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I smile at said fuckers, knowing it scares them even more. My smilealwaysbrings fear to the people facing me. “Thank you so much for making me realize even a wicked soul like mine still has a chance at chasing love.” Of course, it’s not love, but I do like a bit of dramatic effect. “Unfortunately for you, I can’t stand knowing you three have put your hands on what’s mine.”
“P-please, Caden,” Matthews starts crying. “We didn’t know…we didn’t know, man. It’ll never happen again.”
“Oh, it won’t,” I nod. “That I’m sure of. Which one of you hit her?”
They look at each other before Rico spurts, “It was Matthew. It wasn’t me. It was him!”
I look at Elliot and Ethan. “You two better have my back better than this pussy here if we ever get in this kind of situation.”
“Man, I’ll die before I give you away,” Elliot sniggers.
“We’ll never be in this position,” Ethan adds with certainty.
I tilt my head to the side, thinking for a minute. “Cocky, yet true.”
Now that I’m standing before Rico, I pull my arm back and smash the ball into his temple. He cries out, and I do it again and again and again. Until his whimpers and tears quiet down and his chest stops moving.
“Snitches get stitches. Am I right, Matthew?”
“Fuck…fuck…fuck,” he panics. “Caden, please. Sawyer likes me. Fuck…your dad works with me all the time. Please, man…p-please don’t kill me.”
“Hey, hey, calm down. You’re hyperventilating.”
He nods, trying to calm down, but a sob explodes from his mouth less than ten seconds later. “Please…”
“Are you a snitch, Matthew?” I ask.
“No!”
I put the bowling ball on the wooden table and crouch in front of him, grabbing the plastic bag of zip ties. “Then you’re good. Chill, will you?”
He seems to calm down. Tears are still running down his face, but his body has stopped shaking. I slowly walk behind him, throwing the remaining zip ties in the bag on the floor.
“Ah shit, man,” I add. “No, sorry, you’re not good at all.” I place the plastic bag on his head and pull until I’m sure it’s taut against his face. He thrashes around, and I can’t help a huge smile from spreading on my face. “Snitches get stitches. And men who touch my girl get a bag on their fucking head,” I growl, pulling harder.
I keep hold of him until his body slacks. When I let go, I look back at Elliot and Ethan, proud of myself. “Alright. All done.”
“Your girl?” Ethan finally asks.
“Yeah,” I huff as I run my hand through my hair, trying to get strands out of the way. “Billie and I are gonna be a thing. Didn’t you know?”
“Doessheknow?” Elliot shakes his head at me.
“Billie Scott is not your girl, Caden,” Ethan says as if I’m the craziest fucker on the planet.
“Yeah, well, not rightnow,” I fight back. “These things take time.”
“What things? Kidnapping?” Elliot scoffs. “Dude, you two are never gonna be a thing. She’s NSC. Oh, and let me think…” He puts his index finger on his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Right, she fucking hated our guts after what we did to her two years ago. Now that you’re blackmailing her into moving shit for you, I’m pretty sure she daydreams of putting a bullet through your skull.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Caden,” Ethan says seriously. “If your dad knew you were killing Kings to defend the honor of an NSC girl, he would choke you, brother. Fuckingthinkbefore you act.”
I’m an impulsive fucker; that’s not new. But my friends never had an issue with it before. The problem is, once I have an idea in my head, I have to execute it. I had this sudden urge to make Billie mine since I made her come in her car, so that’s what I’m going to do. Make her mine. Matthew and his guys pissed me off, and I had to end them. That’s just how I function.
I want Billie. I must have her, or I will fucking lose my mind. I don’t accept defeat. Ever.
I tilt my head to the side, staring at Ethan. “Alright, well, my dad doesn’t have to know shit,” I say simply.
