Page 55 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

“Hell, I don’t know.”

“Fucking find out,” Shane orders.

I dig my phone out and think of some way to get the information.

ME: Your father wants to know what time your classes are over.

TORI: Why? And why isn’t he texting me?

ME: His phone is dead. He’s standing right here. What do you want me to tell him?

TORI: I’m heading to my last class now. It lets out in about forty-five minutes.

ME: What’s your last class?

TORI: Biology. Why?

ME: What are you wearing?

TORI: Okay, is my dad really asking all these questions or are you just fucking with me?

ME: I swear. He’s right here.

TORI: A denim jacket and a floral skirt. Again, why?

ME: That one was just for me.

I send a tongue hanging out, heart-eyed emoji with it.

She sends me an emoji rolling its eyes.

I grin and glance up. All my brothers are staring at me.

“So?” Billy asks.

“Forty-five minutes.”

“Let’s get going, then. I need to stop and get gas,” TJ says.

We head out to our bikes and mount up, then roll through the industrial park to the gas station at the exit.

I top off my tank and hang the nozzle on the pump. My mind is a whirl, wondering how Tori is going to react when she sees not only me, but five of my brothers with me.

The six of us pull out of the gas station and head across town in a tight pack. Billy remembers the route and leads us to the school.

We ride up the same road where we’d abducted Connor last week, and I can’t help wondering if he’s returned to classes this week. If he’s on campus, I’d love to see the look on his face when he lays eyes on the six of us. I bet he shits his pants.

We roll up and stop at what looks like the student center, idling at the curb. We’re attracting the attention of everyone around, especially some girls passing by.

I jerk my head and motion them over.

“Hi,” a bubbly brunette greets me. “Are you enrolling?”

I laugh at her joke. “Nah, sweetheart, but could you tell me where we can find the biology building?”

She points to a modern looking concrete and glass structure. “It’s that one right over there.”

“Is that the main entrance?” I ask, checking the place out. “I’m waiting for my girl. Is this a good spot?”

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