Devious Intentions (Carson Cove Scandals 3)

“Yeah—you may want to do that soon.” Bolt looked over his shoulder again. “Otherwise, she might burn this place down before she passes out.”

Bolt walked back into the main part of the house, and I followed him. I had no idea how I was going to get a bunch of teenagers out of Sinn Manor. It wasn’t like I could call the cops. I was technically the only legal adult there except for Pennington—and he had been drugged. The cops would put an end to the party, but I might be leaving in handcuffs. I actually contemplated contacting my mom, but I didn’t think that would end well. Jenny didn’t look like she was going to pass out anytime soon—far from it actually.

“Anna, it’s time to go.” Bolt put his hand on her shoulder. “Seriously.”

“She’s not ready to leave.” Jenny pushed his hand away. “We’re about to start really having fun!”

Oh god…

Jenny grabbed a liquor bottle—and then I watched in horror as she threw it at one of the windows in the living room. The liquor bottle didn’t break, but the window certainly did. Glass flew everywhere. All of the people that were standing in the room immediately spun around to stare at it, and then there was a cheer. Jenny staggered over to one of her guests, pointed at his liquor bottle, and then pointed to one of the other windows. He seemed to be hesitant, but the crowd starts to chant his name—apparently, it was Gordon.

“Fuck it.” Gordon shrugged and then threw his liquor bottle at the other window—it shattered just like the first one.

“Jenny! Stop this!” I ran up and grabbed her arm.

“This is my house.” She pulled away from me. “If I want to break all of the windows out of it, I will.”

“What are you trying to do?!” I pushed her against the wall, mainly just to stop her from walking away from me. “This is just going to piss your dad off and make things worse!”

“Piss him off?” She laughed. “No, Leigh. I want him to throw me out!”

I stared at Jenny in stunned silence as she pushed my hand away. There was a method to her madness—but having clarity didn’t make me feel any better about what she was doing. She didn’t know that her father had some nefarious plan—a reason for making her come back to Sinn Manor. I couldn’t tell her—it was too risky. I didn’t even know if telling her the truth would put a stop to the chaos. The only good thing that came from it was that quite a few people took it as their cue to leave. They must have realized it was a bad idea.

I have to call Damien. I don’t know what else to do…

I ran up the stairs as the drunken teenagers who didn’t realize that trashing Jenny’s house was the worst idea in the world started helping her. My mother had worked really hard to replace the pictures in the hallway—Jenny knocked them off one by one. I could hear glass breaking in the room next to Edgar’s office—I didn’t know if it was a window or not. I felt like it was only a matter of time before the cops showed up. There were no houses close enough to hear what was going on—but if someone drove by and saw the broken windows, it was sure to attract attention. There was also a chance that someone who decided to leave would call them. I closed my door, and when I heard footsteps on the stairs, I pushed a chair under the doorknob just to be safe. I pulled my cell phone and started frantically typing a message to Damien.

Leigh: Hey! Please be awake…

Damien: I’m awake. Is something wrong?

Leigh: Yes! Your sister threw a party, and now she’s trashing Sinn Manor!

Damien: What the hell?

Leigh: She said that she wants your dad to throw her out…

Damien: Are you safe?

Leigh: I’m barricaded in my room. I don’t know how long that’s going to keep me safe.

Damien: Okay, I’m on the way. Don’t try to stop her on your own.

“I already tried that…” I threw my phone down and cringed when I heard something else break downstairs.

Please hurry…

Chapter Eighteen

Damien

The last thing I expected was to get a message from Leigh telling me that my sister was trashing Sinn Manor. I knew she was pissed off at our father—for leaving our mother and for making her move back in with him. I just didn’t think she would go off the deep end. She might have thought trashing Sinn Manor would piss our father off enough for him to throw her out, but that wasn’t going to happen if he needed her for something. She was just going to make her situation worse. I would have to figure out if there was a way to undo that part later—first I had to make sure Leigh was okay.

I drove as fast as I could, and when I turned into the driveway, I

could already tell that there wasn’t going to be any way to undo what my sister had done—not easily at least. Several windows had been busted out, and a kid that I assumed was one of Jenny’s friends was spray-painting the front door. I scared him off by honking my horn and hopped out of my car. The inside was worse than the outside. We jokingly said that it looked like a tornado had gone through Sinn Manor after we finished moving my mother out—Jenny had managed to make it look like a real tornado had touched down directly inside the living room.

“Jenny!” I hit the button that controlled the sound system in the house so that the music would stop playing.