They Bullied the Top Student, Then My Mafia Family Arrived Chapter 04

They Bullied the Top Student, Then My Mafia Family Arrived Chapter 04

Everyone stared at the final honor roll in shock.

My name was still sitting at number one, with a total score far ahead of second place.

Lina, meanwhile, had dropped from eighty-fourth to two hundredth.

The second she saw her ranking, all the color drained from her face.

She lowered her head, pressed her lips together, and turned to leave.

No matter how many times the four guys called after her, she never looked back.

Ethan stared at his phone like the numbers had to be wrong.

“That’s impossible. I’ve kept you busy every single day this month. You barely had a minute to study.”

I turned to look at him.

For a second, I almost felt sorry for him.

This past month, when he took me to arcades in Manhattan, I listened to university lectures through my headphones.

When he kept me up late playing team games with him, I worked through calculus problems on scratch paper while I played.

Even when he sat beside me repeating all those carefully prepared romantic lines, I had French listening exercises playing in my earbuds.

I reached up, patted his handsome face, and let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Mr Sterling, thanks for keeping me entertained all month. I had a lovely time.”

Ethan froze for two seconds.

Then his face turned bright red.

He kicked over the trash can beside him.

“Grace!”

I ignored him and walked away.

The other three burst out laughing behind me, making absolutely no effort to spare Ethan’s dignity.

Eventually, Nolan spoke.

“Your little schemes are all childish.”

“If you really want to solve the problem, make sure she can never sit another exam again.”

He dragged one finger across the side of his neck in an unmistakable threatening gesture.

The other three stopped laughing.

Clearly, they understood exactly what he meant.

Adrian nodded.

“If Nolan handles it, she won’t get another chance to stand in Lina’s way.”

On the day I went to collect my scholarship, I stepped out of the classroom and called Mom.

“Mom, the semester’s over.”

Victoria sounded delighted on the other end.

“That’s my girl! First place again. I’ve already told the kitchen to put on a proper dinner.”

“Perfect timing, too. Your grandfather’s turning eighty. Family heads and capos are here from all over. I’m finally going to show them the first proper scholar the Morettis have produced in generations.”

I was just about to answer when something slammed into the back of my head.

Pain exploded through my skull.

My legs gave way.

My vision went black almost immediately, and my phone slipped from my hand.

The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Nolan’s cold face.

He looked down at me once before speaking to the men behind him.

“Take her.”

“Drive her out to Long Island Sound and make sure there’s nothing left to trace.”

Mom’s voice came faintly through the phone.

“Sweetheart? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Nolan bent down and picked up my phone.

He looked ready to end the call, then suddenly changed his mind.

He brought the phone to his mouth, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

“You’re Grace’s mother, are you?”

“Your daughter crossed people she should never have crossed. If you ever get the chance to raise another child, teach her to know her place.”

There was silence on the other end for two seconds.

When Victoria spoke again, her voice had changed completely.

“Who are you?”

“What did you do to my daughter?”

Nolan leaned casually against the car door, his tone growing even more arrogant.

“And what exactly are people like you, running some little shop, going to do about it if I tell you?”

“But since you asked, I’ll make it simple.”

“Your daughter is in the hands of the Hawthorne Family now.”

Then he ended the call and tossed the phone onto the ground.

“Drive.”

The black SUV pulled away from the school.

Less than three minutes later, it slammed to a sudden stop.

Nolan was thrown forward in the back seat.

He looked up angrily.

“What the hell happened?”

The man in the front seat answered, his voice starting to shake.

“Mr. Hawthorne… we can’t leave.”

Nolan looked out the window.

The moment he recognized the Family crest on the helicopters, his entire expression froze.

Dozens upon dozens of helicopters hovered over the Hudson River, nearly blocking out the afternoon sun.

Every exit had been sealed off by convoys of black vehicles.

Rows of Family guards in black suits rapidly descended from the helicopters, each wearing the same dark red rose insignia on their arm.

They raised their weapons.

Their voices were completely emotionless.

“Everyone stays exactly where they are.”

“Nobody moves.”