So, he’d thought the least she could do was button his shirt back. Nero had to get something out of the whole thing if he was walking out with blue balls, and that was how he had decided to show her what her future held. She just had to lick it and give me the proudest fucking look.
The feel of her tits and ass in his hands had been exactly how he had thought they’d be. A little more than a handful of perfection. After that, all Nero had to do was hold them after he ripped her clothes off.
When Nero and Elle walked closer to the bleachers, he let her run to Chloe’s side. He was somehow not shocked that Chloe ended up looking worse than Elle after the whole thing, reminding him of what had happened during lunch. His hate began to outweigh his sexual needs again.
A moment later, Amo, Vincent and Leo walked over.
“Please tell me we can kill every motherfucker in that lunchroom now.” He had known Vincent was ready for a fight.
“I want the piece of shit who threw the carton of milk. Where did it come from?”
Nero didn’t think someone would try to pull a stunt like that with his crew there. Although Nero knew that the person had hit their intended target, it could have hit any one of them. He was blaming himself; he had been paying attention to what Elle was talking about. I should have seen it coming.
They all three shook their heads.
“All right, we need to ask around and make people talk.” Nero smoothed his hair down. “For some fucking reason, Elle won’t tell me what else they’ve done to her. That’s at least the second scar she will have on her head, and there’s no telling what kind of shit won’t leave a mark. I don’t care who has touched her, whether it’s dicks or bitches. We will do exactly what they did to her. I want every fucking detail.”
Amo finally spoke up. “That sounds fair, man.” Nero knew Amo was on the verge of murder just as much as he was. Good, I want Amo to snap some fucking necks.
“Yeah, way too fucking fair,” Vincent agreed.
Perfect, let’s all break necks. “Then we’ve got three fucking rounds of payback.”
Nero looked over at Elle sitting beside Chloe, whispering. He knew she was trying to comfort her. Nero was drawn to Elle by the way she protected Chloe. I just wish it didn’t mean becoming the target.
“She all right?” Amo asked him.
“Unfortunately, she takes hits too well.” He didn’t like how she could make a joke out of what had happened. She was probably happy it ended up hitting her.
Nero wasn’t okay with that.
“She’s some tough shit.” Vincent’s voice sounded proud.
“Yeah, I think the question is, will she be all right.” Nero noticed Chloe didn’t look quite as well.
Amo was definitely looking forward to the destruction about to come. “Let’s fucking find out.”
* * *
When Elle saw Chloe’s face, she ran to her side and sat down next to her on the bleachers.
“You okay, Chloe?”
Chloe’s face was a blank stare toward the floor. You would think there was nothing inside of her, but Elle knew she was fighting back her demons. Her hair was a curtain on the right side of her face; it killed Elle.
Chloe had actually been starting to become slightly comfortable. Elle noticed she had slept, eaten, and showed her face more in the passing days. Now it’s all gone to Hell.
When Chloe gave no response, Elle tried again.
“I’m fine. Just a little bump is all. You know, it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me. There’s a good thing in all this; they can’t get close to us clearly with these monsters.” Elle pointed to the guys talking a few feet away. “So, now they have to throw things at us. A milk carton, huh? That is totally cliché. I can’t believe the robots thought they’d take us down with that.” Elle knew Chloe appreciated a good joke.
When Chloe’s eyes glanced over at Elle, she knew she could break through.
“It could have been worse, you know?”
“How?” Chloe whispered back.
Elle smiled. She had gotten her to talk. “Well, the worst thing that could have happened from the whole thing was the milk carton could have busted. Chocolate milk is a bitch to get out.”
When Chloe attempted a smile, Elle relaxed.
“So, what do you think they’re going to do when they find out who threw it?” Elle looked up at the four guys staring at them.
“Something tells me I’d rather not know.” Chloe lowered her voice even more, not wanting them to know they were talking about them. “I thought Nero might have been crazy, but did you see Vincent? He has a multiple personality disorder that’s way worse than being bipolar.”