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“Sometimes you have to cut them loose or someone else will handle them.” Marco drops the gun down to his side. “I want them out of this city.”
“She could go live with the pool boy she’s always fucking. I think he lives a few towns over,” Grams suggests.
“Grandma!” I look over at her. She shrugs.
“I think a few states might be better,” Mr. Bradford says dryly. He doesn't sound shocked by Grams’ words.
“I’m not leaving Brightwood Prep.” Trent finally steps forward.
Mr. Bradford turns. In one quick motion, he backhands Trent. “You’ll do what you’re told, or you’ll be cut off for life.”
“By ‘cut off’ he doesn't only mean money,” Marco snarls. “You’re going to be lucky if I don’t cut your fucking eyes out.”
“You’re all so bloodthirsty,” I whisper under my breath. I don’t think Marco is done with Trent. We might walk out of here with him only having gotten a hit from his own father, but I can tell from the glint in Marco’s eyes that this is far from over.
“I’m bloodthirsty? You just broke that bitch’s nose,” Marco reminds me.
“It was an accident.” I look up at him and bat my eyelashes. He smirks, shaking his head.
Mrs. Bradford starts to cry more. It’s faker than me accidentally tripping her. Grams gives her a kick in the side for good measure.
“Grams!” I throw my hands up. I’m still so shocked by this side of her. “You’re going to break your toe or something.”
“The pictures.” Marco walks to Trent. Trent reaches a shaking hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Marco takes it from him, drops it to the floor, and stomps on it. “Don’t get any ideas. I already have someone wiping everything from every computer and phone this family has. Hope you don’t have anything important on them. It’s all gone.”
Trent’s father closes his eyes and shakes his head.
“How are you going to let this boy treat us like this?” Mrs. Bradford gets to her feet, almost falling over again in her heels.
“The boy you tried to fuck yesterday?” Mr. Bradford looks to his wife.
I glare at Marco.
Mrs. Bradford shuts her mouth now. Blood drips down onto her expensive blouse.
“I didn't touch that bitch. Trust me. She doesn't want me to. I’d choke the life out of her.” Marco looks like he’s still thinking about doing it. I grab his arm so he doesn't. As much as I hate all of them, I don’t want to see anyone die. I’m sure blood is something I’ll have to get used to when it comes to being with Marco, but for today I am done.
“See? That’s why I had to get her first,” Grams says smugly. I lock my fingers with Marco’s.
“Take me home.” I lean into him.
“As you wish.” He leans down and kisses the top of my head. I notice it’s in the same spot Trent did this morning. I don’t know what kind of look he just gave Trent, but he steps back, hitting the wall trying to make more space between himself and Marco.
“Don’t let me catch either of these two in this city,” he tells Mr. Bradford. “But I’m sure I’ll see you soon, Trent.” Marco lets go of my hand to wrap his arm around me.
“Are you ready, Ms. Garver?” he asks Grams.
She shakes her head. “Call me Grams.”
“Will do.” He nods for her to lead the way as we exit the house. There’s already a moving truck backed up to the garage. Men are going up and down the stairs getting our things. Marco walks us over to the car, opening the car door first for Grams and then for me.
“I trust you’ll handle the Trent boy,” Grams says as we pull away from the Bradford’s home.
“When it comes to Evangeline, you can trust I’ll always handle everything.”
