CHAPTER 215 Two Deliveries

*Cassius*

I slouched in a battered Kia that stank of greasy lo mein, parked in the shadows across from Oak Haven High’s front entrance, waiting for Sloane and Dorian to arrive. The comms buzzed with chatter as the plan unfolded. Vic had fucked up, calling Fat Spike to square his debts with him, thinking he could outmaneuver us.

Fat Spike rang me while I had Clifford’s throat under my grip in the h