Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Fucking fuck.
“Hey, twat,” I manage between groans. “That hurts.”
“Exactly the point, motherfucker.”
I block some of his hits, but some of them land straight on my rib cage.
I wonder if I’m bleeding on the floor. Perhaps my ending won’t be as glorious as I thought it would be. Preferably in the middle of my studio, surrounded by my masterpieces that come to life à la Pygmalion style.
“Is this the best you can do, mafia prince?” I taunt with a barely audible voice. “You punch like a girl.”
A certain girl comes to mind whenever erotic violence is involved.
Only, I don’t mind if she shatters my ribs as long as she rides my cock and chokes on it for redemption right after.
“Stop!”
The voice filters through my haziness, and I pause. Please don’t tell me I lowered my standards and asked Nikolai to stop.
It’s then I realize it does sound like mine. Only one person has the audacity to be so chaotically emotional while sharing my otherworldly physical traits.
Surprisingly, Nikolai jerks back, putting the episode of “Punching Bag Landon” on hold as he stares at who I assume is my brother. His eyes narrow and darken and his nostrils flare.
What. The. Fuck?
I’m going to kill this bastard. How dare he look at Bran—my fucking twin brother—like he’s his next bitch?
My. Fucking. Brother.
The Landon King’s identical twin.
I slam my fist against his cheek so fast and hard, he falls sideways, and blood explodes on his face.
My ribs ache, and I can feel my own blood decorating my features, but I manage to stagger to my feet in the midst of roaring cheers.
“King! King! King!”
I kick Nikolai in the ribs before he manages to get to his knees, then I jerk him up by a fistful of his hair and whisper in his ear, “This is your first and last warning. Keep your fucking eyes off my brother or I will claw them the fuck out.”
He kicks me back, but I dodge at the last minute, letting the hit fall to the edge of my leg. Then I jump out of the ring.
Fuck the fight.
Fuck the lot of the Heathens. I’m going to set their lives on fire before they get another one of my siblings. I’m not even over the fact that my sister defected to Killian, and now, this fucker thinks he can set his sights on my brother.
Remi and Bran rush toward me and I grab my brother by the collar and drag him out while Remi dabs at my lip and tries to stop the bleeding.
“What did you say to him?” Bran asks, not bothering to fight my grip.
“None of your fucking business.”
“It is if it was about me.”
I stop in the middle of the tunnel that leads to the changing rooms. “Do you want it to be about you, Bran? Is that it?”
This time, he pushes me away and stands toe to toe with me. “I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t have to for me to get the message. What’s with you lately?”
“As you so eloquently said earlier, none of your business.”
“Now, now.” Remi steps between us. “No need to fight when my lordship is here. Drinks on me?”
“Take him.” I flick my finger in my brother’s general direction. “He’s obviously in desperate need of a wake-up call.”
“And you’re not?” Bran gently pushes Remi away and gets in my face. “What Nikolai did just now will look like a warm-up once he finds out about your recent fixation on his sister.”
“His sister?” Remi asks, sounding as lost as a lamb. “Mia?”
I grin, purposefully putting my bloodied teeth on display.
Naturally, when I found her having fun with Bran and Remi, I was under the obligation to set the record straight and hint, not so subtly, that she was off-limits.
Bran shares my genes and, therefore, is intelligent enough to put certain pieces together. But Remi seems to have perfected the fool’s image, even though it’s mostly that—an image. Now, however, he’s connected the dots and looks at me as if I’ve completely lost my marbles and will actively cause a third world war.
“He won’t be able to hurt me in this lifetime. I, on the other hand…” My voice drops. “Can finish what I started with his meaningless life.”
“At the expense of losing Mia for good?” Bran delivers the question with disturbing calm.
“Utter nonsense. If anything, she should kiss my feet for taking on the tedious task of removing the unnecessary oaf from her life.”
“Just because you think so little of your own siblings doesn’t mean everyone else shares your sentiments.” He jams his index finger against my shoulder. “If you cared to know more about Mia, you would’ve found out that she loves and, more importantly, respects both her siblings. They have a tight relationship, ask about one another all the time, and make sure to meet several times a week. But then again, you’ve always faked your way through those feelings, so of course you wouldn’t know what they mean, even if they were to splash your precious car’s windshield. So, by all means, attack her brother and cousins. Burn down their mansion and sabotage their existence. Destroy whatever saving grace she sees in you so she’ll send you packing. The way I see it, you don’t deserve her and never will.”