Chapter 25
“Did the Boleyn girl say where she is?” Lev was keen to know, as he held an electric drill an inch away from the Platt clone’s eyeball. We jumped him as he was walking to meet her at Scholars and grabbed his phone, then messaged her using his phone to find out where she was.
“She ain’t budging,” I replied, then teased the Platt clone, “She stood you up, bro. Stabby Addie stood you up. It looks like she wasn’t into you after all.”
“Fuck off,” James snarled, wrestling with Lev in an abandoned classroom in the science school, so we’d have to be quick before a tutor turned up. “And I’ll fuck whoever the fuck I want.”
“What’s the real reason you want to date her?” Lev pressed again. My man was suffering for some reason and was particularly cruel towards the York. Not that I minded, but we didn’t want to kill him; we just wanted to scare him off Adina.
“She’s pretty,” he replied, and Lev and I exchanged glances, because pretty girls were everywhere, basically falling like leaves from trees.
“Why her?” I asserted, giving his shoe a swift kick, making him snigger as he was just as evil as us and enjoyed a bit of torture and pain like us. There’s nothing more therapeutic than receiving a solid punch to the gut. “Tell me. Why her?”
A slimy smile wormed across his face, “As I said, Adina and us are virtually related.”
“Have you told her yet?” I asked him, and he shrugged, keeping his plans close to his chest.
“I was planning to until you interrupted,” he said calmly, not bothered that he had a metal drill dangerously close to his eyeball. So, Lev switched it on, and the drill buzzed and twisted, and he flinched slightly. “I’m surprised you know how to use it.”
“Fuck off, Yorkie,” Lev snarled, then started yapping like a lapdog before smacking his smirking face.
“Didn’t hurt,” James challenged, even though Lev left a red mark on his cheek. “You Warwick pussies can’t fight to save yourselves. Pussy.”
He started meowing against Lev’s yapping, and there was only so much I could take of that. “Shut the fuck up. It’s not fucking petting zoo.”
They fell quiet, but the Platt clone kept smirking, and Lev smacked him across the face again, which made him laugh louder. “Why the fuss?” the clone snorted.
“We could ask you the same question,” I persisted to siphon a coherent answer out of him, but he’d rather meow like a halfwit.
“Have you told her that her stepmother is your aunt yet?” Lev asked, moving the grinding drill to his cheek. “Pretty boy? I could mess up your face, and you won’t be pretty anymore.”
He shrugged, “Go for it. I’ll let my father know, and he can sue your father…oh wait, you don’t have a father, do you? And you…” focusing on me, “Your father is in prison getting fucked up the ass.”
My hand snatched the crowbar lying on the floor at my feet, and I was about to throttle his balls when a notification came in on my phone from Sick.
Sick: She’s at the gym.
Me: Seriously? R u sure? Send a pic.
He hadn’t looked at her that closely, so that he might have confused her with a girl with similar features. I won’t believe him until I see proof. Besides, she was booked in with me for her next gym session, and I got the impression she wasn’t overly enthused about exercise.
A pic came through, and it was definitely her on a spin cycle red-faced with her thick black hair pulled into a tight ponytail, forehead shimmering from sweat. She looked fucking hot to me. I’d slip my cock between her sweaty tits, no problem, slipping and sliding away.
“What’s so funny?” Lev snarled over the buzzing drill.
I hadn’t realized I was smiling, but she had a way to bring it out like a bucket of sunshine, except she made me smile by being nasty and feisty.
“I got a location,” I told him, still holding the crowbar and eager to test its strength on the clone. “We achieved our purpose, so let the clone go. And he can go running back to mommy Yorkie and the other lapdogs.”
“So sad,” Lev said sarcastically, as he sped up the drill, then tapped the clone on his forearm. This made the clone flinch, drawing a small gash that bled slightly.
“Inbred retard,” he fought back, checking the fresh wound.
“Inbred?” Lev questioned, smirking. “Pretty sure I’m not. You, on the other hand, might be a different story.”
“Your great-granddaddy fucked you over,” he hissed as he got to his feet to leave. “Hated you so much that he refused to leave an inheritance.”
“Fuck off, now, Yorkie,” I demanded, raising my voice, knowing what would happen if he pushed it too far with Lev. My hand clasped Lev’s arm, stopping him from propelling across the room to beat the living shit out of the clone. “It’s not worth it, Lev. Leave it.”
He cooled his shit quickly, then waited until James was gone before arguing, “Ashthorn was long before I came along.”
“Yeah, we know, Lev, just leave it,” I stressed, then showed him the pic of Stabby Addie in the gym, and it immediately calmed him.
