Page 124 of Fatality

And she’s disturbing that peace just by existing, just by breathing the same air as me.

And yet, I know she felt it too that dangerous, forbidden whatever the fuck it was.

I should’ve snapped her neck the first chance I got. Now she’s become a problem I can’t stop thinking about.

“Fuck!” I punch the hood of my Charger, denting it even more.

Why is she doing this to me? She’s just a spoiled Upper brat.

I hate that right after I left, I fucking had to masturbate three times before my cock finally softened.

I shake my head and turn back to my gang.

They’re spread around the garage, eating the food I ordered—burgers and fries that barely taste like anything.

Synthetic garbage.

Still, with enough sauce and salt, it’s close enough to real food to get the job done.

“Are you still thinking about that crazy slut who destroyed your car?” Neo asks, cutting straight through my thoughts.

“She fucking destroyed it.” He scoffs. “And we’re the ones fixing it when she should be the one paying for the damage, at the very least.”

He takes a huge bite of his burger, chewing obnoxiously loud.

“What do you want me to do, Neo?” I take a step forward. “What the fuck do you all want me to do? She threatened you like you were nothing. You could’ve taken her down in a matter of seconds, and she knew it. But she still stood there and threatened to crack your fucking skull.”

I let the words hang in the air.

“Yeah, no shit.” Neo pushes himself to his feet.

Varek and Ren follow, while the others avert their eyes, knowing better than to get involved.

“Who the fuck is she?” he demands, a vein pulsing in his neck. “Because you never mentioned some crazy-ass girl who was bold enough to walk in here, threaten us, and make a fucking mess.”

“He’s right, Evren,” Ren adds. “People who saw what happened are talking. A lot.”

My eyebrow shoots up.

“The fuck do you mean?”

“He means,” Varek says, stepping forward, “that our reputation—your reputation—is being challenged in the Lower Layers because of her.”

“Because you let her live,” Neo snaps, gesturing vaguely around the garage. “And even worse, she walked away.”

Silence settles over the room.

Nobody has to say it out loud. They all think the same thing.

She should’ve never made it out of here, and I let her when I would’ve fucking killed anyone else for daring to even touch my car.

And my reputation—ours—is on the line because of her.

My jaw clenches.

They’re right, but hearing them say it out loud—hearing the doubt in their voices, hearing them question me, question my fucking leadership—is worse than anything.

I spent nearly a decade building this gang from the ground up, and I let her walk away.