Page 112 of Ruthless Chaos
It isn’t personal between us.
I reach for the Glock tucked into my waistband. Ezra’s standing behind the bouncer when he notices I’m armed. His eyes widen, and I look away before he tries to dissuade me.
“You know what’s crazy?” I say, narrowing my eyes at the bouncer. “We’re off school property, so I can do whatever I want here.”
A wave of confusion colors his expression briefly. It changes to fear when I press the barrel of my gun to his temple in a single, swift movement.
“Is this where you want to die?”
He’s doing his best not to seem brave, but his lip trembles when he speaks. “Those are the rules. I don’t make them.”
“That’s too bad,” I whisper.
As much as I want to pull the trigger, I don’t.
I hit him hard across the side of his face with the nozzle, and he crumples to the floor. I step over him and through the open door.
With my gun in hand, I walk towards the lights.
The dark, narrow hallway opens into a dingy auditorium with more lights hanging from the ceiling than there are people in the room. Rows of seats are laid out in front of a small stage, with vast windows on either side of the building.
It reeks of dust and mildew, exactly what I expected from a building that hasn’t been in use for a couple years.
The wind is knocked out of me when my eyes land on the stage.
There, Cassidy leans against the wooden podium, dressed like some 1950’s hooker with a huge smile on her face. Three scantily clad girls are on stage.
Allie is one of them.
My fingers quiver around my gun.
I’m going to kill every single man in this room who’s looked at her.
Even from this distance, I see her shaking like a leaf.
She’s got her eyes squeezed shut, her face wet with tears, and her arms wrapped around herself. The lingerie they’ve got her in leaves nothing to the imagination—the swell of her hips, the color of her perfect nipples, even the fucking shape of her cunt.
Cassidy’s introducing her to the audience, and that’s all I need to see.
That’s proof this isn’t a joke.
There’s no way I’m going to allow her to sell my girl like she’s a piece of meat to these fucking perverts. I warned Cassidy about how she treats Allie. I explicitly told her toneverdisrespect her again—I promised her suffering.
Yet here she is, spewing her racist, degrading bullshitto an audience.
I’ve been too lenient.
If she wants to play this game, I’ll show her that I created it.
I will put an end to this.
Permanently.
I start walking towards the stage, but Ezra grabs me.
“Wait a minute, Duke,” he says, but I’ve already made up my mind.
We’re off campus. If I put a bullet through Cassidy’s skull, I wouldn’t be breaking any rules. There will be fallout, but her mother’s still a royal with a reputation to uphold.