But I saw something else in him when I looked at her on the bike, a sparkle in his eye, a change in demeanor, and it crossed my mind that maybe he broke the rules and touched her.
He took the drill piece out of the drill and slipped it into his pocket, then turned his back on me so I couldn’t see the guilt in his eyes. “I gotta go,” he mumbled, deflated, and I knew it had nothing to do with what the clone said, but something else.
“Lev,” I called him just as he was about to disappear out of sight. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, then pointed his thumb behind him. “I don’t give a fuck what he says.”
“I know,” I agreed honestly as he didn’t care enough about the Yorks to worry about their opinions of him. “But is everything alright with the Boleyn girl?”
He frowned in confusion, then swallowed, dropping his gaze to the floor, which sometimes was a sign of guilt. But what was he guilty of? “What do you mean?”
“Like,” I paused to consider my words, “Are you still okay with our plans?”
“Yeah,” he replied, annoyed, tensing up. “How many times do you have to ask?”
“Alright, alright,” I held up my hand to warn him that I wasn’t trying to piss him off. “How did it go with the police interview?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine. Nothing unpredictable.”
“You know we have to mess up the Boleyn so she doesn’t say anything, right?” I reminded him.
“Yeah,” he grunted, then added, “What do you mean mess her up? We’re not going to hurt her, are we? I mean…leaving a dead rat in her room was one thing, but physically harming her was another.”
“I didn’t intend to hurt her physically. Just scaring her into silence should suffice," I clarified, “but if she refuses to listen, then..."
“She will,” he exhaled self-assuredly. “She’ll listen.”
“Are you sure?” I pressed, combing my fingers through my hair.
“Yeah, she’s not stupid,” he resigned with growing impatience. “I gotta go to class.”
“K.” I let him turn to leave, and when he was out of sight, I added, “She gets under your skin, doesn’t she?”
There was no response, and I wasn’t sure if he had heard, so I grabbed my bag and moved into the empty corridor. Lev’s dark silhouette was headed toward the exit and reflected in the glass doors. He looked back and said, “Yeah, she does,” then vanished.
I headed in the opposite direction toward the business school for my next class, Finance, in the Elm Building, where Adina would be. I took my time to arrive so I wouldn’t be early, then sat in the business school library for ten minutes before going to Dirty ol Deano’s class on the top floor.
As I approached the class, the distant sound of a train whistle bled out, and I smiled.
Good. Loaded with late students, food, school supplies, and, more importantly, the mail.
I ordered a very special item last week that I plan to give to Adina once it arrives, being the thoughtful, generous man that I am.
Students waited quietly in the hall, chatting among themselves. I noticed the dark-haired girl with a swinging ponytail standing alone, her head bowed over an open book. As I approached her, she didn't look up and simply said, “It’s like you suck up the light.”
“Great to see you too,” I stated, amused.
“Like a Death Eater, yeah, that’s you, a Death Eater. And your brother is a Dementor. As soon as you walk into the room, it becomes cast in shadow, and all the happiness drains away.”
“Well, I was going to say how pretty you looked today, but maybe I’ll keep that compliment to myself,” I mumbled, “Stabby. Anyway, has Dirty ol’ Deano invited you to stroke his balls yet?”
“No,” she hissed. “Even if he did, I wouldn’t tell you about it.”
“So, you would stroke his hairy, silver balls if he asked. Huh. Interesting,” I mumbled as jealousy rose in my chest. “What do I have to do to get you to lick my balls?”
She made a face as if disgusted, but I caught those intelligent eyes looking at my crotch, only briefly, but it was enough for me to know what she was thinking about at that point. My point to be precise, the point in my sweatpants.
Anyway, “You smell nice,” I told her as a sweet floral scent swept over me, ignoring her strange answer.
This time, she looked up from her book, a dark scowl set into her cute face, and I expected a sharp comeback, but she said nothing. I discovered her weakness. She wasn’t good with compliments, so I’ll continue to praise her until she cracks a smile.
“You bathed today? Good,” I added, since she was saying nothing. “I’m glad you washed the sweat off after working out.”
She sighed, but remained quiet, pretending to read to distract her gaze from me, since I turned her on. A ruse to deter her naughty fingers from the space between her legs.
“Stabbed anyone today?” I asked a reasonable question.
She bit her bottom lip, shot me a disapproving look, “Not yet. There is still time.”
“Die Fucker time,” I mocked after seeing the pic on Lev’s phone and us laughing about it. She was unpredictable and tough as leather boots, and I liked that.