Page 33 of Royal Havoc

I walk by, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her beside me. “What the hell, Vexen? Stop,” Carney whines, fighting me every step.

Opening the door to an empty classroom. “Move,” I growl, shoving her inside and locking the door behind me.

“What’s going on?” she hisses, rubbing her upper arm.

Leaning casually against the door, crossing my ankles. She stares at me with big-blue-wide eyes, her long blonde curls hanging in a ponytail down her back. This girl is everything I despise and never wanted. Cheerleaders are boring andpredictable. I expected more, which is why I’ve been waiting for this exact moment.

“Cinderella’s time at the ball is over. You’re out. We’re done,” I inform her, getting straight to the point.

“But,” she starts, moving towards me. “We’re supposed to be together?” she questions, processing what I’ve said.

“Stop,” I order, holding up a hand, shutting her down before she can even start. “It’s time you realize where you don’t belong,” I advise, staring at her coldly, wanting her to understand without any doubt. “I’m done.”

“This isn’t your decision. Daddy said —”

“Daddy’s wrong,” I reiterate, watching her pout.

“I don’t believe you,” she hisses, her cheeks turning red.

Rubbing a hand over my face, sighing loudly. “I don’t care what you believe, Carney. I’m telling you, we’re done. When you see me, go the other way. Don’t fuck around. You and your trash are back to being invisible until it’s time to leave. Understand?” I ask, being as blatantly honest as I can because when she calls Daddy, he better tell her the same shit.

Tears fill her blue eyes, turning them into lakes. “This isn’t fair. Why are you doing this?” she whines, stomping her foot like an angry child about to throw a tantrum.

Inhaling deeply to calm my nerves. Let’s be one hundred. This picture she’s painting is as fake as the knock-off bag she carries. She hatesmemore than Iloatheher. She likes what I bring. The money signs she sees when she looks at me. The respect she gets because of me. But she doesn’t care aboutme. This is her freaking out over what she’s losing.

Pushing from the door. “I’m not repeating myself. Say you understand so we can be done. I have more important shit to do.”

Her mouth falls open, anger turning her eyes to lasers, drying her tears. “Screw you, Vex. Your tattoos are ugly, and you kisslike a fish.Thank god, I won’t have to have my face sucked off anymore. Maybe I should thank that whore I saw —”

Red blurs my vision for a second, glaring down at her makeup-streaked face. “Don’tevertalk about her,” I warn evilly.

She blinks up at me, swallowing hard. “I’m calling Daddy.”

I step back, putting distance between us. “Tell him I said hi,” I answer, unlocking the door. “Stay out of my way,” I remind her before leaving, slamming the door to drive my point home.

Quickly, I check the tracker app before shooting off a text to the guys. Finding that Onyx is still in the same spot helps settle the adrenaline pumping through my system.

Me: Carney and her trash are out on the curb

Zeke: Finally

Gage: The trash gave good head

Zeke: You’re with my sister Dickhead!

Gage: She bites

Zeke: Shut the fuck up!

Me: Both of you shut the fuck up! They’re invisible. Period!

Gage: middle finger emoji

Zeke: thumbs up emoji

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