The Heirs: A New Gamble

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Leo

Gabe has been silent since the attack on the Knights mansion. That's almost more disconcerting than if he were to be all up my ass. I was expecting at the very least a phone call. The silence is far worse.

Aleks holds an official Wolves meeting to discuss next steps. The security on the mansion is higher than ever. Everyone is on their highest alert, expecting anything possible from the Knights in retaliation. Technically, the treaty is still in place. Despite Anton stabbing Zane and despite us lighting the Knights mansion on fire. Which left significant-enough damage to be noteworthy. No one was hurt. At least that we know of.

With the treaty still being active on the island, we still couldn't technically make any power moves. They also couldn't technically prove who threw the Molotov cocktails and started the fire at the Knights mansion since Owen was able to shut down the camera and security.

However, things are changing. There's no doubt of that.

During Aleks' meeting, he pretty much warns us that nothing is off the table. Josh is at his right-hand, as usual. Once Aleks graduates next year, Josh will take over his place as president of the Black Wolves. Hopefully, Josh won't be stepping into a total shitstorm, but it's looking less likely that peace is even an option. Things will only get worse before they get better.

After our Wolves meeting, I head to campus for the final group project meeting for Cognitive Psych. School seems like the least of my worries right now, but I find myself anxious to see Sophie nonetheless.

We didn't leave things well last time. I tried apologizing. She claimed she forgave me, but I'm not that inept with human emotion. I can tell that she's full of shit.

Maybe she hates me now. Maybe that's for the best.

This group project is annoying the shit out of me. Those two assholes from the Knights, Lewis and Marcus, spend most of the time fucking off, looking bored, or checking out Sophie. Sophie and that George guy are all buddy-buddy as usual. She's laughing and joking, flipping that long golden hair around, driving me nuts.

So fucking unnerving.

I could give two fucks about a stupid group project right now.

But I can't let Sophie down again.

"For once I'm not the last one here," Sophie teases me with a small smirk – a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

I don't reply as I set my things out on the table we share.

We all get to work on our individual tasks, going through the research on the subject of short-term memory.

After a half-hour, we convene and go through our findings.

"Alright, done! I highlighted all the studies by Smith. Obviously in pink," Sophie says, pushing her stapled together papers towards the middle of the table.

"Smith? Who the fuck is Smith?" Lewis asks, his tone dripping with annoyance.

"The uh...the scientist? Right? Edgar Smith...?" she asks, confusion lacing her tone.

Lewis snickers. Marcus joins him.

"You mean Edmund Schmidt. Christ, did you even print the right research out?" Lewis asks snidely.