A Legacy of Sorrow (A Violent Agenda)

I don’t know why he’s getting hysterical. The guy had a blade to his throat hard enough to cut. As if to prove the point, blood is smeared on Dino’s neck. Luckily, his stark white shirt is unstained since it’s unbuttoned way down past his collarbone. But now he needs to button up.

I shove Dino, using his own bodyweight which is not easy given he’s well over a foot taller than me, into the wall. The switchblade is in my hand, and it’s open. I don’t play at slicing, I jab the pointed end under his ribs where it will hurt.

“I can easily puncture your lung like this so keep pissing me off, Vice.” When he’s nice and relaxed, and looking at me like I’m a fucking demon, I continue. “Now fix your tie and shirt, you have blood showing.”

Dino’s eyes become liquid blue pools as they flare with heat. But he yanks his tie out of his back pocket, and starts to make a knot.

Some students talking loudly appear at the end of the corridor.

I pull back, hiding the switchblade in my skirt as Dino finishes straightening his tie. The two students eye us as they pass. I don’t try to appear normal. We looked like we were making out and got caught. Dino’s staring at me like he wants to strip me and fuck me raw, so that helps.

“You don’t know what you’ve done,” Dino says in a low, pissed off voice, as soon as they’re gone.

“Really? I thought only I got to scar that pretty flesh?”

He cocks his head, smirk forming on those full lips of his. “Since when did I become yours?”

“Oh shut the fuck up. We need to go back to class and act like nothing happened.”

I’m not expecting him to lunge for me, forcing me against the wall where he was moments ago. He steals a brutal kiss, while his hand closes over mine and takes the switchblade, prising it away from me. He tastes of dark promises and sin.

Fucking guys. Why are they always so much stronger than me?

He pulls away, smirk still securely in place. “I like it when you’re bossy.” He leans in, breath tickling my ear, his palms grazing over my thighs where the other blade is strapped, “Makes me want to take this away from you.” His fingers brush over the knife. “Tie you down, and fuck you until you beg me not to stop.”

“I don’t beg,” I say in answer to that, letting him see a flare of defiance in my eyes.

A few more students round the corner, but Dino doesn’t let me up. He keeps me in place, eyes burning holes right into my ruined soul.

Then, abruptly, he releases me and stalks off.

I straighten myself to the flurried whispers of our audience, and follow after him.

As I enter the classroom, I pay no attention to the teacher making angry faces at me and look for Dino. He’s not looking for me at all. The bastard is on his phone again.

Alright, I’m curious. His behaviour is off. Why is he meeting with Razor’s boys in the fields surrounding the school? Why is he distracting me with seduction when other things are clearly on his mind?

This isn’t right.

The boys are hiding something from me.

And I don’t like it.

Friday night,there’s a party at the frat house. The damn thing is lit up like a Christmas Tree as I pull into the driveway in my Audi.

Lorcan’s back. His car is meticulously parked further up the driveway. Dino messaged me and asked me to meet them all at the house, so I was expecting him to be back. I just wasn’t expecting a rave at the same time.

Drunk kids spill out of the front door and one vomits in the driveway right next to my car. He uses the bonnet to right himself, leering when he sees me staring. I rev the engine, loud. He shits himself and stumbles, falling backwards, earning raucous laughter from his equally fucked-up friends.

Pissant.

I’m beginning to dislike living with boys.

I get out of my car, noting how wet and thick the mud is on the Bugatti’s wheels as I head inside. So Lorcan’s just arrived, and he’s been driving through dirt lanes. He must have stayed at his father’s estate in Whitechapel before coming here.

Why would he do that? He hates Joseph as much as I hate my own father.

I step inside the house, and the first thing I see is Jude snorting coke off a girl’s naked breasts. She squeals in delight, laughing loudly. It’s one of the Royal Deacon girls, Opal Kenworth. She shoots me a catty look and throws her arms around Jude as he tries to lift his head.