Graven played this well, knowing we wouldn’t run him out as long as she was in sight.
The only reason I haven’t beat his ass tonight is because he stepped out back with a phone glued to his ear twenty minutes ago and she hasn’t moved her ass once.
A couple people have tried to stop next to her to talk, fishing for something, but she dismisses each one who gets within two feet with the wave of a hand – even the chick from the home that somehow ended up here tonight.
The girl looked a little sour over it, but Raven didn’t bat a lash.
A girl steps in front of me and the second she does, Raven’s eyes finally swing my way.
I knew she was watching.
I don’t recognize the chick, but her greedy stare tells me she knows exactly who I am.
The girl puts her elbows on the table, dropping her tits closer to my face like I’m some desperate motherfucker who can’t control himself and has to look.
Raven’s stare meets mine and she straightens in her seat.
You just gonna sit there, baby...not gonna come claim what’s yours?
A crease forms between her eyes.
She knows exactly what I want from her, but of course she does the opposite and slowly sits back.
With a subtle shake of my head, I stretch my neck back to look at the girl in front of me.
Her eyes light up now that she finally has my attention and a smile breaks over her face.
She’s not lacking in looks in any way, but she’s desperate and trying too hard.
I lift my chin slightly, letting her know I’ve got something to say and she bites into her bottom lip like a typical girl fighting to entice when she’s got no natural pull or appeal.
I keep Raven’s eyes locked in as the girl shifts, bringing her ear to my mouth as requested.
“Tell me your name,” I whisper, purposefully letting my heated breath waft over her skin.
Her chest inflates, and she leans in more. Every centimeter closer she gets, Raven’s eyes narrow to match.
I push it more by bringing my right hand up, letting my fingertips run the length of her arm.
I touch my lips to her ear and Raven’s hands grip the edge of her seat.
But suddenly her eyes snap left and mine follow to find Morgan, one of the JV cheerleaders, standing a few feet away.
Morgan senses Raven’s eyes on her and looks over, paling instantly before scrambling toward me and jerking the chick in my hands.
“Hey!” she shrieks, glaring at her friend, but when she catches Morgan’s blanched expression, she tenses. “What’s wrong?” she asks her.
Morgan gives a nervous half-grin, then leans over to whisper in her friend’s ear. The girl I’ve got my hands on eyes pop wide, panic struck in every inch of her.
“Shit.” She swallows, slowly pulling away from me and then the two quickly rush off, gather their friends from around the room, including the one Royce was fucking with, and all together rush out the door.
The fuck?
I glance at Captain right as Royce pushes forward glaring after them, then quickly turns back to us. “What just happened?”
“I’ll tell you what happened.”
We spin and glare at the chick behind me, but she doesn’t recoil.
She stands a little taller.
The group home chick, Vienna.
I look to Raven, but her seat’s now empty.
“That,” Vienna starts. “Was a taste of your own medicine, buddy.”
“Fuck you talkin’ about?” Royce bounds closer.
She smirks. “You wanted a queen, you made one. One like nobody here has ever known. Just as strong as you, just as brave. But there’s a clear difference between her and you guys.”
“Keep fucking talking,” I bark.
She laughs lightly, glancing between the three of us. “You’re calculated, she’s ... reckless.”
Her words hit me hard, because I know exactly where she’s going with this.
“They fear her now, just as you wanted. She has their respect, forced from the three of you from the beginning, but earned on her own. You thought the guys wouldn’t touch her?” She laughs. “Welcome to the other side of the spectrum, Brayshaws. Your very own queen might just dethrone you.” She looks across the room where Raven is exiting. “And with a Graven at her side, no less.”
My body starts to tremble in rage, but I stretch my neck to the side to force it away.
“Get the fuck out of here, group home girl,” Royce snaps. “And keep your little theory to your damn self.”
She laughs lightly, shrugs, and walks away.
Royce frowns after her. “She’s right, isn’t she?”
I look to Cap who nods lightly.
Damn it.
“She might be.”
“I can’t believe she’s fucking us like this,” he spits.
Yeah, I’m over this shit.
I don’t realize I’m moving until Captain wraps his arms around my shoulder and drags me into the closest room.
There are a few people inside, but Royce bounds through the door behind us and claps, signaling for them all to leave.
Once they’re out the door, he slams it closed and Cap steps back.
“What the fuck, man?” I shout.
“You can’t—”
“Can’t what?” I throw my hands out. “End this bull shit, beat his fucking ass until he can’t walk, force his ass back where he belongs and demand what’s mine stay that way? ‘Cause I sure as fuck feel like I can! I mean, what the fuck are we even doing? Fucking recon? Fuck this!”
“We don’t know she’s yours. For all we know, she planned this shit.”
“Do you really fucking think that, Cap?”
His lips form a flat line and he looks away. “I don’t know what the fuck to think, but we can’t push her. She knows things we can’t afford other people to find out about.”
Fuuuuck.
Zoey.
I drag my hands down my face, shaking my head. “Cap ... fuck, man I’m—”
He holds a palm up. “We’ll deal with it if it comes.”
“I think we need to get rid of her,” Royce interjects, and we look to him. He hesitates a minute, then shrugs his shoulders. “She’s with Collins. We can’t look past that.”