Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 264

Normand probably drank too much that night to remember her, but his friends had no trouble recognizing her the moment they saw her again.

Still sore about losing face last time-when they'd failed to make her join their drinking party-they decided to get even. In the middle of the mall, they grabbed her, dragged her into the men's restroom, and planned to teach her a lesson.

They didn't count on her carrying a butterfly knife.

Mandy lashed out before they knew what hit them. She stabbed one of them, shoved their heads into the toilet until they were coughing up dirty water, and then grabbed the toilet brush, beating them until their faces were a mess of bruises and tears.

Afterward, she dusted her hands off with a casual flick, sauntered out, and left the battered men howling in misery behind her.

But the next day, somehow, those idiots managed to dig up her school and her

name.

They threatened her if she didn't come work as a hostess at their bar, they'd make sure she'd never survive another day at Cresthaven.

So, for the third time, their paths crossed-this time back at the bar.

In a plush private lounge, the coffee table was stacked with bottles of liquor. Normand and his friends grinned smugly and gestured toward them. "If you can finish all fifty bottles, we'll wipe the slate clean," they said, certain Mandy would be scared enough to give in.

They didn't know Mandy at all.

Mandy was a lunatic.

these losers threatened her, she was

going to drink

grabbed a bottle and smashed

out her butterfly knife and forced them to drink the rest of

not someone you can

be willing to kill you tomorrow. Call the cops if you want, but you better be ready for what happens when I get out—I'll wipe out

didn't know was that these guys were all spoiled heirs from Cresthaven's wealthiest families. They'd spent their lives bullying others, never once imagining someone

are afraid of nothing except

Mandy? Death was the

and a death threat, the three trust-fund brats

they just couldn't help themselves, but now they spoke of Mandy with a mix of terror and awe. They thought her reckless, wild streak was the coolest thing they'd

never dared call her

as she pulled out her butterfly knife. She spun it with practiced grace

Normand's whole body tensed.

Mandy were a mess of love

face; hated her explosive temper and how

her-so bold, so unpredictable. Compared to all the girls who'd

would be