Page 50 of Royal Havoc

“I’ll catch up with you in a minute,” he calls over his shoulder, already on his way to see what he wants.

I’m pushing through the crowd on the sidewalk when Zoey sees me, her wide eyes watching, a hand covering her mouth.

I finally break free, quickly scavenging the scene to find out what the hell is going on.

“Tootles,” Onyx shouts, wiggling her fingers at me, quickly climbing into her Jeep.

“Motherfucker!” I shout at her, discovering what all the hype is about.

“Hoooly shit.” Zeke whistles before bursting into laughter.

“Who was stupid enough to paint that shit on your truck?” Gage asks, always late to the game.

“That’s what happens when you force a girl to carry your load,” Kee jokes, causing everyone to laugh but me.

She used neon pink paint, ruining my truck's matte black paint job. It reads: I (a picture of a heart) to play with my tiny (a picture of a tiny penis), the words take up the whole side of my truck, the paint runs already dried.

She must have been busy this morning.

Anger ignites inside me, my blood pressure instantly punching at my temples. The flames lace my veins, hardening my softened heart as I watch her laugh while circling the lot.

“Where are you going?” Zeke shouts through cupped hands.

She’s just started down the hill as I throw my truck in reverse. I can’t wait to catch her so I can taste her wicked tears as the evil drains from her pores.

I pull up behind her while she waits for the gate to open. Before I can get the gear into park, her demented ass takes off, her Jeep barely clearing the small opening.

I punch the dash, blood seeping from my knuckles down my hand. “What!” I shout at the speaker, answering Zeke’s call.

“She went right at the bottom of the hill,” he informs me.

“How do you —”

“The app. You made me download it, in case this exact scenario happened,” he reminds me quickly.

Fuck, this is why he’s my best friend. “Got it,” I yell, flooring the truck once the opening in the gate is wide enough.

“Left at the second stop sign,” he calls, and I can tell he’s on the move.

“I’m there,” I answer, making a sharp turn, cutting someone off. “I see her. She’s headed towards the park,” I tell him.

“She pulled in, hit the second entrance, and cut her off,” he instructs calmly, helping to douse some of my rage.

“I don’t see her.” Creeping down the entrance. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt an innocent kid — slow and steady wins.

“Shit, she’s turning around. She’s backtracking,” he sighs loudly into the phone.

“Damn it,” I growl, slamming my hand on the steering wheel.

“Wait!” he yells.

“What?” I question, slamming on the brakes, eyes surveying every inch of land in front of me.

“She’s parked. Second lot, bottom of the hill.”

I roll down the hill slowly, searching for her Jeep. “Got it,” I call to him, already throwing the truck into park, blocking her in. “Hold up,” I warn, just in case I need his eyes.

Charging to the driver’s door. “Fuck!” I yell, spinning around, searching the empty playground before running back to the truck. “She ditched us. She ran,” I growl. “Bring Kee. He can drive her Jeep back.”

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