Trouble at Brayshaw High (Brayshaw High 2)

“Fuck,” leaves him on a quiet note.

Yeah...fuck me, I fuck you, bitch.

“Benny Rodgers.” I lift my arms out, spinning slowly. “Where the fuck is he?”

When nobody speaks, Royce grabs the closest guy to him, forcing him to his feet.

He jerks the drunk’s head down as he lifts his knee, slamming him in the nose and watching him crash against the floor.

The girls scream, and a few more guys stand.

I look around the room again. “Who is going to tell me where Benny Rodgers is?”

“Upstairs, second door on the right,” a scrawny, younger guy mumbles under his breath.

I step in front of him and he looks up. “Show me.”

The guy swallows but does as I ask, and I follow him up the stairs.

I kick in the door he points to and charge right in.

The girl riding on the dick that must belong to Benny hops off with a yelp, but she doesn’t bother to cover herself.

“Get out!” she shouts.

“What the fuck?” He sits up quickly, reaching for something at his bedside.

I dart forward, grip his ankle and yank him off the bed, letting his head bang against the edge.

I drag his ass down the stairs.

He fights me every step of the way, but I quicken my pace until I’m tossing his naked body onto the lawn of what we’re told is his own damn house.

His partygoers rush out behind us, the girl he was fucking cussing up a storm and still buck ass naked.

“Get your ass in there and put something on!” Royce shouts at her.

But she ignores him, reaching into a pot by the door. She picks up a rock and chucks it at me.

I duck and it hits the car in the driveway.

Royce sighs and grabs her by the arms.

Benny stirs by my feet but freezes when I look to him.

The chick instantly goes off the fucking wall and starts screaming, so Cap rushes to the SUV, pulls out some duct tape, and tosses it to Royce.

He goes to rip off a piece, but she throws her hand up, clamping her mouth shut.

Cap points to some girl. “Go get her something to cover up with.”

The girl nods, running back inside the house and out just as fast with a blanket from the back of the couch.

Royce wraps it around her, and I look back to Benny.

“Benny Rogers, nomad in town who is supposed to lay fucking low or get the fuck out of our town, right? That was the deal you made when you moved here?”

“I do lay low!” he shouts, his embarrassment making him brave.

I laugh lightly, swiftly moving to push my shoe against his Adam’s apple.

He squirms under me, his eyes wide.

“I asked you a question,” I growl.

“He can’t answer you! He can’t even breathe!” the girl shouts, fighting against Royce.

“Quiet,” he shouts, and she clamps her mouth shut.

One of Benny’s buddies attempts a step forward, but Captain lifts his brass knuckle covered fist, spinning the bat in his other hand and the guy freezes.

I let up a little and he gasps for air. “I’m gonna ask you again, are you Benny Rogers?”

“Yes.”

“The same Benny who called Bass Bishop, the motherfucker standing in the background right now, about my girl?”

His brows snap together, and he opens his mouth to argue, but his eyes shoot wide in realization. Beads of sweat instantly form on his forehead and he frantically shakes his head. “I didn’t know, I thought it ... oh shit.”

“Yeah, Benny boy. Oh shit.” I bend down. “Tell me exactly what you told Bishop and I’ll leave your balls intact. Lie or hesitate, even for a second, and my brother is ready to smash your nuts with a Louisville Slugger.”

“Maddoc—” Bishop starts but cuts off.

I can only imagine Captain leveled him with a look that said not a fucking seed planting word.

“I didn’t know it was about her.” Tears fill the bastard’s eyes and he swallows. “I only told him I heard a video was being shopped around for those interested in a blackmail piece.”

“What fucking video?”

“Maddoc—”

Bishop tries again, but a slam is heard next. “You had your chance to speak. Open your mouth again and I’ll fill it with brass.”

I quirk a brow at Benny.

“You really want me to say it out loud?” He looks from me to the bat in Cap’s hands frantically.

I stand up and nod to Royce.

He shoves the girl in the house, ripping the blanket from her as he shuts the door.

He tosses it in the grass, and I nod my head toward it.

Benny quickly grabs it and covers himself, cutting a glance at the people around us.

“Leave,” Captain tells them, and they scatter in seconds.

Royce hops off the porch and the three of us crouch in front of Benny.

“Talk.”

“I called Bishop.” He sits up, glancing at the fool himself before looking back to us. “I told him I heard about a video being shopped around of his new girl.” When I growl, he throws his hands up. “I didn’t know she was your girl, man! I only knew she was one of his newest fighters.”