Page 91 of Ivy's Venom

“No one is after us.” Dad scoffs. “We’re just a target for break ins because of where we live.”

“To come to that conclusion,” Saxon begins, “you would’ve had to look at the break in statistics around this area. I haven’t heard of any.”

They look at him dumbfounded and I snort. “He has a point.”

“And the cops being on our property like the Men in Black is also fucking strange.” Saxon leans back in his seat.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” Mom says to him and I snort again.

“Ivy, don’t encourage it.” Dad chastises.

“So, how long are we on lockdown?” I ask.

“This week.” Dad answers, “then everything will be back to normal.”

Both Saxon and I nod as we get up from the table.

“Ivy,” Mom says, “can you chill for a minute?”

I look at her as my heart thumps wildly and sweat gathers under my sweater, “sure.”

They wait for Saxon to leave the kitchen and then she looks at me pointedly, “what’s been going on with the Jones kid?”

“Neil?”

“That’s the one.” Dad answers.

“Nothing.”

“He’s been seen around your school and we know he’s been by here.” Mom states.

I know they’re not mad, more curious, and this is probably something Uncle Emmett asked them to do so he could clear Neil off the suspect list.

“It wasn’t him.” I shrug. “I know his body type and besides, we no longer talk.”

“Everything is okay?” Dad asks. I know if he felt like Neil was doing something wrong, he would fire him in an instant.

“Just didn’t work out.” I shrug.

“Alright,” Mom’s eyes soften.

I get up from the table and head out of the kitchen. No matter what went down between Neil and I, he’s still a really good guy, and now I need to know why the fuck he was at my school. Does he want to discuss things or is he looking to berate me some more?

Ivy’s street has been filled with cops the whole weekend and I am this close to storming the fucking place and demanding to know what’s going on. Friday night I stayed in with Amelia and played Scrabble, one fucking night off. Then Saturday and Sunday were fucking crazy.

Is she okay? I’ve had my phone in my hand with text messages to her typed out but too fucking chicken to press send. Something was going down at the Greene residence and now it makes sense that the cop was watching it closely.

Today, I will find out what happened if it means asking Vincent himself. I don’t care if he figures out I’m fucking stalking his house, I need to know that Ivy is okay. I get inside the building and stop short when I see the scar faced cop standing in the hallway next to Vin’s office. His brows crash together when he sees me and I know he recognizes me from when he drove by me.

I continue walking and pass by him, both of us never breaking eye contact, and knock on Vincent’s door.

“Yeah.”

I go inside and shut the door behind me.

“Mr. Greene…”

“Vin, Neil. You can call me Vin.” He cuts me off and looks up from his laptop.

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