Page 80 of The Misfits
Nick is about to go down but to make it more interesting, I’m going to ensure Dexter’s dream comes true as well.
As my mother always said, it is better to wipe the board clean than leave a handful of pawns standing in the aftermath of greatness.
twenty-eight
DEXTER
With a grunt, I yank on the steering wheel of my borrowed ride, unlatch Megan’s seat belt, then lean across her fidgeting body to toss open her door. “Pee now. You won’t have time later.”
We’re already cutting it close. The roads out this way aren’t as well maintained as the ones I took to Megan’s family ranch, and although authorities believe my father’s little pet was Megan, I must remain cautious. They’re still hunting me—the supposed mastermind of our escape.
I won’t lie. When I watched the news reports circulating the country, my chest swelled almost as much as it did when I realized Megan is crazy with or without medication. She’s all shades of fucked-up, and I very much look forward to exploring just how dark her craziness seepsafterNick grovels at her feet.
Megan doesn’t need his forgiveness, she’ll never want for anything since she’s wholly given herself to me, but every psycho deserves to taste the tears of their victims at least once.
“Now, Megan,” I snap out when her ass remains planted in her seat. “If you don’t show up on time, we’re fucking done. He’ll never say sorry, and I’ll have no choice but to kill them all.” Her crinkled brows are as cute as the blood I smell seeping into the bandage hidden by her floral dress. “There are a lot of disadvantages with modern technology. Almost every jet in their fleet can be remotely controlled.” I’ve lost her with the computer talk, her cell phone before she was put away was the size of a brick, but I get her back when I make an explosive noise with my lips. “They’ll all go down together in a big fiery blaze.” I stop imagining the terror on Marcus’s face when the plane he’s helming commences plummeting back to earth when the alarm on my cell phone buzzes. “You’ll need to hold. We don’t have time.”
After slamming her door shut and acting ignorant to the heat radiating out of her, I pull our ride back onto the road and recommence our last ten miles to Bronte’s Peak.
Rise Up thinks they’re clever about security, that paying out the eye for big, beefy men to shadow their every move counterbalances my level of smarts.
They’re poorly mistaken.
Being a public figure makes them exactly that—public. And since they rarely do anything without their spouses and children, numerous opportunities were presented as to how we could get Nick alone, unarmed, and utterly fucking defenseless, but catching him unaware will be much more fun.
“Remember, in and out as soon as possible. We’re not hunting here, Megan. That will come once we have his son.” I pull into a parking lot a couple of spots up from the private school Nick’s ‘little treasure’ attends before angling my torso to face Megan. Her black wig is fucking with my head, and the scent of her heated skin has my cock disregarding the fact we’re about to add kidnap of a minor to my long list of charges, but other than that, she looks the part of a substitute teacher—ifshe could tone down the crazy in her eyes.
Megan shakes her head when I hold out my arm before muttering, “Test it.”
I don’t give her the chance to deny me again. I snatch the taser out of her purse, jab it into my sweaty skin, then forcefully make her press the button.
Fuck me.
The surge is as adrenaline-producing as Megan’s blood dancing on my taste buds.
“Alright. Alright,” I push out with a groan when Megan holds down the taser button a little longer than needed. A second longer and she’d singe the hairs off my balls. “If you hit him in the exact spot I showed you, he’ll go down long enough for you to make your getaway.” My words are rough. I hate sending Megan into battle by herself, but with McMallian College having only female teachers, I don’t have much choice. “This…” I snatch the lanyard out of the hand of the woman gagged and bound in the back seat of her sedan, “… will open the rear emergency exit doors. I’ll meet you there in five minutes.” When Megan nods, I reiterate, “Fiveminutes, Megan. Not a minute longer.”
She shakily nods again, presses her lips to the corner of my mouth, slips out of the car, then paces up the footpath that’s blocked at the end by three burly security personnel. Supposedly, all the Rise Up kids attend this school but were absent the past three days. They only returned today to say goodbye to their friends before they jet-set across the country with their parents, endless nannies, and personal tutors.
It’s a pity their popularity will be the commencement of their parents’ downfall.
With her floral dress, cashmere cardigan, and wedged sandals adding credit to the school credentials in front of her, Megan makes it past the security manning the front door of McMallian College without a second glance.
Their failure to see the evil in her stoic face and forced blandness will cost them more than their job.
It will also claim their lives.
twenty-nine
MEGAN
As I stride down a corridor where the chatter of excited children is noisier than the gurgles of my stomach, I wipe at the clump of sweat at the back of my neck. I’m hot all over, but it feels like more than recalling the time I lit a girl’s hair on fire because she said I was ugly.
My skin is clammy, and my stomach is twisted up in knots. I honestly feel ill, but I couldn’t even take Panadol as Dexter made sure every type of medicine is out of my reach while I showered.
I grunt at a woman approaching me from the other end of the hallway to gain her attention. After pointing at the map showing Jasper’s class, I lift my eyes to hers. She’s taken aback by my non-verbal question. So much so I’m forced to speak. “It’s my f-first day, and I’m running late. Positions are hard to get in this community, and I’m afraid I’ve ruined any chance of securing a full-time placement.” I huff. “I’m so angry at myself.”
I don’t know what shocks me more, the maturity of my reply or the fact I no longer feel as if I am one of the children weaving around us. Dexter said the medication would eventually wear off and that I’d mature right along with their disappearance, but I hadn’t expected such a quick improvement.
