I haven’t felt real fear since I was five years old. I look up at him, but even though he’s a good six feet above me, I’m not intimidated. “You know what I mean,” Aaron says, pushing up off the prop he’s leaning against to come stand near the edge of the stage. Things are going to be a little different today. He understands numbers and risk in ways I never will. More often than not, I let him come up with Havoc’s price. He’s sitting in the front row of the school theater, iPad in hand, as shrewd and calculating as always. “Do this to her?” Oscar echoes, looking askance at Aaron. I almost scoff but manage to keep the emotion to myself. He doesn’t stand up to me often he must really love Bernadette. I try to keep the ugly smile off my lips. “We can’t do this to her,” Aaron says, looking me dead in the face.
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