Corrupt

by Penelope Douglas

  He narrowed his eyes, turning it over in his head.

  What did he have to lose? I couldn’t keep anything. The law protected Rika. And as far as my father knew, I had no reason to mismanage her estate. Why would I want to seize her house, close down the business, freeze her assets…?

  “FANE,” he said, finally coming to terms with the idea.

  “And the house and all their other holdings,” I reminded him. “And if I do well, I get Delcour and the fifty thousand shares.”

  I didn’t give a fuck about Delcour and the shares, but I wanted to keep up the pretense that the Fane estate wasn’t the real prize.

  He paused but finally nodded, accepting the deal. “I’ll have Monroe change over the power of attorney and fax you the papers later today.”

  And then, looking at me sternly, he pointed out, “You’re getting a chance, because you’re blood, Michael. And only because you’re blood. If I were you, I’d prove my worth by not fucking this up. You might not get a second chance.”

  I kept my smile to myself. I wouldn’t need a second chance.

  I turned and walked for the door, ready to leave, but then I stopped.

  “Why not me?” I pivoted back around, looking at him. “Why didn’t you consider me to marry her?”

  “I did,” he answered. “You’re too volatile, and I need her happy and pliant. You’d make her miserable.”

  I cocked an eyebrow, looking away. Well, he was right, wasn’t he? I had every intention of hurting her beyond repair.

  But he didn’t know that. He was reading into something else. Knowing nothing about the bad blood between Rika and me, my father thought I wasn’t good for her.

  I walked out of the office, slamming his door closed behind me with a loud thud. Anger coiled in my gut, and I hardened my jaw. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered, I reminded myself.

  He thought he’d secure the Fane money and connections and that he would control everything through Trevor. He had no idea that I was going to drive everything into the ground.

  And he had no idea that my plans had just now changed. He and Trevor would never get their hands on her. I’d see her dead first.

  I stepped into the elevator, pushing the button for the lobby and feeling my phone vibrate inside my suit jacket.

  Pulling it out of my breast pocket, I clicked on a text message from Will.

  No more house.

  And my eyes rounded, seeing a picture of the foyer of the Fane’s home covered in flames.

  What the fuck! My heart filled my throat, and I stopped breathing. They’d acted without me.

  We planned to take the house, not burn it down!

  I worked quickly, dialing the security office at the community.

  The night guard answered immediately.

  “Ferguson!” I growled. “The Fane’s house!”

  “Yes, sir,” he rushed out. “I already called 911. Fire trucks are on their way.”

  I hung up and instantly twisted to the side, slamming my fist into the elevator wall. “Goddammit!”

  Three Years Ago

  I SHOULD’VE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM. Miles and Astrid were ugly and vile, and I couldn’t believe what they’d tried to do to me in there.

  I fisted my hands as I sat in Michael’s car, waiting for the guys to come out of Sticks.

  Astrid and Miles deserved so much more than what they got. Tears welled as I chewed on my thumb nail and stared out the window, holding my cries back.

  They would’ve raped me in that bathroom. And they would’ve gotten away with it.

  Rage fired under my skin, and I wanted to go back in and hit them until they understood. Until they knew I wasn’t a victim.

  I moved to open the door, but I looked up and stopped, noticing the guys coming out of the pool hall.

  They still wore their masks, and I spotted several people inside following them with their eyes.

  Everyone knew who the Horsemen were and probably had no doubt about the shenanigans they were up to tonight. While interested, onlookers wouldn’t interfere.

  Michael and Kai slid into the front seats while Damon climbed in Will’s side, dropping into the back as usual. Will followed, sitting down next to me and slamming the door, and I noticed that the sleeve of his sweatshirt was torn. There must’ve been a struggle.

  I almost started to worry if he was hurt, but he was laughing his ass off.

  “What did you guys do?” I asked.

  Everyone pulled off their masks, setting them aside, and I watched Will wink at me and shoot me a dashing grin.

