Kings of Lockdown: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep Book 2)

It was strange to see anything that warm on his ice cold features, especially directed at someone outside of his little boys’ club. Although I guessed if I took him up on his offer of joining them then I’d be privy to more of that kind of thing. He’d be letting me in, offering me friendship, which was really just a step away from trust. And as much as I found it hard to believe that these three heartless men were capable of many real, honest emotions, I did believe in their bond. It was impossible to miss. They’d built a family out of broken misfits who thrived in the torment of others and there was something kind of beautiful in the savagery of that. Not that Saint deserved to have any kind of family after what his father had cost me. But maybe accepting his invitation into this club of broken monsters was the ticket I needed to get close enough to start righting those wrongs. It was my key into Saint’s life, joining his inner circle through a fluke of coincidence and a girl who had cast a spell on all of us.

“Coming to play with the big boys then, Coach?” Blake joked, throwing an arm around my neck like we were old buddies, trying to pin me in a head lock.

I jabbed him in the ribs with my elbow and I barked a laugh as he released me with a curse.

“Onwards horsey!” Kyan yelled, leaping onto Saint’s back and shouting. “Yah!”

I couldn’t help but laugh as Saint cursed him colourfully, shoving through the doors which led outside and spinning around several times until Kyan fell off.

The second his ass hit the ground, Blake leapt on him and started whaling on him, punching him in the chest as he tried to pin him down and Kyan called him a shit eating pretty boy.

Saint dove back into the fray too, helping Blake to pin Kyan down and he started yelling at me for help while he laughed. They were playing but they weren’t going easy on each other, though I noticed they didn’t aim for the face.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I was seriously going to start wrestling in the dirt with a bunch of my students.

“What’s the matter, Monroe?” Saint asked, grunting as Kyan swung a fist into his side. “Are you a pussy?”

No fucking way is a Memphis talking to me like that and getting away with it.

I dipped my shoulder low and sprinted at them, using a football tackle to knock both Blake and Saint off of Kyan in one move.

A triumphant laugh tore from Kyan’s lips as I held out a hand to heave him to his feet and to my surprise, I grinned at him too.

“Alright, fuckwits, let’s save some of that aggression for Bait,” Saint said. He had a wild look in his eyes which said that had barely even been the warm up for whatever cruelty he had planned. I found myself wanting to be on the front row of this shit show for better or worse. I wanted to see him in action. Work out what made him tick and how to use it to my advantage.

“Last one there has to suck my dick!” Blake yelled before tearing away from us with a whoop of laughter.

The others instantly broke into a run and I found myself sprinting too, caught up in the excitement of this game and beyond giving a shit that I was supposed to be their teacher. There was something about these boys. Something that really did put them beyond the rules that everyone else lived by. And though I never would have done something like this with any of my other students, I knew that no one would question anything I did with them. That was true power. The kind that was bought and traded for in ways so much more valuable than money. And sure, they were super rich, totally fucking entitled shitbags, but that wasn’t what set them apart. There was just something more to them which lured everyone in like moths to a flame. But right now I felt like I had wings of steel, and getting close to them didn’t burn one bit. Yet.

I chased after Blake, outstripping Kyan and then Saint before breaking into a sprint as I spotted Aspen Halls up ahead.

Blake cast me a glance from the corner of his eye as I came up on him and pushed into his own burst of speed, pumping his arms as he gave everything to hold me off.

He beat me to the building by an inch and I cursed as he whooped and fist pumped like he’d just won a marathon instead of a fucking sprint up a hill that no one gave a shit about.

I snorted a laugh at him as Saint came to a halt followed by Kyan.

“Where do you want me then?” Kyan asked, dropping to his knees and opening his mouth as Blake strode forward and rolled his fly down.

“You know I don’t care where you are so long as you swallow and tell me it tastes like strawberries when I come,” Blake replied seriously and my brows inched up a moment before the two of them looked at my face and started howling with laughter.

“Did you seriously think he was gonna suck my cock in the middle of the path?” Blake asked, slapping my arm as he continued to laugh.

“We only do brother blowies back at The Temple on Thursdays,” Kyan added with a smirk as he got to his feet again. “It’s at eight sharp so don’t be late or you’ll be last to get sucked off.”

“You guys are a bunch of fucking idiots,” I commented, rolling my eyes at them, though I had to admit that hanging out with them wasn’t