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"FUUUUCK," I bellow as Alex pushes me into my room.
My fists fucking kill, but it's nothing like the pain in my chest from the memory of Mia's face as I followed orders.
That guy didn't deserve that.
All of this is fucking Cade's fault. If he was paying attention to what he was doing in the hallway earlier, then it never would have fucking happened.
"I need to go back for her," I seethe, turning on my heels and attempting to push Alex out of the way.
"I really don't think that's a good idea."
"Fuck you, Rexford."
"No, Bex. You need to get a fucking grip. If you walk back down there and go after him, you'll be the one needing a fucking grave digging, not that asshole."
"He didn't even do anything wrong," I shout, my arms flailing around.
"That's not for us to decide."
"Fuck me, Alex. You really are turning into his little fucking lapdog, aren't you?"
"No, I'm fucking not. What he did was wrong, but we have no fucking chance of convincing Kingsley of that. His word is law around here, and if you want an easy life, you just follow suit."
"Oh, that's what you're doing? When you flake on pulling the trigger or even punching that guy? You following fucking orders then?" I bellow in his face.
The second he pales, I back down slightly. Alex wasn't made for this kind of life. Hell, I suspect he's never even been in a real fight before, let alone held a gun.
Thankfully—or maybe not—my pretentious parents ensured we went shooting a few times a year with all their fucking annoying friends, so at least I know one end of a gun from the other.
"You need to man the fuck up if you're going to survive this, Rexford."
There's only a breath between us as we stare at each other. I've got a few inches on Alex and a hell of a lot of muscle, although I have noticed him starting to bulk up recently thanks to the gym downstairs.
"Go on, Rexford. Try out that right hook. Hit me."
"No."
"Fucking hit me," I bark, spittle flying from my mouth.
"Bex, I'm not going to—"
My hands lift, my palms slamming down on his chest, making him stumble back. "Hit me," I demand once more.
"You're fucking crazy."
"No, Kingsley is fucking crazy. I'm just fucking angry. You wanna learn how to do this? Now's your fucking chance."
He stands to his full height in front of me, his fists clenching at his sides.
Maybe he can follow orders after all.
"Go on. Make it hurt," I say, using Cade's words. Hell knows I need the pain right now.
Cocking his arm back, he plows it into my cheekbone. "Fuck, fuck," he barks, shaking his hand out like he just hit a brick wall. "Fuck."
"Again."
"Nah, you're done," he mutters, staring down at his inflamed knuckles.