  “Hold out your hand,” he instructed.

  My stomach sunk. Shit. What now?

  Reluctantly, I inched out my left hand and watched as he lay something soft and red across my hand, the strands spilling over the sides like a scarf.

  He removed his hand, and my eyes rounded.

  “Oh, my God,” I gasped, horror heating my blood. “Is this…” I breathed out, trying to wrap my head around it. “Is this from them?”

  In my hand, sat a bloodied tooth and a thick rope of long, red hair.

  I cringed, acid burning my throat as the weight of what was in my hand suddenly went from nothing to a thousand pounds.

  “We took a souvenir from each,” Will explained.

  Kai spoke over his shoulder from the front seat. “They won’t ever touch you again.”

  “They’ll never even look at you again,” Damon chimed in from the back.

  “But won’t they tell someone?” I knew I sounded worried, but my hand was shaking, desperate to get rid of the shit in it.

  “Who they going to tell?” Michael started the engine and peering at me in the rearview mirror, smirking. “My dad is in three real estate ventures with the Andersons.”

  I sat there frozen as realization hit. Holy shit. He was right.

  The law may have failed to protect me, but it also worked the other way around, too. Who were Miles and Astrid going to tell to get justice now?

  I let out a smile. No one.

  “A ‘thank you’ might be in order,” Damon said behind me.

  “I...” I stared at the tooth again, its bloodied root growing cold on my hand. “I’m just a little weirded out.” I offered a nervous laugh.

  “You would’ve been a lot more weirded out waking up naked with the cum of ten guys spilling out of you at that party,” he retorted. “Not to mention what they were going to do to you in that bathroom.”

  I dropped my eyes, the horror of what’s he’d said hitting me as I stared at the tooth and hair.

  “Yeah,” I whispered, in complete agreement.

  Last spring, passed out on that bed, what would’ve happened to me after they were done? Would they have invited more to come in and hurt me, one after the other? Pictures? Videos? How many people would’ve violated me?

  I clenched my teeth, suddenly wanting them to hurt more. I wanted to kill them. No one should hold the power to change your life forever.

  Closing my fist around the objects, I stared hard. “Thank you.”

  I heard the click of Damon’s lighter and then an exhale as he blew out smoke. “Your attempt to strong-arm them was cute, though.”

  I rolled my eyes, opening the door and quickly disposing of the tooth and hair in the stream of water flowing to the gutter. The remnants of their assault disappeared into the void.

  There was nothing wrong with my attempt. Maybe I didn’t chop off body parts, but I’d defended myself. What more did they want?

  Slamming the door, I wiped my hand on my black sweatshirt, thinking I should definitely burn my clothes after tonight.

  As if sensing my questions, Kai peeked over his shoulder, speaking to me, “When you want to make an impression and you think you’ve gone far enough, go a little further. Always leave them wondering if you’re just a little bit crazy, and people will never fuck with you again.”

  I nodded, understanding. I wasn’t sure if I could ever do what they had done, but I knew wha
t he was saying. When your enemies didn’t know your limits, they didn’t press them.

  Michael pulled away from the curb, rounding the corner down Baylor Street.

  “What took you guys so long?” I finally asked, remembering that they’d waited far longer to come in after me than I’d told them to.

  “We waited for his girlfriend to follow,” Will answered.

  “Don’t worry,” Kai assured. “We wouldn’t have waited too much longer. You did good.”

  I stared out the window, seeing teens laughing and joking around on the sidewalk outside the theater as we passed. Halloween decorations—ghosts with flowing white gauze—blew in the breeze as they hung from the street lamps. Orange leaves spilled down from the trees, and I could smell rain coming.

  “Let’s go find some food away from the scene of our latest crime,” Will joked, reaching up the front and cranking up Drowning Pool’s Bodies.

