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“Come on, Banphrionsa. Let’s go put some gear on and make snow angels. Then we can come back inside and warm up under the fire with a cup of hot chocolate, and those little marshmallows you love so much. How does that sound?” I look up at her, her bright green eyes peer down at me. I smile at her, and her face melts away.
Headlights take me out of the memory. A horn honks and I flip them off. Looking to see who it is that’s driving, I see Monty flipping me off with a snarl on his face. Fuck you harder, bitch.
I open the door to my SUV and climb in, putting the key in the ignition. I hook my phone up to the stereo, and turn on my playlist that gets me in the mood. My phone pings, making me roll my eyes.
Jamie: You don’t get to ignore me, not after what we did. So you have two choices. You either text me back, or I will come find you, and trust me, Little Creature, you will not like the outcome!
Well, Jamie, you can get fucked. I blast my music and head out of the Academy gates. I’m really over this place. At this point, I’m ready to have a conversation with my father and get out of here. It’s pointless. I make a damn good living at what I do. If I need extras, I have a best friend who will make whatever I need. I could understand being here if I needed to learn about our world, but I don’t, so I think it’s time to get out of here and just live in my house. As a matter of fact, I know my old man is awake. “Call Dad,” I say aloud after pressing the hands-free button on my steering wheel.
“Calling Dad” is repeated back to me in an accent, I know that tone, I just can’t place it at the moment. The phone dials out, and my father picks up after the third ring.
“Fal, everything okay? You don’t ever call me this late, kiddo,” he says in a gruff tone.
“Hey pops. Um, I’m fine, but we need to talk about a few things.”
“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” he says, breathing deeply.
“Eww, gross. I want out of this Academy. It’s a waste of time. So I’m telling you now, that by the end of the week, I’m out. I’ll stay at the house, but I want the deed in my name.”
“This is what you interrupted me for? Because you want to leave the Academy?”
“Not just that, old man! But when the fuck were you going to tell me you arranged my marriage to D’mitri?” The line goes silent.
“Who told you?”
“Does it really fucking matter who told me? What should matter is that it’s never going to happen. Not now, not ever! So, if you want me to remain in this life doing what I do best, you will give me what I want.”
“First, you interrupt my night, then you make demands about leaving the Academy, and now you’re threatening to walk away from the club if I don’t give the princess what she wants?” What a condescending prick.
“Yeah, exactly.” He laughs. Legit laughs at me. “I’m dead serious, Pops. This isn’t a funny matter.”
“Are you done now, child?” Great, here the fuck we go. “You will do as you are told. If I tell you to jump, you ask how high. I don’t ask much of you. We will talk about the marriage at a later date, and it will happen. It’s what your mother wanted. Because the latter is never going to happen. The only thing I will grant you, is that you can leave the Academy. On one condition. Every weekend, you must come to the club house and help Slash.”
“Fine.” What’s funny is that he doesn’t know that D is dead. I should just send his head to him and pin it on another crew, but I really don’t want that headache.
“Talk soon, Fal.” The line goes dead.
I laugh because little does daddy dearest know; I get everything I want. It’s just going to be a mess when everyone realizes D’mitri is dead, and I’m not even sorry about it!
Rot in hell, mother fucker.
10
Old Flames
-Dario-
Entering my room, I notice the bathroom light on and the shower running. Spade must be back, finally. He left earlier without a word, leaving his phone behind. My phone pings, I take it out of my back pocket and look to see it’s Ryker.
Ryker: Hey man, I don’t have Spade’s number, but tell him not to go tonight.
Me: What the fuck does that mean?
Ryker: Just tell him not to go. You gotta trust me.
Me: Okay, good looks. Did the clean up go well at Jades?
Ryker: Yes, it’s done.
