She's My Everything (Crave and Claimed Book 1), Sam Crescent [books suggested by bill gates TXT] 📗

part of London or something, and he was the one who kept the streets clean. Drake was a loose cannon. Rumor had it he came from a rapist father, and he wasn’t used to being told no.

He was one of the few guys I steered well away from. Catching him on a bad day led to bad things.

The activity in the room paused. There was no need for me to see who had actually entered. For all of Drake’s craziness, it didn’t take the whole Monster Crew to create tension. It only needed one, and right now, Caleb Falls had entered the classroom.

The girls were all fawning over him. Me, I stayed perfectly still, used to keeping to myself. It was the only way to survive in hell.

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Caleb

 

“Dude, Bucati is a pussy. You remember what happened to him on the first day of school?” River asked. He bent down, grabbed a stone, and launched it across the parking lot toward the English teacher.

I smirked. There was nothing else to do.

Watching Bucati wander the school halls as if he was better than all of us pissed me off. It got on all of our nerves. Mr. English could keep his dick in his pants, but I’d been present when my father finally decided to pay a visit, and it hadn’t been pretty. Bucati pissed himself. Begged for his life. Then actually got down on his hands and knees and offered his body for personal use. Anything. My father had turned to me and told me this was what weak looked like.

I’d never forget it.

Since then, Bucati was paid, not well. The other teachers made sure they got a good deal out of it. Every now and then, he’d turn up at my father’s house to do what needed to be done. If it was a deal that needed to be sealed with a nice fuck, Bucati was there.

I didn’t like him.

Bucati acted the part of authority, like he was above all of us, but I saw the way he looked at some of the girls who came to this school. While my father believed he had Bucati made, I knew men like him would use an opportunity to screw up a bigger deal. Virginal girls were still a huge prize in our world. Unlike the exclusive, keep-it-in-the-family mafia, who didn’t frequent this school, our girls were still expected to act the part most of the time.

Some of the girls who went here were just pawns in their fathers’ lives. They had no chance of going up in the world, just down.

Getting laid was easy. There were many willing females. Some students, even teachers. I think Gael was the one to prove that a married civilian woman’s love meant nothing. A sweet little scientist had come to the school a few months ago, flashing her ring, again, looking rather smug. All it had taken were a few choice words from Gael, and she’d been bent over her desk, begging for his cock to be driven into her ass. For added proof and I was guessing pleasure, Gael had filmed the entire thing. Once he was done with her, he’d made her lick his cock squeaky clean and then smile at the camera.

It was what Gael liked to do. If there was ever a job that required toying with someone, he was always the first one in line.

“I’m not interested in throwing stones at people.” I jumped off the wall and headed to my car. Another gift from my father for a job well done. Where most of the people who went to Crude Hill High were still trying to prove themselves to their respective families, to earn their part, I had my place. I had the ink making me part of the Monsters’ Crew. All four of us had earned our spot.

At eighteen years old, I already had a body count of over ten. I had no feelings when it came to people.

My father liked to test me. Had even gotten me to kill a woman who had betrayed the crew. It was what we did. We owned cities, people, and we made sure everyone knew who they were dealing with.

Apart, we were all deadly, but bringing us together, we were the worst fucking enemy, and what was also rare, all of us were in high school at the same time. Our fathers had knocked up our mothers, and they’d all been pregnant at the same time. It was why our bond was so strong. From the time we were first born, all four of us had been pushed together. Without a doubt, I knew the only people I could trust were right in this room, and that was all I needed. There was no reason to rely on anyone else.

The only people I needed were right here and now.

Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.

Emily Crane walked out of the school gates. Like all the times before, her gaze was focused around her. She was the only person in the entire school who didn’t have a whole host of friends swarming around her. Fitting in clearly didn’t appeal to her. She wasn’t part of any clique. She made no friends.

With her arms weighed down by books, she headed toward a blackened-out car. A large man, a security guard, got out and held the door open for her. He tried to take the books but she dodged him, climbing into the car without another look at him.

Shaking my head, I smiled.

This school was never boring, with all this entertainment.

Crane was a well-respected man. Even my father talked about him highly. He was known for getting shit done and killing anyone who failed him. For anyone to get respect from my dad, it meant bad things happened a lot.

“I always think she’s a bit strange,” River said, climbing into the car, holding a knife in his hand. No matter where we went or what we did, he always held