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Luckily, no one notices Georgina’s clingy grasp, and I make an attempt to extract myself, saying a silent plea as I glance over her shoulder. Dread settles in as I realize it’s too late. Lexy stands amidst the bustling school hallway, her eyes reflecting betrayal and fury.
Georgina persisted with her questions, unaware of the unfolding drama.
“Why are you avoiding me, Saint? I’ve been calling and texting with no reply. I thought we had something special.”
My attempts to break free intensify as I manage to pull my arm from Georgina’s grip, watching as Lexy turns, ready to run.
My harsh and commanding roar echoes down the hall, “Don’t you move another fucking inch.” Stopping Lexy in her tracks.
She spins back to me, becoming acutely aware of the faces of passing students. Fear etched across their expressions as they quickly walked past. Whispers spread like wildfire, and the air becomes charged with an unspoken tension.
Lexy’s icy glare fixed on me, arms crossed in defiance. Despite her attempts to step back, my authoritative reminder halted her movements. “I said don’t move.”
“Saint, where are you going?” Georgina’s high-pitched question falls on deaf ears as I disregard her, striding purposefully toward Lexy. I catch her off guard, lifting her at the waist, slamming her against a locker, and claiming her with a bruising kiss that leaves no room for doubt in front of the entire school.
Lexy’s legs instinctively wrap around my waist, and the intensity of our kiss solidifies to anyone watching that Saint Garo was officially off the market and that Lexy Winters was mine.
“You can’t be serious! You and her?” Georgina’s angry outburst echoes through the hallway. “This has to be a joke. Either that or that fat cunt has something over you, forcing you to hurt me like this!”
I break our kiss, explaining to Lexy that that wasn’t what it looked like as Georgina continues her verbal abuse toward my girl. I swear if she was a guy, she’d be fighting for life by now.
Lexy pulls away, sneering at Georgina, prompting me to set her back on her feet.
Gripping Lexy’s chin in my hand, I remind her, “Remember whose queen you are, and straighten that fucking crown.”
Lexy wastes no time. She charges at Georgina, grabbing her by the hair, and smashes her head against a locker. Georgina screams in pain, attempting to retaliate, but Lexy has the upper hand.
Colton rushes into the gathered crowd, and I instruct him to break the face of anyone with a phone in their hands. I won’t have anyone recording her and putting her face on the internet.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time,” Lexy declares, rearing her fist back before landing a punch squarely on Georgina’s nose.
Georgina’s screams intensify, but her plea for help falls on deaf ears. No one would dare intervene in my presence or Colton’s. Hell, half the students standing here have had one run-in or another with Georgina. They are only too happy to watch her get her comeuppance. My dick swells watching Lexy take her place as queen of the school.
“You better hope your health insurance covers plastic surgery, Georgina, because if you ever put your hands on my man,” blood trickles from a small cut above Georgina’s eyebrow when Lexy rears her head back to drive her point home. “Or call me a fat cunt ever again, you’re going to need one.”
“Let me go,” Georgina cries, but Lexy remains steadfast.
“Beg me to stop, Georgina.” Lexy seethes, slapping her face. “Beg me to stop the way I begged you when six of you cowards jumped me in the locker room because you were too scared to fight me on your own. FUCKING BEG!”
Humiliation burns on Georgina’s swollen face. “I’m sorry, Lexy. I’m sorry. Please! I’m sorry!”
“If you ever so much as look in my direction again...”
“I won’t! I won’t. I swear, I’m sorry.”
Pride, like nothing I’ve ever felt, latches on to me as Lexy takes a stand, showing the school she’s no longer afraid to fight back.
“Alexa Winters. What on earth is going on here?” Mr. Wyatt’s rushed shouts sound out from down the hall as he quickly approaches us.
Lexy bent, whispering in Georgina’s ear. “Open your mouth to Wyatt, and next time, I’ll make damn sure to leave you with a scar rather than a tiny cut that needs a plaster.”
Georgina looks to me for help, but I offer none. “Do what she says.”
Georgina nods in understanding, and Lexy releases her.
“Alexa Winters!” Mr. Wyatt’s voice booms, bringing attention to the unfolding scene.
My jaw hardened as Wyatt’s face scowled at Lexy.
