Page 12 of Betraying Bexley

He’d never had to deal with shit like this before. Hell, the last time he’d witnessed a drive-by they put the wounded guy into a vehicle and the driver dumped his ass at the emergency room. It was fucked up to think about now, especially being with Bex. He didn’t think he could ever do the same to her. Leaving her behind and that shit scared the fuck out of him. “There was an incident.”

“What the fuck kid? I told you to fly under the radar.”

“Not us. We heard a scuffle and found Marybeth and Valerie standing over Bex in one of the workrooms. She’s bad, I think. Those fucking bitches beat her with her leg.” Alé’s lip curled and he gripped the phone tighter as anger replaced his worry.

“Son of a bitch,” Noah snarled. “What are you doing now?”

"Waiting for Bronx, Eito, Alex, and Jacolbi. Can you do us a solid with that? We'll take her to the house for safekeeping."

“The call to the school will be handled. Keep her safe until Asher and I can get there with Rae and Jamie. I’ll also let AJ and Scotty know too. Hang tight.” Noah cut off the call, leaving Alé to stare at Bex as she lay so still it was unnerving.

Not even three minutes later, his team came bounding out of the school, Bronx in the lead followed by Jacolbi, Alex, and Eito. Bronx and Jacolbi slipped into the backseat while Eito and Alex joined him in the front. Each one wore the same stoic expression on faces while Bronx’s was a mix of concern and anger. He understood how she felt at the moment. Had it been a guy who touched Bex, Alé would have beat him bloody, but with them being girls, he couldn’t lay a hand on them.

“Noah and crew are meeting us at the house. They’re bringing Doc Rae. It was the best I could come up with considering the information we have on Bex’s dad.” Alé pulled away from the school and took off down the road. “Did Bronx catch you up?”

“A little,” Eito said. “We’re not doing a very good job of protecting Bex.”

“Save the self-recrimination for later,” Alé said. “Right now, we need to get her settled and ready for Rae when they arrive.”

Eito grunted. “Looks like we need to do a little digging on The Bitches. Find out who their families are and destroy them from the inside.”

The guy didn’t see anything in shades of grey. It was either black or white for Eito. Alé chuckled to himself. “Why don’t we see who they are and find out if we can use them first, then if we can’t we’ll destroy them—legally.”

“Fine.”

“I can help,” Bronx said. “I have some skills. I have to. Plus, I want to rebuild Bex’s leg. Make it better than it was.”

“All right.”

“I’ll paint it,” Jacolbi joined in. “I mean, I’m not good with computers but I can trace the fuck out of accounts when it comes to money or drugs so I guess I could do that too. But, I’ll paint her leg. Give it an overhaul.”

“We’ll work on the connections to their families together,” Alex said, motioning to Eito. “If they have any skeletons in their closets, we’ll find them.”

“Good,” Alé replied. “Now we’re working as a team should be. I’ll be digging with Bronx. These three girls have too much power in the school to not have dirty laundry somewhere.”

When they arrived at the house, Jamie was already there. He stood at the open front door waiting for them. When Alé hustled toward him, the man stood aside then followed behind him. The concerned look on the man's face deepened when Alé placed Bex on his bed, allowing the man to see the damage done by two deranged girls. Already Bex's eye was beginning to swell. The arm he thought didn't look quite right, was purple and black with swelling near her wrist.

“What the fuck happened?”

Alé pulled Jamie from the room, so as not to startle Bex awake. "The girls at the school jumped her and beat her with her fucking prosthetic leg. Who the fuck does that shit? What kind of sick, twisted fuck thinks, you know, I’m going to rip your fake leg off of you then use it to beat the shit out of you?”

“Mierda.” Jamie scrubbed his face. “At least you got to her in time. No telling how long she would have laid there before someone found her.”

"I suspect it's why they went at her, to begin with." Alé glanced over his shoulder and found Bronx standing at the door holding the battered prosthetic covered in Bex's blood. "It's not your fault."

“Huh?” Confusion filled Jamie’s features.

“Bronx put The Bitches in their place today and it might have been the reason why this happened, but I doubt it a thousand percent.” Alé faced her. “Don’t blame yourself. You did the one thing none of us could, besides Iliana, you got close. You jumped headfirst, and we’ll get through this next part as long as you stick with us.”

She nodded. “I’m going to watch a few videos and see if I can get to work on fixing this monster.”

"Good idea," Alé replied. "She'll need it to walk. Can't let our new girl enter an ass-kicking contest without both her legs."

Bronx snorted. "She could always enter a one-legged ass-kicking contest."

Alé smothered a laugh at her Monty Python reference. “Not funny, Bronx.”

“Eh, I’m trying to relieve some of the tension. That shit scared the fuck out of me. I’ve never pulled my knife on girls my age before.”

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