Page 230 of Depraved Boys

“That’s enough,” Sebastian snapped.

Bianca backed away, nostrils flaring. “What do you all see in her?”

Prakash placed a hand on my knee. “Beauty, kindness, intelligence, integrity.”

“She’s just a replacement for Corrine Gibbons,” Bianca spat.

“Kash missed out another important trait,” said Leopold. “Sanity, which is something lacking in you and the late Miss Gibbons.”

Her eyes flashed, and she fixed Prakash and Leopold with hateful glowers. “I was going to save this morsel for the right moment. But since Pigsty is acting like the Queen of Virtue and Light, let’s see what you think about her when you hear her ugly secret.”

I tilted my head to the side, thinking through every embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me since I could remember. Nothing was bad enough to make the kings turn against me. So, what had Ashley told the queens that could possibly be so bad?

Turning to Leopold, she curled her lips into a wicked smile. “She wasn’t a virgin when you fucked her.”

All the blood drained from my face, and bile rose to the back of my throat. Had the girls brought a boy with them to Ashley’s initiation?

I glanced at Prakash, who looked like he was going to vomit. Then I turned to Sebastian, whose face hardened into a blank mask. Leopold scowled, and his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

The entire common room went silent except for the tumble of items moving through the vending machine.

Bianca placed her hands on her hips and rocked back on her heels. The jubilation shining on her bruised face made me want to lash out and blacken her other eye, but my mind raced with possibilities.

The longer she stretched out the silence, the harder my insides trembled. Why hadn’t the forensic report mentioned semen in the genetic samples? Would I need a round of STD testing?

“Bianca,” Sebastian growled, “If you’re going to say that Bruce Wilmington or the Riley twins—”

“It was a twin, alright!” She folded her arms across her chest and smirked. “But not Barrett or Jarrett.”

Cormac. She was going to drag Cormac’s name into this and create an even bigger rift between us. Perhaps she tired of all the attention Geraldine was giving him and wanted her friend to bring forward his pigging.

Shallow breaths wheezed in and out of my lungs. I had to tell myself that Bianca was a liar, desperate to hurt me because I’d refused to fall in line with her father’s demands.

With the most theatrical of movements, Bianca glanced from left to right, as though checking for eavesdroppers, then she cupped one hand at the side of her mouth in an overly dramatic whisper.

“Ashley.”

“What?” I tilted my head to the other side.

Leopold folded his arms across his chest. “She doesn’t have a prick.”

She wrinkled her nose in a way that indicated that she didn’t find Leopold’s comment remotely funny. “The final part of Ashley’s initiation was to stuff the pork ribs in her own sister’s twat.”

The words slammed into my gut, making my muscles stiffen. Beside me, Prakash gasped, and Sebastian sucked in a breath through his teeth. Bianca was too busy checking Sebastian’s reaction to notice mine.

The memory of Ashley lying among bags of designer items resurfaced. She hadn’t applied for a credit card under Mom’s name, after all. Mr. Selby had helped us close out all their accounts and transfer the utility bills to my name. All the credit agencies would have Mom’s name and date of birth listed as deceased.

Without thinking, I whispered, “Ashley won Geraldine’s ten-thousand-pound challenge.”

Bianca’s smirk was triumphant. “In cash, and we helped her spend it on bags and shoes and expensive makeup.”

I shook my head and breathed through the shock. Bianca should have unveiled that revelation before I’d learned that Ashley had made two boys die of a drug overdose. Right now, it was the least of her crimes.

Prakash squeezed my leg and lowered his brows into an are-you-alright look. I gave him a quick nod and made a mental note to ask the police to take a sample of Ashley’s DNA as soon as they caught up with her in Ibiza or wherever she had disappeared.

She stepped forward and placed both hands on her hips. “You’re no better than anyone else, Pigsty.”

I rubbed my chin, feigning disinterest. “Interesting… By your definition, I lost my virginity at twelve, when I inserted my first tampon.”