Page 29 of Calavera Society
I don’t hear her reply but judging by how Rey turns on his heel, adjusting his suit jacket while walking around the car like he’s the king of the east coast, I’d say she answered him wisely.
Fucking hell, as loath as I am to admit it, even to myself, Rey is a living wet dream. He’s the perfect mix of high class and hood rat, and I fucking hate him for it.
“We’re finally getting the fuck out of here.” Noah says as he closes the car door behind him.
He sounds excited, optimistically joyful, but all I manage to give him in response is a forced smile.
He may be getting out of this hellhole, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re walking into an even worse hole in hell.
Only this new one is covered in a pretty facade.
FIFTEEN
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‘INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE’ CYPRESS HILL
If I thoughtthe Rolls Royce was nice, this private jet just blew all those drool worthy thoughts out of my head. I wasn’t sure what to expect when Rey said a plane was waiting for us, but it wasn’t this. In my mind, I mildly pictured a giant passenger plane, not really thinking deeper into it, but this sleek white beast in front of me is nothing like I pictured.
Aside from theCSpainted in gold near the tail, there’s no name painted on it like you see with commercial airlines…just one unobstructed view of money and power.
All my life, my mom and me lived as frugal people, spending money like we’re living paycheck-to-paycheck, yet here’s this Bombardier Jet that cost over five hundred thousand dollars standing loud and proud like the winning rooster after a cock fight, the title under my father’s name. Saying I’ve been lied to is not only an understatement, but it’s also incredibly insulting.
I’ve dropped the extra things in life because I didn’t want to financially strain my mom. And I’m not talking about trivial shit like the best clothes or the newest iPhone…no, I’m talking about things that would have actually helped me in life, helped me build a better life for any children I might bear.
The lies just keep piling up. The only good thing that I can see coming from my father’s utter betrayal is my skin thickening and my trust in others so low that I’ll hopefully never be hurt like this again.
Until then, I’m going to make sure my father’s credit and bank account feels my anger.
“So, my dad owns a fucking jet.” I state to Noah who looks just as dumbfounded as I do.
“Actually,” Rey says as he waits for the driver to open our door, “dadowns more than one jet and a few airfields, including this one.”
I begin to rebuke him for laying claim to my dad, but the door opens, and the brooding driver stands there with his hand out to me.
I don’t know him or where he stands in the new world I’m entering, so I just give Rey a slick smile with my middle finger up before ignoring the driver's hand and sliding out of the backseat on my own. If the driver finds me insulting, he doesn’t show it. He dips his head and moves around the car to retrieve our bags, leaving me to move aside as Rey and Noah exit the SUV, both staring daggers at one another.
“Val may not be able to say anything without causing shit for herself, but I don’t have the same reservations,vato.”
Rey tilts his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips, “By all means,Papito, I’d love nothing more than to have youunreserved.”
He puckers his lips, blowing a sarcastic kiss to Noah before turning to me, with a wink and a lingering stare at my open mouth.
We watch him walk away, the wind on the tarmac pressing his suit jacket against his ribs as he pulls down the sunglasses he left resting on his forehead.
“I really hate that guy.” I say.
Noah chuckles, throwing his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in the direction of the stairs leading up to the jet door, “I think we’re going to have some fun in Coventry.”
My feet practically drag across the asphalt, every fiber is begging me to turn and run, but I force my feet to continue forward.
“I don’t know aboutfun. I feel like I’m walking down death row.”
At the bottom of the steps, Noah spins me to face him, a hardness to his eyes holding me captive, “Never let them see you bleed. Fake it until you completely forget you started out small. Rey and his mind games are only the icing on the shit cake waiting for you, but Val, you’re not alone. If you’re walking into fire, then so am I and I don’t know about you, but I intend on causing some trouble before reaching my end.”
He cocks a brow, waiting for my reply and I can’t help but standing a little taller, “Fuck that, let’s start a rebellion.”
Noah laughs and starts up the stairs, “Let’s just start with trouble, okayKatniss?”