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Istare at Camden’s trembling shoulders hating the world, hating Monk, hating the King. But most of all hating myself.
Somehow I need to fix this.
“She’s dead…” he cries out, convinced the King has killed his mum.
“You don’t know that yet. We don’t knowanythingyet. All we have is this note that Monk wrote, that’s it,” I say, sliding my arm around his shoulder. I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince more, him or me.
Camden tenses under my touch as though it bothers him. I swallow the bile rising up my throat, forcing myself to be strong. I don’t think I can deal with him pushing me away, not after how far we’ve come. “Don’t talk like that. Let’s find your phone and call your mum, yeah?”
As if on cue, a phone starts ringing or rather the sound of Drake singingBack to Backdraws all of our attention to the gap beneath Camden’s bed. He reaches out and after a moment pulls back, his phone clutched in his shaking hand. He looks at the screen, worry tight around his mouth. He answers, pressing the speaker button, then covers his mouth with his finger. My heart kicks up a notch as I glance at Eastern.
“Camden, how’s your weekend away with those bunch of pricks?”
Monk’s laughter escapes the mouthpiece and it takes all I have not to snatch the phone from Camden’s hand and rip into the cocky little shit. Eastern slides off the bed and crawls on his hands and knees towards me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder, hugging me to his side tightly. He knows I’m close to blowing my shit. I grab hold of his thigh, my fingers digging into his jeans.
“What do youwant, Monk?” Camden asks.
His voice is calm. If I didn’t know any better I would think he wasn’t at all bothered about his mum’s safety. Yet, the naked fear in his eyes shows me he most definitely is.
“Things are about to get very interesting and you, dickhead, are on the shit list. Oh, the trouble you’ve caused.”
“What are you talking about, Monk?” Camden’s hands are shaking as he looks at us both.
“You really don’t know?”
“Knowwhat, Monk?”
“This is fucking priceless.”
I can hear the glee in Monk’s voice. The little prick is loving this.
“Monk, stop fucking around and tell me what you’re talking about. I’ve had a shit fucking time stuck with these arseholes. I don’t need your bullshit as well,” Camden says, keeping up the pretence that we’re still enemies.
“I thought you enjoyed Asia’s company… pretty little thing, ain’t she?”
Camden’s nostrils flare, rage flashing in his eyes. “She’s mine, Monk, so I suggest you back the fuck off.” He’s playing the part of overprotective boyfriend well, that partisn’tput on for Monk’s benefit.
“Oh, I don’t want her likethat.” Monk laughs, the sound of his voice sending another bout of rage rippling over my skin, not to mention nausea rising up my throat. “Besides, I’ve got a new plaything… she’s looks so pretty inpink.”
His voice trails off and I hear a muffled cry in the background that has me screaming with rage into Eastern’s palm that has suddenly covered my mouth. Camden moves away from us quickly. Trying to get some distance between us and the whimpering noises I’m now making.
“What the fuck was that?” Monk snarls, hearing my outburst.
“The fucking TV. Look, I’m losing patience, Monk. Fucking say what you want to say or get off the damn line,” Camden snaps.
“Just trying to make conversation…”
“Monk!” Camden growls.
He chuckles then finally says what we’ve all been waiting to hear. “Our little smart-mouthed gang member is mysister, Camden. You’ve been fucking the King’s daughter and he ain’t happy. Not one little bit.”
“You’re full of shit,” Camden immediately responds, faking his disbelief.
“Nah, I’m not. Looks like the King has a thing for skanky-arse heroin addicts. Asia’s the product of a nasty little fuck.”
I pull against Eastern’s hold, wanting to reach into Camden’s phone and yank that motherfucker out by his neck, but Camden flashes me a warning glare. Gritting his teeth, he waits for Monk to fill the silence.
