Someone banged on my basement door. I stood up from the couch, where Poison and I were plotting on how to f**k over Principal Vaughn, and jogged up the steps to answer the door. Outside, Jace Harbor stood with Allie.
“What?” I asked.
With bruises all over his body, Jace pulled out a wad of cash and slapped about five hundred-dollar bills into my hand. “Watch Allie.”
I glanced over at Allie and lit a cigarette. “Looks like you need a smoke, Jace.”
Jace started toward his car. “Don’t let anyone f*****g touch her. I’ll be back.”
Allie’s eyes widened, and she followed Jace back to his Maserati. “You’re leaving me with them?” she asked, grasping his wrist and tugging him back.
Jace snatched his hand out of her grip and turned toward her.
“Please,” Allie whispered. “Don’t go back.”
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