“You up for causing some shit?”
Caspian grins and wags his brows. “I’m always down to cause mayhem, brother. Point out the fucker and I’ll deal with it.” I eye him for a second and realize in the span of twelve months he has changed so drastically. Cas used to be a free spirit, cared for nothing aside from his friends and hockey but now, all he wants is an outlet for his anger. Hockey may be the only thing that keeps us from falling into a black hole neither of us can claw ourselves out of. He and I were never friends before that night. He was my rival, but when shit went south, he was the only one who sided with us. He showed me then that he was willing to go against them for what was fucking right.
“This isn’t like the normal ones we target, this one has the power to bring you to your knees.”
His brows draw in. “Who is it?”
“The little sister of your ex best friend.”
He jerks in surprise. “Toren’s back?” I never told him where I went last night. He has no idea I’ve been keeping tabs on Masen and his father. The events of that night have never been far from my mind. There were no arrests and no justice was served, so I was forced to enact a form of justice of my own. Caspian was all too keen to help me right the wrongs of our past. My father gave me the green light to do whatever I had to in order to avengeher.My chest aches at the thought of her, it should have fucking been Toren!
“The bitch isn’t just back, she’s here, atourfucking school.”
Cas’s face turns a shade of red with anger. “What the fuck is a Kellar doing on this side of the school?” The hatred for his former best friend is clear in his tone, his eyes burn with venom.
I shrug. “No idea, but if she thinks she can come here and wave her freedom in our face, we’ll show her she doesn’t belong.”
“I want her out of here.”
I nod. “We’re going to exact our pound of flesh from that bitch and use her to destroy her father and her bitch ass brother.” Caspian’s eyes spark with bloodlust. I never told anyone aside from Miles and Neave about who I really am, others suspect it but never openly say a word. Loose lips sink ships and my family isn’t the fucking Titanic. When Cas followed me back to Stormsend and proved his loyalty to me, I allowed him into the fold and now he is in the know and one of us. The only way out of this life for him is in a pine box.
“I want her to suffer. I want them all to fucking suffer.”
My mouth twitches into a smile. “We’re going to declare her off limits to everyone. We are going to take our time with destroying the crowned princess and make sure her brother sees everything. I want her reputation ruined, her life destroyed and her heart and mind fucking shattered.”
I barely slept a wink last night. Once Cas and I got back to my house, I started plotting out my next move. Being a Devlin affords me certain… privileges. I plan to use those to my advantage. Toren is going to wish she had stayed gone. I thought visiting her and telling her to fuck off back to where she came from would have her hightailing it out of town but it appears the bitch has a death wish. Last night I wanted to snuff the life out of her and rip her limb from limb before cutting her lips off andadding them to my collection. Taking the lips of my victims is my tell. Every killer has one, even Cas.
Caspian parks the Range Rover out front of the school and kills the engine. We stare out the windshield at the students rushing to get inside the building. “I can’t wait until we take this place down.”
I grunt my agreement. “I can’t wait until this shit is over and we can go home.” Cas hums his agreement. “I will never let Somerset be the better town or team, I’ll do everything I have to do to make sure Stormsend is the better option. I’m taking them all down now.” Before I can exit the car, my phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. I bite back the snarl that wants to break free, knowing who it is without needing to check the caller ID. I bring it to my ear as I answer. “Yeah?”
“Your tone is not something I appreciate.” His cold tone filters through the speaker. He may not be here or even able to see me, but he still has the power to set my blood ablaze. We may be cut from the same cloth but we are nothing alike. He was raised to take over for his father, groomed for the role of being the Don of the Devlin Cosa Nostra. I wanted something different for myself until shit changed and now I am more like my father than I want to admit.
“You butting your nose into my business is not something I care for.”
“You forget your fucking place, boy.”
“I didn’t forget shit,” I hiss. I inhale sharply through my nose and force myself to remain inside the vehicle, if I get out now I will find the first fucker and beat his ass so badly his mother will need dental records to identify his body. “I didn’t stop living, you did. Now, you will watch as I take everything you built and make it my own.”
“You were never meant for that role, it was always meant for?—”
“Shut your filthy fucking mouth. You never say her name!” I roar. Cas shifts in his chair, pressing his body against the door, offering me as much space as he can.
“I made you, boy, and I sure as fuck can break you. I have let you live freely for long enough. I gave the green light for you to take down all those little cunts that were there that night. You will come home tonight, I want a meeting with you and the piece of shit you live with. I know that bitch is back and I want her fucking head on a platter. Am I clear?”
My anger burns through me. “Finally, something we can agree on,” I clip out before ending the call. I take a minute to center myself before I turn to Cas, his gaze already on me.
“He’s out for blood, isn’t he?”
I nod. “He wants her head. He won’t stand in our way and he’ll give me everything I need. We will meet with him tonight.” He thinks he gave me space but he’s wrong. I tried to run from who I am and that cost me everything. I will never hide from who I am again. I am a fucking king and I’ll die before I ever let Masen Kellar take over Somerset. I know his father is grooming him to take his place. I’m going to break that son of a bitch into pieces. I was saving him and Kellan for last, but I might just make his sister watch as I end her brother’s life.
CHAPTER FIVE
TOREN
Nerves ride me harder than a jockey on the last quarter mile of the track. I can feel the stares of my peers on me but I keep my head down and make my way toward the main building. I barely slept a wink last night and I’m paying for it today. A part of me misses Walter House. Whenever I would feel down or get too lost in my head, Emery was there to draw me out. Spending so much time with Emery helped dull the ache of missing KennaDee. My chest constricts just from thinking about her. I miss her so much but I’m also so angry with her for not even calling or trying to come visit me. If the roles were reversed I would have been by her side the whole time.
With the schools being integrated I may get a chance to see her. I read over the pamphlet last night and they have kept both schools separated for most of the classes and made sure that they are in separate buildings. According to the brochure, the school went as far as putting in a makeshift wall in the center of each building so the students couldn’t interact. The fact they have security in the quad to make sure no one from either school interacts makes it hard for me to slip out and find my brother or KennaDee.
