Vendetta(19)

Millie cupped her hands around her mouth and made her voice sound crackly. “That’s one small step for Sophie, one giant leap for Alex’s sense of humor.”

Robbie sprinted off to reregister our name, leaving us with Foxy and Alex, who was already taking the whole situation a million times more seriously than we were.

“I’ve done a little recon,” he said, conveying his info like a Navy SEAL. “A lot of the other players are younger than us this year, which gives us the advantage …”

Millie punched me in the arm and my attention fell away from her brother. “What?”

“Now you’re literally going to die.” Her eyes had grown to the size of saucers, and I swiveled to follow her gaze. “That’s them, right? The Priestly brothers?”

She wasn’t fully wrong about the dying thing. My heart definitely slowed down for at least a couple of beats. Across the far court, the Priestly brothers were coming toward us; there were four of them this time, their connection to each other made plain by their olive skin and dark hair.

“I never thought I’d actually find basketball shorts attractive on a guy” was all I could manage.

“I was just thinking that,” said Millie.

What the hell are they even doing here? I wondered. Most of us had come for tradition’s sake — it was a pleasant enough way to kill time, a last resort on a sunny day for a bunch of kids who had nothing better to do. But these boys weren’t like the rest of Cedar Hill. I would have thought them above the idea of attending some Podunk neighborhood basketball tournament.

Luca was walking next to Nic, his face stern, and a new brother flanked them on either side. They probably could have nailed a five-legged race if they’d wanted to.

By the way the brothers seemed to zero in on Luca as he spoke, I assumed he was the eldest, though the others, the two I had yet to meet and who were remarkably similar to each other in appearance, could not have been that far behind — maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. They were shorter and more filled out, though they shared the same square jaws and strong cheekbones. I guessed Nic was the youngest of the four, though not by much.

“Holy handsomeness!” Millie was practically salivating. “Four Italian stallions carved from my dreams. Which one is Nic?”

My eyes hadn’t left him. “The one with the dark hair.”

“Ha-ha, very funny.”

“Second from the right.”

“Wow. And Luca?”

“Second from the left.”

Millie whistled to herself. “Hello, blue eyes.”

Alex prodded her in the shoulder. “Are you done? We’re trying to talk tactics.”

“Shut up,” she hissed, shaking him off. “I’m in the middle of something.” She narrowed her eyes, honing in. “OK, who’s on the far right? The one with the slicked-back hair? And is that a scar?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should call him Hair Gel.”

The closer they got, the more obvious it became that they were capturing the attention of every girl in the vicinity, and they looked like they knew it, too. I wondered where the fifth brother was — the bright-eyed boy from the window who’d raised his hand without a smile — but the thought vanished when Nic’s eyes found mine and I nearly exploded with butterflies.

“Hi,” he mouthed.

I smiled back, resisting the urge to clutch my stupid, backflipping stomach.

“Holy crap, that was seductive.” Millie was hopping from foot to foot. “They’re coming over. Be cool.”

Like helpless magnets, we drifted toward the brothers, leaving Alex and his sidekicks to talk boring strategy behind us, determined, like every boy at the basketball courts, to ignore the new arrivals. My uncle’s warning, which had seemed so urgent and important at the time, flittered away on the wind. If these boys were really bad news, as Jack seemed to think, then suddenly I was happy to be Icarus, ready to get all melty from flying too close to the suns.

“Hey,” I called out. “I didn’t know you’d be playing today.”

Nic stopped a couple of feet away and the rest of his brothers closed in around us. “It was a last-minute decision. Now I’m glad we made it.”

Millie pinched me. It was her silent version of an excited squeal.

“Nice vest, Sophie,” said Luca, straight off the bat. “I can barely see you.”

“Luca.” I tore my attention away from Nic for the amount of time needed to throw his brother a contemptuous glare. “A pleasure, as always.”

The brother beside him laughed. He had the stupidest hairstyle: The top section of his hair was scraped into a short black ponytail, while the sides of his head were shaved, revealing a small golden hoop in his left ear. Despite the ridiculous plant hairstyle, he was attractive, but when he laughed, his eyes widened unnaturally and his opened mouth revealed two chipped front teeth that made him seem slightly maniacal. He reminded me of that one crazy hyena in The Lion King.