Page 29 of Fourth Wheel
A few guys in the crowd snicker—and I know exactly why. A grand is a drop in the bucket for most of these assholes.
“That is, if the charge is a first offense.”
I pause for dramatic effect, then scan my phone around the full circle, ensuring I get every single person’s face on camera.
“If a person being charged with assault already has a record, the penalties can increase.”
I clear my throat and continue. “Let’s say, for example, you were caught driving under the influence in high school. Or maybe there were charges filed by someone claiming you sexually assaulted them.” I look at Andrew for that one. The girls in my class didn’t call him “Handy Andy” for no reason.
“Suddenly, you’re looking at increased jail time, more fines, and your name in the press. Everything is Google-able these days. Nothing ever stays quiet in a town like this.”
The posture of a few of the guys in the crowd has deflated a bit.
“It would suck so hard for assault charges to prevent any of you from getting into medical school. Or for your name to be flagged on a background check for that social studies job you want so you can coach high school football.”
I fight back a snicker at my own dig—I know my audience.
“Walk away right now, and no one gets named. Keep going, and I’m calling the police.”
Andrew lurches toward me, and I can’t help but flinch this time.
“You’ve got some fucking nerve,” he jeers, looming over me, just inches away. He’s so close I can feel his hot breath on my face. It’s then I realize his proximity isn’t accidental.
He’s close. Too close. He doesn’t want anyone to hear our exchange.
He’s going to back down.
That realization gives me courage.
“It’s your call, Adley. I can get him out of here quietly… or I can call for help.”
He’s glaring at me with beady eyes the color of mud. The pungent scent of his deodorant is working overtime. He leans in closer so we’re standing toe to toe. We should be eye-level, but I swear he must prop up on his toes to give the illusion of being taller than me.
Four-inch wedges for the win!
“Not a word of this to anyone. And don’t try to defy me. You made your choice.”
I don’t know what the fuck that’s supposed to mean…
“Fine, Wheeler,” he declares loudly.
He reaches one hand toward me, and I lean back, but the threat in his eyes makes me pause. I swallow—hard—as I let him touch the side of my face. His meaty hand skims my jaw, then trails down the side of my neck.
I shudder.
He grins.
Then he reaches out and swipes a strand of hair off my shoulder, twirling it between his fingers before he gives it a little tug.
“Maddie and I have reached acompromisethat I think is more than fair. Fight’s over, boys. Go get a drink.”
I don’t move a muscle as the circle shifts. Some guys wander off, others stand around and heckle Adley about our supposed agreement.
I don’t dare even blink. The crowd may be gone, but the threat is far from over.
Adley leans in again, this time his words intended just for me. “Did you come here with friends tonight, Wheeler? You might want to let them know you won’t need a ride home. I’ll find you later.”
My eyes water without my fucking permission. I’m livid that he thinks he can manipulate me. I stand stock still and bite down on the inside of my cheek. I refuse to let a single tear fall.
