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Actions have consequences, and disobedience will have a price. It's not lost on me that she left before completing the task I gave her, leaving me to drink the wine like a savage.
She was supposed to be a gift for the winners. The whole point is to create a humbling experience to teach newcomers not to bite off more than they can chew.
I haven't watched her challenge video yet, but I add it mentally to my list of things to do. It doesn't feel right that she failed. This could all just be a ruse on her part, a way to get closer to us and steal from the Bratva.
That can't be right, though. If she wanted to get close to us and create an alliance of some sort, she wouldn't be doing everything she could to piss me off. She would be submissive.
But how could someone with so much determination fail?
Maybe I'm just seeing overconfidence instead of true skill?
That can't be right either, though. I watched her fight. She took down a man twice her size, dancing around him like they were putting on a show and having a good time. She kicked his ass in the fifth round without breaking a sweat and smiled about it.
I groan at the thought as my erection begins pushing into my zipper.
My fists clench as I stare at the back of her head, contemplating a punishment that will affect her. I don't want to do anything public this time just in case she finds a way around it. She seems to strive off the attention, easily manipulating the scene to make me look like the bad guy. I won't give her that satisfaction again.
I glance down at the skeleton hand flicking me off again. An idea forms and my posture relaxes for the first time since breakfast. I sit back in my chair and smile. I know exactly how I'm going to punish our little pet.
My pocket vibrates, pulling me from my thoughts.
Damien: Do we get to know why you're smiling like an arsonist that was just handed gasoline and a match? Or are you going to make us wait?
Lev: What else could you possibly do to the poor girl already? I want to play with her, too. Don't break her on the first day.
Since when does Lev care about anyone except us, or anything in general other than art and computers? His text alone should worry me but I'm too focused on my next move.
Alexi: Grab her before she can walk out of the room, D. We will wait until everyone leaves before I fix her attitude.
Damien: Did the sight of her on her knees get you as hard as it got me? Already need to see her do it again?
Alexi: What I need to see is her falling in line. If we let her get away with that behavior, no one will take us seriously. If she didn’t want to be broken, she shouldn’t have called me an asshole.
I roll my eyes at Damien's antics. He may have witnessed me having to rearrange my pants and adjust my belt buckle while leaving the food hall. He also knows I'll be the last to admit that I was affected by anything at all.
A cracking sound echoes around the room, making Evie glance back. I look over to see Lev’s screen shattered as he slides his phone into his pocket.
Did he just break his fucking phone?
Before that thought can take root, though, class is being dismissed. I wait as everyone gets up to leave, maintaining my cool exterior and relaxed position. The calm before the storm.
Damien grabs Evie by her bag as she tries to leave and points back to her seat. Her fists clench, confirming she needs a strong hand to put her in her place. She needs to realize who’s in charge here.
Once everyone has left, the teacher looks at me and cocks his head in question. I jerk my chin at him authoritatively, telling him to get the fuck out. He's a small guy who you can tell got picked on in school, but he's smart and has the skill set in anatomy we need to know in order to inflict maximum pain without killing those we want to torture. I’m sure I would have learned a lot if it wasn’t for the fact that I couldn’t take my eyes off that ridiculous skeleton hand.
Once he leaves, I stand and make my way to sit at the table in front of Evie. I mentally prepare myself for her attitude and force myself not to be reactive. That's what she wants after all. She leans back, not approving my show of superiority. Her hand twitches, like she's thinking about reaching for the blades on her thigh.
Not a good idea, Princess, you may be able to see my piece, but my knives are closer, and I'm willing to bet, I'm faster.
She looks around then shoves her chair back hard, standing to be at my eye level. When I don't fight her or challenge her by standing to my full height, her shoulders relax slightly.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Princess, but we need to talk about your punishment,” I say, matter-of-factly. Her brows furrow.
“What fucking punishment,Alexi?” she spits my name, all false submission from earlier gone. “And stop calling me that, I’m not a fucking princess.” She throws her arms out in frustration. She may act like one, but she refuses to dress like one.
“Maybe not. You are a little brat though,” I tell her, keeping my cool and not letting her speak over me. “And little brats get bratty names. Therefore, whenever you want to start listening, I will refer to you by your name. Until then, I'll decide what to call you.”
She crosses her arms, enhancing her tits, and the movement momentarily distracts me. Damien clears his throat standing close behind her. Lev is sitting in his seat beside her with a scowl on his face. Not having the energy to deal with his and Evie’s attitudes, I continue.
