Chapter 150

Even though I’m kicking and screaming, and flames are licking at the side of the boat, nobody notices or cares. The lake is vast, and there are plenty of bonfires on the beach, stereo systems blasting music, and screaming teenagers. I’m just a drop in a bucket.

Another small yacht has pulled up alongside the one we’re on, and the girls drag me over.

I’m once again manhandled up to the top deck and shoved into a chair, ropes wrapped around my wrists and ankles.

Harper is panting and looking from me to the other boat where Zack is still fighting with his fists.

“Keep her here until everyone else shows up,” Harper snaps at Becky, and I’m guessing she must have Pleb friends on the way, seeing as almost every Blueblood save Myron Talbot is here. “I’m done with this girl; this shit ends tonight.”

Harper storms over to me, and I spit at her. Her palm quickly comes up and cracks me across the face.

“What is wrong with you?!” I scream back, but like I said