  He started rocking out to his air guitar as Michael took a right onto Breckinridge, circling the town square. I glanced over, always enjoying the sight of the park in the town center. The small pond glittered with the white lights from the trees surrounding it, and orange bulbs had replaced the normally white ones in the lanterns, bringing a festive feeling to the square. Halloween flags danced off poles hanging outside the shops along with jack-o’-lanterns and more decorations.

  “Hey, stop!” Will shouted. “Stop!”

  “What?” Michael called, slamming on the brakes and making all of us jerk in our seats.

  Will rolled down his window, and Michael turned down the music, waiting.

  “She finished it,” Will said, gazing into the park.

  I cocked my head, trying to see what he was seeing, but I wasn’t sure what we were looking at. I glanced to my right, seeing FANE, my family’s store across the street. The glass display cases were all lit up, and even from here, I could see jewelry glittering.

  I turned back, seeing Will still staring out the window in silence. He then twisted his head, holding his hand over his shoulder to Damon.

  “Give me a bottle,” he ordered.

  “Why?”

  “You know why,” Will shot back, and I blinked, surprised at his suddenly sharp tone. “Give it to me.”

  “Not out in the open like this,” Kai argued.

  “Screw that.” Will shook his hand at Damon, urging him. “Now!”

  What the hell was going on? I saw Damon shoot Michael a quick glance through the rearview mirror as if still not sure.

  “Give him a bottle,” Michael said quietly.

  My heart skipped a beat, wondering what he was going to do. If Kai was nervous, whatever it was wasn’t a good idea. And if Damon was nervous, it definitely wasn’t a good idea.

  Will slid his mask back on his face and pulled his dark hood over his hair before reaching over, sticking his hand in the center pocket of my sweatshirt, and pulling out my matches. Then taking a bottle of liquor and cloth from Damon, he swung his door open and hopped out.

  “Jesus,” Damon said, sounding suddenly worried as he shouted after him. “Fuck that bitch. I don’t even know why you care!”

  But Will didn’t seem to hear him. He kept walking, fiddling with the materials in front of him.

  Who were they talking about?

  “Let’s go,” Michael said, opening his door and climbing out.

  I watched as they all pulled on their masks and hoods and slammed their doors shut.

  I clutched the handle, not sure I wanted to follow. They didn’t all seem on board with what Will was going to do, and I didn’t have a mask.

  “Come on.” Michael peered through Will’s open window. “We all go. It’s the rules.”

  Ooookay. All for one and one for all then? But that wasn’t really true. Damon had gotten away with doing his prank in private, but I guess, since it was a very private thing he was doing, I wouldn’t want to be around for that anyway.

  I hesitated, blowing out a sigh and yanking my hood up.

  I climbed out Will’s side and walked briskly next to Michael, stuffing my hands into my sweatshirt.

  Scanning the area, I noticed several bystanders, teenagers and couples, and they were all staring at the men in masks. I kept my head down, trying to be invisible.

  I spotted Will with a rag now stuffed in the bottle of alcohol as he, Damon, and Kai headed for what looked like the Witch’s Hat Gazebo in the park.

  What?

  “Why’s he going after the gazebo?” I asked Michael.

  “Because he’s in love with the girl who built it,” he replied, “and she can’t stand him.”

  I pinched my eyebrows together, confused and not caring who saw my face anymore.

  “Emmy Scott?” I shot out, wanting to laugh.

  “What?” Michael looked at me, not sharing the joke.

  “Well, she’s not…” I trailed off, thinking of moody little Emory Scott in her black-rimmed glasses and overalls who never wore a stitch of make-up. “Well, she’s not really his type, is she?”

  I couldn’t believe it. This had to be a mistake. Will had only ever been seen with girly girls in short skirts with perfect hair. Girls who knew how to flirt. Emmy Scott was…well, kind of a nerd by everyone’s opinion, including her own.

  We stopped as we neared the gazebo, and I turned my head, seeing Michael’s piercing eyes lock with mine.

  “We want what we want,” he explained, the weight of his soft words meaning more than I think he intended.

  And my heart starting beating faster.

