Page 76 of Sadistic Retribution

“I trust you. When is the meeting?”

“Today, twelve noon. It's in a random area of the city. I checked it, and it’s in an alley. There are only back doors to businesses around. I'm betting it will be in one of those.”

I think for a moment. “Any bars or dives around there?” From experience, I know these kinds of meetings start out in a place like that oftentimes.

“There’s a seedy strip club about two blocks from there. Thank you. This could help my guy find it easier.”

“Call me back afterwards.”

“Oh, I'm doing better than that. My guy will be fitted with a tiny cam and an earpiece that’s undetectable. I’m having the same earpieces delivered to your office, as we speak. A set for you, and one for Purge. You'll also get access to his cam feed.”

“Fantastic! Thank you. I'll head to my office now and fill the boys in once I get back.”

This could be huge. I’m praying that we will get concrete proof that the fathers are involved. I want to bury them!

Phoenyxx

Students part as I walk by, people standing back or moving to the other side of the hallway. This kind of power could go to a girl’s head.

I'm strolling through the admin building, on my way to Augustine's office for a report. I'm sure he'll be pleased at my extra chaos.

I took care of Destiny and took control of the campus. Now I’m supposed to procure a cornucopia of illegal substances to sellto the addicts here. Essentially, I’m to supply people with what they want… for a hefty price. Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, vapes, and weapons, mostly.

But just then, I’m lifted completely off the ground, pulled lengthwise between two bodies. One grabs my arms, the other my legs. This seems familiar...

I make eye contact with Trikk and Ghost. I spit at them but miss. “What the fuck now?” I hiss through gritted teeth.

“You’re on twenty-four-seven detention—starting now,” Ghost announces. “You will be with one of us at ALL times.”

“You're out of control, Bambi,” Trikk adds.

“Fuck. You. Both! Why the hell do you even care? I was shown the truth! It was Valley you all wanted—I was just a pawn!”

“What? That's...No! Never! I swear it on everything. Who showed you what?” Trikk asks, disbelief on his face.

“In The Morgue,” I grit out. “Videos of all of you talking about it.”

“You believed that, Malishka? You know video can be manipulated, right?”

I just scoff. “Sure, whatever. It's not like I care now, anyway.”

They don’t bother replying, just carry me to the main doors, then over to the boys’ dorm. Students gape and whisper. The ones I glare at look away quickly.

They struggle to get me up the stairs. Good. Fuckers. I get carried sideways inside and am deposited onto the sofa. I shoot death lasers at them, and at Synn and Frost, who come in from Purge’s room. “Bite me, losers!”

Synn bends down, grabbing my chin hard. “You will behave and stay put. Or else.”

“Wow, that sounds familiar. Threats again?” I toss back my head and laugh my ass off. “You do realize I’m not scared of you anymore, yeah?”

“Not trying to scare you. Just stating facts.”

“Can you at least fucking feed me, oh jailers?”

Trikk stands, Frost taking his place. He goes to the kitchen, probably to make pancakes. My inner eye roll almost gives me a headache.

Trikk

I'm making Bambi her favorite—pancakes. My baby still needs to be spoiled. Harris comes in after me.