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9.

I knew where we were going and why. His office and so he can talk to me in private. Probably ask questions and try to figure me out like a puzzle. He held his office door open for me then told me to sit like I was a dog. He took a seat behind his desk, I took a seat across from him.

"Get on with it then. Ask about my life. Tell me do's and don't's."

I said to Javan when a blank tone. He looked at me and sighed. I know he doesn't like me. Why is he keeping me here of none of them even like me?

"First of, I ask for respect from you. Do not talk to me as if you hold higher power than me. I just want to set some rules for you, that the rest of our brothers also follow. One, never come into my office or the basement unless I am with you. Two, you must be at all mealtimes. Three, respect everyone. Four, no leaving our land unless I am notified by you or for school. Five, no smoking, no drinking, no parties. Six, no relationships unless I approve of the person. That includes friendships. And seven, no attitude."

"So I'm in jail? That's what I'm hearing. I mean I've been before, doesn't look as nice as this boring place does though."

"Victoria it's just for-"

"Safty. I'm aware. I'm also involved in a Mafia if you don't remember."

"Of course I do. So you understand and will follow through with the rules I want you to follow, yes?"

"Only if the pope's catholic."

I told him with my accent very noticeable.

"What? Are you religious? Do I need to have someone drive you to a church?"

"Pardon? Chap you're not only posh, you're also a plonker. No I'm not religious. I was saying yes. Is the pope's catholic? Yes. Yes he is. Bloody hell."

"Alright, bur you just reminded me. Rule eight, no swearing or yelling under my roof."

"Ight. I'll be off then."

I said as I stood and went to leave.

"Sit back down. I have more things I want is to go over."

I sighed and reluctantly sat back down. First he takes me in even though everyone here hates me, then he puts me in this jail of a house, then won't let me swear, drink, or smoke. I don't care about anything else, like the relationship thing. I don't like most people anyway.

"I'm getting straight to the point. Who were you with and where were you before Micah took you in?"

I froze. Why does he want to know? He doesn't need to know anyway. He doesn't deserve to know. He let me be sent away to Jack. He didn't fight dad. He didn't talk to me. If he didn't care then he wouldn't care now.

"Not like you cared before I left, why does it matter now?"

"I do care. We all care, Victoria. That's why I'm asking. None of us knew that you weren't actually going to boarding school."

"And none of you tried to stop dad. Didn't you think it was weird that a 4 year old, a bloody 4 year old Javan! Was being sent to a boarding school!? I was 4 years old! I had no clue how cruel this world could be! Especially America! I believe a boarding school would be better than anything I went through. I didn't need you then, I most definitely don't need you know. I wish I would of just stayed with Mavrick."