Chapter 12: Rumors and Machinations
"Do you think that Zakhrov boy is a part of the Russian mob?" asked Emily Clarke.
Daisy Eddington shook her head, her long blonde ponytail bouncing from side to side.
"How am I supposed to know Emily?" she asked.
Emily tucked her brown hair behind her ear. "I think he is. And I’m going to get Mommy to investigate him. Get me his school ID, will you?" she told Daisy.
"Why me?" asked Daisy.
"Because you sit next to the twerp," said Emily.
"E-Emily I don’t think I can do that. What if he really is Mafia and orders a hit on me?" asked Daisy.
"He’s not going to be able to do that you useless bimbo!" snapped Emily.
Daisy screamed and cowered behind Emily as a loud, menacing rumble echoed through the parking lot.
"Daisy! Get off me!" shouted Emily, struggling to maintain balance as Daisy clung to her for dear life.
"He’s here!" shrieked Daisy as a black BMW M5 pulled into the parking lot.