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“That would be you, dumbass,” Clay says as he slaps him round the back of the head. “I told you that shit wouldn’t work. Fuck! She fucking cut me you idiot! She could have sliced my throat open and there would have been nothing you guys could have done to stop her.”
“Mate, that was some fucking ninja shit! How the fuck was I supposed to know she would have a knife stashed in her boot? That woman is fucking crazy!” Wyatt replies, wincing and rubbing the back of his head.
She had Clay on that table with her blade at his throat before any of us knew what was happening. It was a beautiful thing to witness. She might be tiny but fuck can she move fast.
“Actually, that’s not entirely true.” Eli says. “We now know she’s definitely not here to kill you, which also means that our fathers didn’t hire her.”
“What makes you say that?” Clay asks, turning to him.
“You weren’t supposed to be here, she said so herself. She also claimed that if she wanted you dead you would be, all whilst holding a blade to your throat andnotslicing it open.”
“Okay, but she also said she promised Xave she wouldn’t kill meyet. So how do you know she’s not just biding her time?”
“If she was here just to kill you, or our fathers had sent her, then she would have known you were here. She had no idea, brother. This is why we haven’t been able to find anything to link her to our fathers this week. She just confirmed it with what she said.”
Eli’s right, we have been looking into our fathers criminal activities all week trying to find some sort of connection between them, but have come up with absolutely nothing.
“But if she’s not here on their order how did she get into the university? No one gets in without somehow being on their payroll,” Wyatt says, his brows furrowed in confusion.
“That is something we need to find out fast. If she’s not on their payroll they might not know who she really is, or even that she’s here,” Eli tells him.
“And if they don’t know that she’s here or who she is, we have a better chance of getting her to actually listen to what we have to say. We just have to come up with a plan that will actually work,” I say to them, finally entering the conversation.
“Okay, Eli, you dig into her files and find out what you can about how she got in and who signed off on her acceptance,” Clay rubs his hands down his face before he continues, “I have to find a way to make her listen. Preferably without ending up with a knife at my neck next time,” he says, throwing Wyatt a pointed look.
“I may actually have a solution to that issue,” Eli says as we get to the SUV. “Where is the one place that we have already seen her and there are no weapons or killing allowed?”
“The fight club?” Wyatt asks. “But how are we going to get her into a position where she’ll listen to what we have to say? She’ll never stick around long enough for us to get close.”
“Clay is going to get into the ring with her, that’s how.”
“No fucking way, Eli!” Clay exclaims with wide eyes. “There is no fucking way I’m getting into the ring with Kenzi. Let’s not forget she literally just admitted to wanting to kill me. What the fuck makes you think that she won’t lose it and do just that? And did you forget what she did to those two guys Monday night? A permanent maiming is not on the list of things I want to happen to me.Fuck.No.”
“She already promised that Xave guy that she wouldn't hurt you, Clay. If you get into the ring with her, she’ll have no choice but to listen to what you’ve got to say.” Eli tells him.
“What if she refuses to get into the ring with him?” I ask Eli. “As much as I wouldreallylike to see her in action, I don’t think she would willingly get into the ring with Clay.”
“We don’t give her a choice,” he tells me. “She got to the club just before her fight on Monday, so we tell Jones that Clay is going to be her opponent tonight before she gets there and he’ll make it happen. Plus,” he turns to Clay, “I have a feeling she will accept just so she can lay a beat down on your arse,” he says with a grin. I remember the anger I saw in her eyes directed at Clay whenever we were near her.
“You know, I think Eli may be right,” I tell them with a smirk. “And if we are ever going to get out from under our fathers, and finally put an end to this, we are going to need her help with what comes next.”
“Okay, so I get into the ring with the Queen of Hell and pray to the gods that she’ll listen to what I’ve got to say, instead of deciding to finish what she started earlier and slitting my throat despite her promise to Xave,” Clay says with a sigh.
We all climb into the Benz, Eli and Clay in the back with Wyatt in the front passenger seat. I turn the ignition and make my way down to the gate so we can get out of here. Once we’re through the gate and making our way down the road, Wyatt turns on the music, blasting Sucker For Pain by Imagine Dragons, Lil Wayne and Wiz Khalifa through the speakers and starts laughing and singing along.
I take a look in the rear view mirror and see that Eli is on his phone, probably getting to work on getting Kenzi’s files. I take a look at Clay who is deep in thought looking out the window, and see the cut Kenzi made on his neck.
I think back to the moment Kenzi pressed her blade into Clay’s neck hard enough to draw blood and it has my cock hardening painfully in my jeans once more. She looked like a fucking queen up on that table, absolutely gorgeous and so fucking confident holding Clay’s life in her hands like that. I was sure she had noticed the growing bulge in my jeans when she had smirked at me, but she just threw my words back at me in a challenge that had me wanting to lay her out on that fucking table and show her just who she was dealing with by making her scream my name.
I shift in my seat as I grow harder at the thought of having her at my mercy, tied up in my bed with no choice but to submit to the pleasure I would wring from her body as I took my own from her. Fuck, the things I want to do to her would make the fucking Devil blush. She was so small, looked so breakable, but it would be so fucking beautiful to watch her break, to be the one to break her. And from what I’ve seen of her so far, I know that she could handle what I would do to her when I finally get her where I so desperately want her.
I’m a twisted bastard and I fucking know it, but anyone growing up with my father would be.
Damian Monroe was a sadistic bastard, and the head of one of the biggest criminal organisations in England, and growing up as his only son and heir was a constant lesson in pain and fear. Beatings that he claimed would make me strong enough to take over when the time came, and they didn’t come just by his hand.
My mother tried to shield me from him when I was younger, but in the end she wasn’t strong enough to stop him, and when she had tried to stand up to him after he had given me a particularly bad beating and broke my arm when I was thirteen, he told her he had finally had enough of her defiance and beat her in front of me breaking both of her legs as a lesson to us both.
She took her own life not long after that, overdosing on a cocktail of alcohol and painkillers a few months later. My father, the bastard that he is, didn’t give a fuck about her death, or even attend the funeral, leaving me to mourn my mother alone.
