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“Zayn…” I hesitate to say his name but decide it’s safer to answer his question. “Where is Iva? At home, seeing as she didn’t fucking listen to my orders and come to my game.”

His silence has me grumbling in annoyance.

“Go ahead and ask her yourself! I fucking ordered her to come to the game. She’s our Maiden and is supposed to give off a good impression, but no! She’s fucking sick. Not feeling well bullshit, yet she’s sputtering nonsense, saying she fucking hates me. How I ruined her life all because of her existence. Such fucking bullshit,” I rant as I go to the back pathway so I can park my car in the indoor garage.

It’s supposed to thunderstorm today.

“As if I asked her to be in my life? One day, life was perfect, and then there she was. Being introduced to me as Prescott’s daughter. Like she’s some beacon of prosperity. In the end, she’s an orphan with nothing. No empire or assets. She’s useless to me and has no benefit to my uprising. She can’t even listen to fucking instructions!” It makes me angrier by the second after that game. “She can go be a naked slut to benefit Ares but can’t use some of that exposure and instant fame to wear my jersey and support me at my game?! Fucking useless cunt ass bitch.”

“You really think of her as an object.” I can’t read Zayn’s voice, but truthfully, I don’t care right now.

I’m the one dealing with my professional dilemma. Not him.

“That’s what she is, Zayn. The catalyst of our reign. She’s the sacrificial lamb we need to get to the top. If you’ve suddenly forgotten what sacrificial lamb means, the end game for your ‘Sweet Dynamite’ is being discarded like a used condom. Perfectto protect us from all those wishing for our demise until we reach the top, solidify our claims on our empires, and prove our domination over the weak fuckers.” The plan is far too perfect to envision.

Coming to a stop, I press the garage door button but realize it won’t open. Trying two more times, I roll my eyes.

Of course, it’s fucking broken again.

“So, is that what you see us as?” Zayn quietly wonders. “Sacrificial lambs?”

“What?” I have to smirk at the hint of hurt in his voice. “I’m talking about Iva. I never mentioned you or even Ares, for that matter.”

“Why do you even call her name wrong?” Zayn demands.

“What? You hate me calling her Iva, but you can call her every nickname in the book?” I laugh at that. “I’d say you’re getting a bit possessive there, Zayn. Don’t worry. I have no intention of stealing your Iva away.”

“Her name is Eva. Not Iva.”

What now?

“Says who? You have to be off your meds to suddenly think you know more about Iva than I do, the fucker who had no choice but to be around her nerdy orphan ass despite her being nothing but picked-up garbage.”

“Where is she?” he repeats.

“Zayn. I don’t know where the fuck she is! Check your room! She was sleeping with you last night. Loves your pierced cock over my thick one that’s double your average size.”

“She doesn’t fuck you because you don’t even love her!”

“And why would I love her? What? Because she has a pretty face despite her constant resting bitch face. Am I supposed to fall in love with her over that body of hers? Just because she has half the Leighton U student body lusting over her doesn’t mean I’m hopping on the bandwagon. If they even knew she has all thosehealth issues and has problems with her legs, no one would date her, let alone fuck her. No one needs a disabled bitch.”

“Disabled what?” Zayn’s voice is stern enough to make me realize I’ve said too much.Too many triggering words.“You almost paralyzed HER, yet you have the audacity to call her a disabled bitch?”

“I didn’t paralyze her. She wouldn’t be walking or be able to run and fight the way she does if that was the case, idiot.” I’m trying to brush away this lingering heaviness in my chest.A sense of unease.“Yeah. I stabbed a needle in her back because she wouldn’t suck my cock in front of my crew back then. I stabbed her and taught her a lesson by forcing her to suck my cock, anyway. She fucking enjoyed it. Only shedding tears and shit because that’s what she always does. Cries and looks like a bunny ready to race for the hills. She fucking deserved it back then.”

A tiny part of me regrets it because she ended up never coming back to school after that incident, but she obviously learned a lesson, seeing as she didn’t tell anyone I did it.

If Prescott knew it was me, he would have cut off all the alliance funding being filtered into the school and main Leighton assets.

“She deserved to be paralyzed because she wouldn’t let you rape her…” Zayn speaks those words far too slowly.I don’t like that.“Then you proceeded to rape her, anyway.”

“Did I put my cock in her pussy? No,” I argue. “I fucked her mouth, and that’s it. It wasn’t even good. She’s lucky I nutted on her face and not in that useless mouth of hers. Clearly, she got some practice after that with the hopes of one day pleasing me. Why else would she become our Maiden by choice?”

“She didn’t join by choice!”

“And why the fuck do I care, Zayn?!” I’m so over this conversation. “Go pop some pills to get over your delusions ofgrandeur and go find where Iva is yourself. She’s not here!” I decide to hang up with that, only to see my phone ring once again.

“For fuck’s sake,” I hiss and press the green button. “What, Ares?”

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