My hand instinctively shot out, gripping the vapid bitch by the throat. “What did you just fucking call me?”
“K—Kolten… it’s your name, right?”
“Who the fuck told you that?”
She could barely talk around my fingers that were strangling her throat.
“C—Clash…” she choked out.
Jumping up from the bed, I let go of her throat. Fucking Clash would be the one to out me to the others.
That fucking son of a bitch.
I’ll kill him.
“Master, where are you going?” she shouted after me.
“I told you!” I roared out. “I’m not your goddamn Master anymore. Get your shit out of my room and stay the fuck away from me, Keelie, I’m fucking done with you.”
I could hear her sobbing as I left the room, but I had a score to settle, one that was going to see two right hooks and a goddamn beating when I was done with him.
I found the little snitch sitting at a table with our other brothers, laughing and smiling like he didn’t just reveal my biggest secret to my slave.
“Hey, look it’s the bees-knees! What’s up, Wasp?”
My fist met his cheek, snapping his head backward. I didn’t give two fucks how high up on the ladder he was, I was going to knock his bitchass down a few pegs.
“What the fuck was that for?” Clash growled, shooting up to his feet.
I answered with another punch, this one straight to his gut.
He let out a loud groan. “Jesus, Wasp, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why the fuck do you keep hitting me?”
“Because you got a big fat mouth and I’m about to shut you up for good,” I snarled with my fists clenched, seconds from swinging again.
Before I could lay another punch on the smug motherfucker, I felt someone grab me from behind. It was Snyder.
“Wasp, what the hell is going on?” Snyder asked, pushing me as far away from Clash as he could.
“That motherfucker has a big ass mouth, and he needs to know when to shut it up.”
“That’s nearly impossible. I’ve tried that myself. It doesn’t work. He’s just incapable of shutting up,” Snyder joked, trying to soothe the situation. But he couldn’t soothe the beast raging inside me. I was a bull in the middle of a ring, and Clash was the clown with the red cape I was ready to eradicate from existence.
“I have no clue what the fuck I said to set you off, butbee-leaveme, I’m innocent,” Clash said with a not-so-innocent smile.
“I’m going to wipe that smile straight off your face, motherfucker.” I lunged again as Clash jumped back laughing.
“What’sstingingya, Waspy? Have you gone and lost yourhive—I mean, mind?”
“Clash, don’t you think egging him on with horrible bee jokes is only creating more problems?”
“I don’t know, Snydie, I think my jokes arebee-utiful. They deserve applause and all that shit.”
“Oh, I’ll give you applause,” I said, holding up my fists. “I have two fucking fists ready to give you a standing ovation. Meet righty and lefty,” I threatened. “Once they’re done with you, you’ll be on the floor unable to walk tomorrow.”
Clash laughed. “You’re all buzz and no sting. Besides, we all know that Wasps are justwanna-bees. And you, Waspy, justwanna-beeme.”
“Can I hit him now?” I questioned when Snyder dropped his hold on me.