“Like Cole and Aiden’s kinky shit. I’m not making that rubbish happen.” He pauses. “Back to my fantasy. It’s completely doable. Anyone?”

Aiden shakes his head. “Pass.”

“Besides,” Cole recovers from his fit of laughter. “You do realise that none of us is old enough to hire hookers.”

“Captain is.” Ronan meets my gaze with puppy eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that or you’ll be the only cake bunny hooker on your birthday.”

The guys burst out laughing, both Xander and Cole teasing Ronan who’s sulking and swearing that he’s not throwing any parties for us anymore.

Aiden falls back in step with me, letting his friends trudge ahead. “I heard you punched Vans.”

Except for his friends and me, everyone is a last name to Aiden. He doesn’t even bother to learn people’s names.

“Why?” I ask. “You’re going to tell your daddy about it?”

Aiden raises an eyebrow. “Do you honestly think Jonathan needs me to tell him anything that happens in this school?”b

“You’re playing with fire, Lev.” Aiden’s words bring me back to the present.

I stop and face him so we’re toe-to-toe. Only I have a few inches on him. “Yeah?”

“One miss.” He raises an index finger. “Whether it’s alcohol, fights, or any disaster, and you’re done for with my daddy. It’s checkmate.”

My jaw clenches so hard, my teeth hurt. I want to pummel Aiden into the wall and punch that smug look off his face.

Before I can act on the impulse and give Uncle the trouble he’s been pining for, Ronan’s high-pitched voice breaks the tension. “Oh. Shit.”

Cole winces as he throws me a look over his shoulder.

“What is it?” I walk ahead of Aiden and stop short in front of my black Jaguar.

On the windshield, there’s something written in white paint.

"Run along, King. You don’t need to beg for it.’" This was her..i knew it that bitch won't let it slide..