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We’re looking at Zander, whose more focused on his fucking black pocket watch with neon green and purple glowing functions than whatever we’re discussing.
“Th-That’s not true, douche!” Scarlett argues, but her voice is flat with conviction.A fool would act like they didn’t notice it.
“Got anything to add, Benedict?” Moonshine ends up prompting, but Zander’s focus is solely on the ticking clock.
“Zander,” I stress out his name. “Stop looking at the clock and answer.”
“Fourteen minutes and thirty seconds,” he announces.
I’m looking to Ares, hoping he understands what’s Zander’s sudden fascination with the time. It only takes a moment for Ares to frown and look back at our comrade.
“Sweet Canary?”
“She never takes more than ten minutes in the washroom,” Zander announces. “Even on her period.”
How does he even fucking know that?
“She’s probably embarrassed to be nothing but a slut and is crying her eyes out,” Scarlett offers. I don’t know why her words tick something in Zander’s eyes, but he’s slowly glaring her way.
“Yet you’re not embarrassed at being Leighton U’s biggest slut? Unlike Dolcezza, who purposely holds back, so she doesn’t grab everyone’s attention with her stunning attraction, you sleep with anything that moves, hoping to secure some sort of power play against the very man you keep toying with so you can secure a deal with his father.”
Shit…
“You’re trying to strike a deal with Mr. Leighton?” Ares questions.
“Trying?” It’s Moonshine who asks the mocking question, followed by a bark of laughter. “She’s tried plenty of times. Guess your fearsome leader doesn’t know that she slept with the man.”
Silence.
None of us speak a damn word, but the pounding in my ears proves my heart is still beating, despite the news.
“What a shame,” Moonshine comments with a shake of his head. “You envy the only favorable asset in your trio of ruthless weaklings because if he wants to turn against you, he could bring everything you’re infatuated by with him. If Scarlett wasn’t such a slut, the arranged marriage thing would have been useful, leaving you with nothing, seeing as your father has no intention of leaving you shit.” He slides his hands into his pockets, looking as smug as ever compared to our shocked expressions.
“Then your modeling best friend is only being dragged along because he signed the dotted line to support your foolish idolization of your father. If I was him, I would have set myself free and offered a better deal. A contract that could even string in your new beauty that has people talking.” He shifts his stance, intending to leave, knowing damn well he did the damage he wished to instill upon all of us.
“As for that glamorized doll of yours, I’m struggling to find the real deets on her. That has to mean she’s valuable for something.Or someone,” he whispers more to himself, as if waiting to see if we’ll give him some sort of valuable hint. “I’ll figure it out, and when I do, maybe the Ruthless Kings of Carnage will be no more?”
“You’re not replacing us,” I vow.
As if I have control of anything at this point.
“Me replacing you? You think that’s my endgame?” He couldn’t sound more pleased by the idolization. “I want to see this world around you perish into nothing but ash. Maybe then you’ll realize you’re the most disposable of them all.”
“No one can get rid of me,” I declare with confidence because no one can get rid of me.They would have to fucking kill me to try.I earned this spot, even with connections.
“A shame you’ve already been replaced,” Moonshine counters. “And you won’t accept it until it slaps you in the face in front of the very people you believe are allies instead of foes.”
The rise of movement from the couch draws our attention because Zander is up and closing his pocket watch.
“I’m going to look for Dolcezza.”
“I’ll come with you,” Ares offers.
Are these two so pussy whipped to be acting as if Iva is some lost child?
“Iva is a fucking adult. If she wants to take twenty minutes shitting on the toilet, fucking let her! We’re here on business anyw?—”
A scream follows with a bunch of gunshots, igniting chaos in all directions before a shriek pops our ears.
