Just Drop Out (Hannaford Prep, #1)

by J. Bree

I’m the Wolf of Mounts Bay, and I can survive anything.

Fucking rich dicks.

“I wouldn't fuck you if you were the only rich dick left in this building. I wouldn't touch your disgusting cock for a million dollars.”

What’s the worst that can happen to me there? A lot of things, but how many of those could actually break me? Very little. I feel like no matter what I choose, I'm going to get burned.

I want to punch him. In the dick.

Hehhhe

He blows out a breath like he’s frustrated. I don’t think he’s ever really known that emotion.

“First to fuck you gets the sweep. There’s currently a hundred and forty grand on the line, and it’s climbing daily. I thought it would be worth a quick fuck even if you are Mounty trash.”

Assholes

I could have Joey taken out of my life as permanently as I wanted. It amuses me that Ash and Harley warn me about him. If only they knew who I really was.

I don’t need another rich kid hating on me. I need to learn to shut my mouth and keep my head down. I need to stop feeling all these emotions for gorgeous rich boys.

I know exactly what it means to look into the soul of a killer.

I wasn’t wrong. He doesn’t break me. But fuck it if I don’t bend a little.

Everything that is destroying the little scraps that remain of my soul slips away and, instead, I open the box in my mind, and I let my senses out to play. I’d honed these senses for two years under the watchful eye of the Jackal. I’d learned how to walk in and out of a building without a single eye touching me. I’d learned how to endure extreme, bone-shattering pain without screaming out. I’d learned how to kill a man. I’d left all this behind me when I’d arrived at Hannaford, but now I let it all out.

He looks at me like he’s let a monster into his school. He has.

After my self-imposed sabbatical from my classes, I make an important decision: I’m going to unleash the Wolf on these wealthy assholes and show them some real-life consequences for their terrible behavior.

Hell yes

“Good shower?” I prod at him. “Great. Just what I needed. How's your bowels?” “Lovely and cleared, thanks for asking.”

HAHA

There are things I know better than most about myself and the ways of the world. A night of no sleep won’t kill me. A week without food won’t kill me. Finding my mother's dead body rotting on my kitchen floor won’t kill me. A bullet to the shoulder won’t kill me. The bullying at Hannaford Prep won’t kill me.

Instead, here I am trying to decipher obscure text messages from gangster kingpins while planning my next move against billionaire sociopaths. I need to catch a break.

Yeah u def do

I will pay little Joey a visit. Do not argue with me on this.

Ohhhh that will be interesting

“I won’t fuck you. I won’t fuck anyone at this school, not for a hundred grand.” “The pot is sitting around the seven hundred grand mark now, Mounty,”

Fucking crazy

“Well, I won’t fuck you for that either, even if my percentage was a hundred percent. If you so much as look in my direction again, I will bury you. Do those rumors make their way up here about us Mountys too? About how easily I can and will kill you for insulting me?”

Fuck yes

“Tell me who the fuck did that to you, or I’ll tell the teacher you’re spreading Mounty diseases by leaking blood everywhere.”

Hihih

I snort at myself. I’ve just watched him pummel another student to the point the kid had to be intubated before he was scraped off the chapel floor by the EMT’s, and yet, that had proved to me that I had nothing to be afraid of. Funny old world.

I wish so much that we had met under different circumstances and we could be friends. The fierce, protective nature of him draws me in like nothing else. I want him, but I want to be in his circle more.

Harley is the mobster’s son.

Of course

Each of the twelve had a color assigned to them. If you were willing to pay another member in a favor, you had to have the cash to buy and hand over a diamond in the color you’re assigned. I have at least three in every color except my own.

Well damn

When he touches me, I don’t want oxygen? I just want to consume him.

Joseph Campbell Fedor Beaumont, or Joey, isn’t a killer in the making. He’s already got three deaths under his belt.

Of cour

“This isn’t payment, it’s a white flag. And an olive branch. I want to be your friend.”

“I don't have friends either. I want one, and I want one as fierce as you.”

Aww