Xander kicks him. “Do you have a fucking death wish, Captain?”
I’m not listening to them.
I’m storming down the hall, muscles tense and nostrils flaring.
He brought her here.
Silver is here.
I told her to stay away from what’s mine, didn’t I?
It’s time she pays the fucking price.
22
Aiden
Queens wouldn’t go home.
Nash has been acting like a little bitch and refused to deal with her.
His exact words were ‘Clean your own mess, King.’
So here I am standing with Queens in front of her car.
The rain soaks us both.
So be it, because there’s no way she’s going inside.
Elsa has already been distrustful of me without adding Queens into the mix.
Since the pool incident, I’ve been slowly building back her trust, but everything will be destroyed if Queens is involved.
I can handle it when Elsa lies to herself. I can handle it when she tries to be politically c
orrect, but I can’t have any of that if she completely pulls the fuck away from me.
“You said you’ll fix it.” Queens stomps her feet. “You promised, King.”
“I promised you fuck.”
“But you said —”
“I said nothing. You assumed everything yourself.” I stare down at her. “The game was fun while it lasted, but I’m not playing anymore.”
“You’re not playing?” She huffs. “So when it’s to your benefit, you’re all in, but when it’s not, you just drop it?”
“Exactly. Smarten up, Queens. All what you’re doing is a temporary solution.”
“That’s none of your fucking business.” She grinds her teeth. “I knew you’d change your mind because of that little bitch.”
I push into her and she flinches against the side of her car.
“Watch it. If you call her that one more time, I won’t let you be, Queens.”
“You can do fuck to me, King,” she snarls even though her eyes are glimmering. “You know why? Because Uncle Jonathan is on my side.”
My left eye twitches. I resist the urge to bang her head against the hood of the car.