Page 88 of The Deceptions
Wilder
How very specific of you…
Malic
Also, it was on the SlamApp. *Giggle emoji* Pictures and all!
Wilder
Of course it is…
Fucking SlamApp. Whatever asshole created that wanted chaos across this damn campus. Sure, it helps us get the word out on fights and who we want to call out. It’s entertainment.
But nothing here is a true secret. Spies are everywhere, eager to enhance the bad blood between everyone and continue the feuds.
Wilder
Did you suddenly find the emojis?
Malic
You could say a songbird told me all about them… *Bird emoji* *Knife emoji* *Blood emoji*
I tongue the end of my cigarette and sigh.
Malic
You were asleep, Old Chap. I couldn’t disturb you when duty called. He was singing so loud too. *Grinning emoji* *Hehe emoji*
You really missed out. *Shrug emoji*
Wilder
Wake me next time you run off to torture someone…
Or you might get yourself killed.
Malic
Yes, Keeper! *Salute emoji*
I lean against the wall with a sigh, tucking my cell phone into my pocket. My next step is putting a tracker under Malic’s skin so he stops sneaking out and torturing people without me knowing.
I’m sure whoever he put in his chair deserved it. Hell, I’m sure Boss Man called him specifically to take care of the problem.
But I’m his fucking keeper. His conscience. The one who keeps him in line when he wants to lash out and can’t contain his feelings. And he was let loose without my knowledge.
Fuck.
I run a hand over my near-bald head, deep in thought. I’ll have to be more vigilant and keep an eye on him. Every step of the way. More than I already do. But I can only be in so many places at once. Like being here in class. Malic has his own shit to do, and I have mine.
Maybe I should put him on a damn leash. It’s not like he’s actually here to learn, unlike me. If I can get my collegeeducation and earn my degree, maybe I can make more money for my mom’s care.
But Boss Man will always know where I am.
Fuck.
I never wanted this for my fucking life. It’s the entire reason I stayed behind after Mack took off to work for Franco. The Mob brings nothing but bullshit to your doorstep.
