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My vision blacks out for a second, then comes back. I laugh. “You hit like a cunt, you know that?”
He rears back again, his fist finally landing a decent blow on my nose. A burst of pain shoots through me, but I don’t hear a crack.
I grin, well aware a trail of blood is oozing from my busted lip. “That all you got, pretty boy? Your mom hit harder last night, and that was just foreplay.”
His eyes widen and he rears back again.
“Bradford! Davinci!” Headmaster McCollum’s stern voice stops Trent’s fist, but he points a finger in my face. “This isn’t over.”
I nod. “I know. Your mom wants sloppy seconds. I’ll be by tonight.”
He gut punches me as his teammates release me.
I double over and try to catch my breath.
“Bradford, my office, now. Davinci, get to the nurse.” The headmaster’s face is a brewing ice storm.
“I’m fine.” I straighten and wipe the blood from my nose with the back of my arm.
“Nurse. Now,” she snaps. “And you boys, get to class. I’ll be calling all of your parents, as well as Coach Smith.”
Trent’s minions groan.
“Double time!” The headmaster claps her hands.
They take off. I turn toward the infirmary.
“I’ll be calling your sister as well, Mr. Davinci.”
“Great.” I wave without looking back.
“Trent, you know better than this. Your father asked me to look after you, and I can’t do that when you keep . . .” Her voice trails off as she walks with Trent. She and Trent’s father are old friends--and some say current fuck buddies. He’ll get off easy while I’ll have to duck Sophia’s lecture until she finally nails me to the wall.
I turn down the nurse’s hall, then push through a side door out into the daylight. My time as a Davinci has taught me a few things about how to patch myself up. After all, my brother-in-law is the most powerful mafia boss in the city, maybe even the state by now. Trouble is a given.
But right now, trouble is a blonde with thick thighs, a clever mind, and a mouth I can’t stop thinking about.
* * *
She walks out of school with her head down and a couple of books in her arms. The bell rang a while ago, and I was about to go in and look for her, but she’s here now. I relax just seeing her.
Glancing at the now-cloudy sky, she turns right and keeps to the sidewalk. I assume she’s going to walk to her car in the mostly-empty lot, but she doesn’t. She keeps going out onto the main highway that runs past the school.
There’s no way she intends to walk all the way to Trent’s place. That has to be five miles, at least. But she doesn’t stop, head down, steps quick, keeps going even when thunder rumbles through the air.
I pull up beside her, and she casts a wary glance in my direction. When she sees it’s me, she smiles and turns all the way toward me.
“Get in, babydoll.”
She doesn’t hesitate as I reach over and push the door open for her. Sliding in, she drops her books and backpack in the floorboard and puts on her seatbelt. “Thank you. Hey, what happened to your face?”
“Fell into a doorknob.” I smile.
She raises her brows. “Wow. Try to be more careful.”
Why do I find her naïveté to be so goddamn sexy? I can’t help it. Something about her calls to me in a way that no other has before.
There have been plenty of girls at school that wanted my attention. I tired quickly of their vapid bullshit and constant need for popularity. I’m playing the long game. High school drama is the least of my concerns.