  I glanced over to the guys, seeing Damon hold the bottle as Will lit the cloth, and I shook my head.

  “I don’t like this,” I whispered, keeping my head down again. “Emmy’s a good person, and she worked her ass off on that gazebo. It was her senior project for Social Science. It got her into Berkeley.”

  She’d built the gazebo a year ago last summer, and while she may have been thrilled to get out of here and go off to college, she’d certainly put everything she had into that gazebo, as well as a few other little projects she’d built around town.

  Michael tipped his chin up. “He’ll make it right,” he assured. “Let him go through his shit.”

  And then, before I could say anything, I saw a flash of light fly through the air. I held my breath as the bottle crashed into the gazebo, an explosion of flame bursting forth and drowning every inch of wood in fire.

  “Oh, Jesus.” I shot my hand to my forehead, guilt filling me up. “I’m not watching this. This is a dick move!”

  I spun around, but Michael grabbed my arm. “You stand with us or you can go home,” he warned.

  I yanked my arm out of his grasp, scowling up at him.

  I didn’t want to go home.

  But this wasn’t fun, either. They were being assholes, and if I didn’t stand my ground, he’d always see me as weak.

  I stalked off, back toward to the street to where the car sat.

  Screw them. I’d find an open business and call Noah to pick me up.

  Pulling open the car door, I dug inside the back pocket of Kai’s seat where I’d stuffed my phone and pulled it out, slamming the door.

  The fire blazed only a short distance away, and several excited voices rang out around me.

  “Oh, shit!” someone called, noticing the blaze.

  There were more gasps and a few excited laughs. Certain people knew what to expect on Devil’s Night and had probably been waiting for it.

  I ignored them and swiped the screen of my phone, dialing 911. Maybe the fire trucks had gotten back through.

  I hesitated a moment, not wanting to get the guys in trouble, but then I remembered that they didn’t get in trouble.

  Fuck it. I pressed Call.

  “Stop!”

  I jerked my head up, seeing Officer Baker across the street in the park. My stomach dropped.

  Oh, no.

  He was headed straight for the guys. With his hand on his firearm, he slowly approached where they
all stood together now. “Hands in the air! Now!”

  I ended the call, knowing he probably called it in already.

  “Shit!” I heard Will growl. “Dammit!”

  “Hands up! Now!” Baker bellowed again. “You little shits are done for the night! I’m taking you in!”

  “Son of a bitch,” I breathed out, stuffing my phone in my sweatshirt.

  Michael’s hands went up first, slowly followed by everyone else.

  “This really ruins our night, Baker,” Will joked, and I heard the rest of the guys erupt in laughter.

  “Down on the ground!” the officer shouted, ignoring their teasing. “Slowly.”

  “My father’s going to have my head,” Kai grumbled.

  My pulse raced, and I watched as they all lowered to the ground and a crowd of spectators gathering around the scene.

  It wasn’t the first time the guys had gotten taken in. Baker would probably just keep them for the night so they didn’t do any more damage and then release them in the morning.

  But then I shot my eyes back and forth, noticing several people take out their cell phones and begin recording.

  “Take your masks off,” the officer ordered.

  My jaw dropped open as I breathed hard. No.

  Not with everyone fucking recording! Michael would be made, and he’d lose his spot on the team. Not that I cared.

  Okay, yes. I fucking cared.

  I shot my head around, twisting side to side and looking for something—anything—to do. Something to distract the cop.

  And then I froze, seeing the store windows of FANE.

  My heart in my throat, I didn’t stop to think.

  Just do it.

  Lunging for the rear of the car, I opened it and dug out a crow bar. Slamming the back door closed again, I pulled my hood down over my eyes and ran up to the display case, which showed off a glittering set of ruby earrings with a matching necklace and a ring, probably worth over a quarter of a million dollars.

  Yeah, my family didn’t fuck around when it came to jewels. We were worth as much, if not more, than the Crists.

  I raised my arm, wincing with fright at what I was about to do. “Shit,” I whimpered.