Lost Boys (Slateview High 1)

Bishop, Kace, and Misael.

Tears stung my eyes at the sight of them. I had no idea how they’d found us here—part of me couldn’t even believe they were real—but every fiber of my being cried out with relief as they approached.

“What. The. Fuck?”

Bish’s voice was tight with fury, and the three of them reached us in several long strides. He and Misael grunted as they hauled Flint off me. To my surprise, the older man didn’t fight, but he did look smug.

“It’s not polite, ruining another man’s fun, boys.” He looked between the three of them, gaze settling on Kace. “C’mon. You can’t tell me you blame me.”

I was still pressed against the wall, leaning against it for support as my knees wobbled beneath me, and I followed Flint’s gaze.

Kace looked almost unrecognizable. Pure, unadulterated fury contorted his features, nothing like the way he’d looked when he’d fought Caleb in the hall at Slateview that day. That had been totally controlled, strategic violence, but this was the complete opposite.

“Shut the fuck up, Flint.” His voice was rough. “You better shut the fuck up.”

He raised his hand, and for the first time, I saw what he held in a tight grip.

A gun.

It looked big and heavy, and the smooth metal was so dark that it was almost impossible to make out any of its details in the dim light.

Breathing heavily, Kace aimed the gun at the man who stood a few feet away from me, facing off with the Lost Boys.

“Oh. Big boy, are we now?” Flint laughed, a raspy chuckle that made my blood run cold. “Come on, kid. Put it away and leave. You’re not gonna do shit to me if you know what’s good for you. Nathaniel needs me a lot more than he needs you. You know she’s not worth it.”

All three of the guys stiffened at the mention of Nathaniel’s name, and Kace licked his lips, shaking his head as if simply denying it could make it untrue.

But it was true. I could see it in their faces.

Nathaniel Ward didn’t give a shit about me. He probably didn’t even care all that much about the Lost Boys. But Flint was high enough up in the organization that he probably did matter.

Which meant the three boys who’d come to rescue me had their hands tied.

If they did anything to Flint, Nathaniel would probably kill them for it.

Flint’s posture relaxed even more as he gave them all time to process that fact. There was something sly and predatory in his eyes as he shifted his attention back to me, taking in the sight of me with my skirt pushed up, leggings torn, and shirt askew. I shrank back from his gaze as my heart seemed to stop beating entirely.

He still planned to kill me. He still planned to use me.

Oh God. Would he make them watch?

“Besides…” He tilted his head to one side, taking a single step toward me. “Considering how much you little assholes have slacked off on work because you’ve been runnin’ around with her, I think I deserve a sample of the goods. She’s hot as fuck, I’ll give you that, but she can’t be that goddamn amazing in the sack. I’ll just take a few turns with her, and then—”

He never finished that sentence.

A sudden pop sounded, so loud and sharp it seemed to fill the entire space of the alley.

Flint’s whole body shifted backward from the impact of the bullet, and then he was falling, his form going completely limp as it dropped to the dirty pavement like a bag of rocks.

The headlights from Bish’s car still streamed down the alley, and they made Flint’s skin look washed-out and pale as his dark eyes stared up at the night sky above, unseeing.

Dead.

“I told you to shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch,” Kace rasped. “She’s ours.”

To Be Continued…

Bishop, Kace, and Misael promised