Page 18 of Dark Prince

?Chapter Twelve

?Axel

My alarm blares throughthe room, scaring the shit out of me. I slept without any issues again last night. Cordelia pops out of bed, karate chopping the air and I can’t help but laugh.

“I don’t like your alarm.” She says, smacking her hand to her chest. “Who uses a blasting fog horn to wake up to!” She grabs her pillow and throws it at me.

“I wanted to make sure we didn’t oversleep.”

“Or have normal heart rates at,” she jumps on the bed and climbs over me, grabbing my phone, “four fucking thirty.”

“You don’t want to oversleep. My mom will literally kick the door in and drag you out by your hair.” I shrug, pulling her body over mine until her ass is in my face. I sink my teeth into her flesh and moan.

“If you think I shouldn't be late, then we don’t have time for that.” She pushes up off me and falls over the bed with a thud as she hits the floor. “I need a shower.” When she stands up, I see all the bruises and marks on her back and smile.

“Bandage your hip, I’m not sure what she’ll have you doing and you don’t want that to get infected.” I say tucking my hands behind my head as I lay out on my bed.

“Or you could come bandage it for me, everything hurts and I’d like to save my energy for whatever your mom has planned for me.” She turns and bats her eyes.

“Tough it out little deer, things aren’t going to get any easier from here. There will be a point when you’ll have to stitch yourself together, or even use tequila to wash out a wound. I think you can manage cleaning and bandaging yourself.”

“Axel.” She turns her whole body to face me.

“Cordelia.” I turn just my head to face her.

“If you think that I don’t know the kind of fuckery you’ve pulled me into, you’re wrong. But it wouldn’t hurt you to be nice to me.”

“Oh, little deer, haven’t you been paying attention. I have been nice.”

She laughs, “Really? Like when you made me fall into a pit of legos or jump on mattresses filled with jacks. Oh, or climbing through the barbed wire.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Real nice of you.”

“It could have been a pit of needles and mattresses filled with broken glass.” I tell her.

“Those were options?” Her brows hit her hairline.

“Those were the original plan.” Pushing up off the bed, “What’s my last name?” I ask her.

“Mazitti.” She swallows.

“What is my family?”

“The scariest family around.”

“So, do you think we became the scariest family around by being nice?” I tuck her hair behind her ear.

“No.”

“No.” I repeat. “So, be thankful you’re still alive right now. Because that is me being nice.” I spin her around and smack her ass, “Now get ready to go, you’re down to twenty minutes left.”

“Shit.” She hustles into the bathroom and starts the shower, jumping in before the water’s even warm. Hissing and cussing at the water for being cold. Rolling my eyes, I shake my head and return to my bed with a yawn.

I’m not sure what my mother plans to do with her, but I hope she’s in shape enough for it. After the ways I’ve broken her body, I wouldn’t be surprised if she fails whatever test is put in front of her. Then again, my little deer is a fighter, and she hasn’t really backed down yet.

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