I try not to read into that, assuming that it's the only spare pair he has around.

“Because Neil let it happen …” I start, trailing off and feeling my breathing quicken as panic takes over me. I walked myself and Pen and Heather into a fucking trap, didn't I? Why has this never occurred to me before? I mean, it's a lot to expect an eleven-year-old to make these sorts of connections, but now that I'm looking at Oscar's flow-chart, I'm fucking terrified.

What have we just stumbled onto here?

“Neil let it happen,” Victor agrees, pacing the floor in front of the fireplace and rubbing at his chin while chain smoking. It's pretty goddamn impressive, but also scary. That means he's both thoughtful and nervous, all at the same time. “He knew what was going to happen to you there. He probably worked with Coraleigh to arrange it. Based on her track record, she only sells girls and boys that have no family, that won't be missed, not the children of a motherfucking cop. Neil would've had to know about it. It's impossible to assume otherwise.”

Oscar looks up at me, taking in the expression on my face before returning his stern gaze to the screen of the iPad.

“So, we have Neil connected to Leigh, who is connected to Ophelia, who is connected to the Charter Crew.” Oscar sets the stylus down and leans back, putting his elbows on his knees and steepling his fingers together. “After thinking it over, I've decided your explanation about David and Kali holds some merit.”

“Oh, you've decided that, have you?” I quip back, feeling my skin prickle with irritation. Aaron sits in the chair to my left, watching me with a gaze that's so intense that I'm afraid to meet it. I can't fall into the endless black hole of my emotions, not today. “It makes sense. Mack is picking Kali up so she can meet with David who's feeding info back to Tom and Ophelia. That's the gist of it.”

“And Ophelia is getting tired of waiting for Mitch to make headway with us,” Victor continues, picking up the thread. “She's hired some real help and filtered them in through the Charter Crew to hide her own involvement.”

“She's going to have Bernadette executed,” Callum says, drawing my attention around to look at him and Hael, situated at the table together. Cal taps his blue-painted nails against the wood surface of it as he stares at me, hood up, face shadowed. “Then she's going to use the Charter Crew to pick the rest of us off until only Victor is left. At that point, it wouldn't be difficult to pin something on him and get him charged with a felony. Then that's it. Game over.”

“According to the rules of the trust my grandmother set up,” Vic begins, pausing with one hand on the mantle, the other holding his cigarette as he stares at the wall in front of him, the gears in his mind turning over Callum's theory. “If I fail to graduate, I still have until I'm twenty-five to get my GED. If something happens to my father, and I can't live with him anymore, I'm allowed to find my own place. Those aren't great avenues for her to use to get the money. Killing Bernadette … she knows me too well. A fake marriage is never going to happen; I'd rather die.”

He grits his teeth and rubs his right hand over his face.

“We made a mistake in letting you marry Bernadette,” Oscar says, but not unsympathetically. “Didn't we?”

“I think so,” Victor agrees, closing his eyes for a moment. “Fuck.” He bends down into a crouch, still holding his cigarette.

It occurs to me then that the Havoc Boys are human.

Like, I knew that. I knew they were just teenagers who were forged in fire and really goddamn good at what they do. But they are not perfect. They are fallible. They make mistakes.

“That's what I should've done, married a patsy,” he murmurs quietly. “But I guess I underestimated Ophelia.”

“The mistake we made was in assuming she had no capital left,” Oscar says, exhaling sharply. “Or an easy method of obtaining more. She's essentially hired a small army to supplement the Charter Crew.”

“So what's the plan?” I ask, wishing Victor would stand up, that he'd flash a grin at me and say I got this, princess. As if he can sense my thoughts, he rises to his feet and turns around, sighing as he smokes his cigarette.

“We need to clean up the Charter Crew. I already told you, I don't like killing kids because it draws attention. But right now, we're stuck between a rock and a hard place.” Victor's face tightens up as he looks back at me. “But I won't let my love for you get you killed, Bernie.” He cracks his knuckles and clenches his jaw, glancing over at Aaron like there's something he wants to say but isn't ready to just yet. “It's time to drop some bodies. I know caution is our game, but we've gotta move on them before they move on us. On Wednesday, we're painting the streets with blood. And then, when I get the chance, I'm going to hang my mother from the rafters of Tom's fancy house.”

Victor takes off for the front door and lets himself out, slamming it behind him. I'm sure he doesn't go far; it'd be too dangerous for him to leave. But I can also tell he needs some space.

“Do you want to say it or should I?” Hael pipes up, and I glance back to see that he's looking at Aaron. Hael smiles, but it isn't his usual sex-laden smirk. Instead, he looks almost sad.

“Say what?” Aaron quips back, but he looks supremely fucking irritated. Personally, I'm still reeling from the day's events. Can't wait to see what pretty little Sara Young thinks about that awful video.

Hael stands up and makes his way over to the couch, resting his hands on the back of it as he leans over. His face is dead-serious, more so than I've ever seen before.

“That you were right.” Hael taps his palms against the couch and stands back up again. “You and Oscar. You've always been the most adamant about putting distance between us and Bernie. Well, here's your worst nightmare come true.”

“We all tried to dissuade Victor from bringing her in,” Aaron says, pushing his hair back from his forehead. He doesn't sound like he has a lot of conviction in that statement though. “We all let him have the price he wanted; we're all at fault.”

“No.” I stand up suddenly, feeling my skin prickle with annoyance. “All I've ever wanted is to be a part of Havoc. You guys know me. You know I wasn't going to stop until I met that goal. Stop blaming each other, or wishing you'd done more. At this point, it's obvious that no matter what the world—or you guys—throws at me, I'll keep coming back.” I look at Aaron then Oscar, Hael then Callum. “Stop wondering and worrying about where I could've been or what mistakes you made, and just figure this out. That's what you guys are good at, digging Havoc out of tight spots.”

I move away from the table and outside to the backyard, so I can have a moment to myself to think.

Havoc has always ruled Prescott High. Well, now that the blood is running out of the halls and into the streets, it's time to shift our attention to bigger things. At the end of this year, we'll be graduating. Then what? We can't keep our sights on the high school forever; there are bigger and better things afoot.

Surprisingly, Oscar is the one who comes to find me first, standing a careful three feet away from me and staring at Aaron's carefully tended rhododendrons in thought.