Logan blanches and then shrugs.

“She was mouthy, full of gossip. You know that. As soon as she found out that Danny was dead, she was threatening all sorts of shit. Talking to the cops, talking to you guys. Neil said he’d take care of her, and he did.” Logan glances over at the blonde girl again, and they exchange a long, studying sort of look.

He’s lying.

I open my mouth to suggest that to Vic, but he’s nodding, like Logan’s easy lies are actually working on him.

“Very good, Logan. You squeal like a little piggy, don’t you?” Victor goes completely still, like a vampire who’s forgotten how to breathe. That’s when I remember that despite his ability to control his temper, despite the fact that he keeps his hands clean most of the time … he’s the most dangerous letter in Havoc. “Say it, Logan. Tell me what you are.”

“What?’ Logan asks, backing up a little. But then he seems to realize that Callum is right behind him, looming like a monster in the dark. “I’m not saying that shit.”

“You will, or I’ll start breaking your fingers, one by one,” Cal says, and Logan curses under his breath.

“Fine, fuck this, I’m a little piggy. You happy now?” Logan spits the words out with a scowl, raking his fingers through the frosted tips of his brunette hair.

“And what sound do little piggies make?” Victor continues, smiling. He’s truly and utterly enjoying himself right now. I wet my lips with my tongue, and the girl in my arms squirms, like she can sense she’s on the precipice of disaster.

Logan just stares back at Victor for a moment, his hands shaking, his shoulders tense.

He has little choice but to comply.

It’s either his dignity, or his death.

“Oink, oink,” he breathes, nostrils flared, pupils dilated. If it were just him and Vic, I think he might try to fight him. As things stand, I could kill his girlfriend faster than he could win even a one-on-one fight, let alone one against four.

“Excellent. Now, get on your knees and kiss the toes of my boots. Say I’m sorry your majesty, and we’ll be finished here.” Vic’s smile gets a little wider as he studies Logan and his barely contained rage.

“No way,” Logan bites back, quivering as he looks from Hael to Oscar, back to Callum, then over to me and the girl in my arms. “You can’t ask me to do that, as a man, in front of my girls.”

“Do it, or you’ll see exactly how pissed off I get when my orders aren’t followed.” Victor cracks his tattooed knuckles in a very clear threat. “I’m losing my patience rapidly, Logan.”

Logan moves forward, as if he’s going to do what Vic’s asked. At the last second, he turns and takes off down the hallway.

Coward.

Victor moves so fast I barely register that he’s taken off after Logan. He grabs the other boy by the back of the hair, wrapping his arm around Logan’s neck and cutting off his scream. The two of them crash to the ground, but there’s no contest. Vic is much bigger, and much stronger. He turns Logan around, straddles him, and then puts his hands around his throat.

“No …” the blonde girl collapses against the lockers as she watches the scene unfold. I expect her to take off down the hall to try to rescue her boyfriend, but then she turns, and her eyes meet mine. “He left me,” she says, wonder and horror both apparent in her voice. “He left me.”

I release the raven-haired girl as Hael withdraws his knife, and she collapses to her knees, choking and sobbing.

“What is he doing?” I ask Oscar, watching Vic, stone-cold and immovable as Logan thrashes beneath him.

“Killing him,” Oscar answers easily. I look up, noticing that we’re in one of the school’s dark zones. Jesus. Havoc never does anything in half-measures. I wonder how long it’ll take me to get used to looking at a situation from every possible angle. “Usually takes about five minutes.”

“Five minutes?” I choke out as the two girls crawl toward each other, wrapping their arms around one another, and begin to sob. I’m sure this isn’t how they expected Snow Day to turn out. “Usually?” I add, after I really process what Oscar’s just said.

“Usually,” he agrees, and then he bends down next to the girls. “We’re going to let the two of you go back to the party,” he tells them, his long, inked fingers tapping against the glass of his iPad. “But if you say one word, if you make one misstep, I will be there waiting for you in the dark. Do you understand?”

“We understand,” the blonde whispers, pulling the other girl close. “I grew up in the southside.”

Oscar seems to think that’s explanation enough, rising to his feet.

Hael hooks a thumb in the direction of the doors at the end of the hall, where the two Havoc Crew girls are waiting outside.

“Skedaddle, ladies,” he says casually, and Logan’s girls scramble to their feet, heels loud against the floor as they run as fast as their stilettos will carry them. The doors open, close. Logan makes some awful, awful gurgling sounds.

And then it’s all over.

“Help me with the body,” Vic says after a few seconds. He stands up, and Cal and Hael move forward to assist him. Me, I’m wearing a pink party dress and stilettos. Silly me. When I picked this outfit out, I thought I’d be snorting cocaine with five Havoc Boys, not murdering one Charter boy. What a dumb mistake to make.

I approach the body anyway, bending low to grab one of Logan’s limbs. Vic stops me with a hand on my shoulder and shakes his head, leaving Cal and Hael to do the rest of the dirty work. He slips a cigarette from his pocket and lights up.

“Not you, beautiful girl,” he says around the cigarette. “You owe me a dance.”

My mouth drops open as Vic moves over to the side doors to the gym, the ones blocked with a piece of metal pipe. He waits for Cal and Hael to clear the doors heading outside, Oscar following just behind them, and then removes the blockade.

Victor opens the doors wide, nodding at several members of Havoc that are watching it from the inside, and then reaches back for my wrist.

Despite the fact that I just saw him kill a man with his bare hands, I take those inked fingers and curl my own around them.

“I want Aaron back,” I tell him as he drags me into the middle of the room, spinning me around to face him and putting one big hand on the curve of my waist. With the other, he clutches my hand so tightly it almost hurts. Yet, I do nothing to break that grip; it’s comforting, rather than frightening.

“We’ll get him back, I promise,” he tells me, turning me in time with the music and leaving me with a perfect view of Kali Rose-Kennedy and Sara Young, heading for the exit on the opposite side of the room. “I promise, wife,” he repeats.

And then Vic draws me in close and kisses the last of the breath from my lungs.

Aaron Fadler

The woods around the cabin make the perfect cover. The trees grow close together, and the canopy above me is thick and dense. Here and there, I stumble into patches of silver moonlight, but there’s not much else to help me navigate.

Sticking close to the road is both my best bet and my greatest risk. If somebody finds the cabin on fire and decides to come after me, this is the first place they’ll look.