After Imani left, I reopened the weapons room and flicked on the light, pulling out a couple duffel bags and bins that could hold whatever kind of weapon the boys wanted to use on Vaughn tonight.
“Take your pick, then throw it into the bag,” I said, walking down the aisle of guns and weaponry, sorting through the long and sharp swords and machetes.
“We’re cutting off his d**k, compliments of Imani,” Landon said, glancing over my shoulder. “Make sure to take one of those machetes to do it. We can feed it to him when we’re finished with him.”
Once we gathered all the s**t, we piled into João’s car to finally get back at Principal Vaughn. After we dropped our stuff at the abandoned warehouse where we did all our dirty work, I grabbed some rope and tape from the bag and walked back to the c
