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Will I obey when necessary without fully disgracing him in the public eye of royal students? Yes. However, I’ll ensure he’s suffering along the way because no King is bossing me around when he can’t even protect his own.
That’s why I’m not surprised that he’s not here with Zander and Ares.
“We need a better bargain. Like… if I get the most shots, I get to go on a shopping spree with Jeremy’s credit card.”
“What?” Jeremy gasps in surprise.
The man who hasn’t been off my case every class I’ve taken from the beginning of school is now flustered to find the right words.
As if he’s been honored with a task that only he can fulfill.
“I mean, I don’t mind at all for you, Miss Barbieri, but I’m not the richest one here,” he nervously chuckles.
“Okay, then,” she hums sweetly and looks around. Her eyes briefly lock with mine, and how my face must be my typicalresting bitch face ensemble because it makes her frown in annoyance before there is a flicker of amusement in her gaze.
As she looks past me.
“Domino! Perfect timing! Let’s use you for the bet,” she declares and claps her hands.
All eyes look my way, and I only have to lift my head back to see the towering man in question with a deep frown on his face. From the beads of sweat running down the sides of his face, it’s clear he was participating in whatever was happening in his class.
Then why the fuck is he here? Behind me?
“What?” he barks the question, clearly pissed off. “I’m only here to recruit my two teammates who fucking ditched me to carry the whole damn team to victory.”
“You’re like an Olympic NHL star or something,” Zander complains and uses his hand to brush his friend away. “We knew you could carry the fort. Besides, my duty is to make sure our girl is fed, remember?”
Ares shrugs. “Watching Verena piss Jeremy off seemed like better entertainment than sprinting those weak fuckers in our class,” he says so calmly, you wouldn’t think he’s insulting anyone.
“Class isn’t fucking done,” Domino grunts.
“Yeah, yeah.” Zander doesn’t care. “Shooting shit is far more fun. C’mon, Domino. Stop being a jackass.”
“Are you going to let that cunt use your card if she wins?” The way my words come out loud and clear has the woman gasping and the men whistling in disbelief. I’m not focused on any of it because my eyes are staring up at Domino, who gives me his utmost attention.
Blessing me with a scowl of irritation.
“What? Scared you’re going to lose your weekly allowance?” he grunts rather loudly, making a few snickers while others whisper among themselves.
I purposely turn around, giving him a look that screams, ‘Don’t push me, Ruthless King.’
“Contract, remember?” I whisper out of courtesy to my fellow Kings at my sides. “And she’s a cunt. You didn’t correct me on that.”
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pulls his eyes away from me to look at the frowning bitch whose arms are crossed in impatience.
“Do whatever the fuck you want. I’m only here to get my boys and ditch.”
This shameless piece of shit.
I’m tempted to box this man, despite our obvious height difference and the fact his chest is practically all muscle, but Ares somehow snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me against him.
“Let’s offer the bet to everyone in class, hmm?” he suggests. “Whoever gets the most points gets a 10k shopping spree on us, the Ruthless Kings of Carnage. How does that sound?” He proceeds to add, “I’ll even invite the winner to one of my photoshoots.”
That has every other girl but me screaming frantically. A few of the guys seem interested, which makes me wonder what Ares does at these photoshoots aside from sitting down and letting his natural beauty do all the work.
“Do whatever.” Coach Hennessy couldn’t give a shit, but I notice how he’s looking at me. “Let’s see what everyone has to show. Miss Barbieri. Why don’t you go first?”
“Gladly,” she declares and proceeds to flick her red curly locks. Her group of men rushes to gather all this protectiveequipment for her, from the specialized bulletproof glasses to the padded equipment to shield her.
