Page 47 of Disobedient Pawn

I couldn’t believe what she was doing. I’d never seen a girl act like this before and especially around me. I was the next King, people ran scared, bowed at my feet, or wanted to fuck me, but this girl stared at me with pure hatred.

“Freak, what the fuck? Go away!” Vicky screamed in my ear, making me wince.

There was no fucking way she was putting my face on a live-streaming channel. If my father saw that, I’d be beaten for a week. I quickly pulled out of Vicky and grabbed my T-shirt off the floor, holding it up like a shield to cover my face. I snapped the condom off and purposely dropped it into Ren’s trash. Thank god that was over, at least.

Grabbing my track pants, I yanked them on and shoved my feet into my sneakers before marching for the door. Keeping my head covered, I leaned down close to her ear. “Turn the camera off,” I growled low enough that only Ren could hear.

“It’s already off. Like, I actually want your ass on my art channel? I like to inspire people not horrify them. I’ve seen old men at the park with better asses than yours. If I were going to film anyone, it would be one of the guys from Meadow Grove,” she said.

My lip lifted in a snarl. She managed to say the one thing that would really piss me off. I glanced at her phone, and sure enough, it was pointed at the ground. She smiled at me when I grabbed her arm.

“Careful, Nash, you have a bunch of witnesses watching and filming,” Ren whispered, her silvery eyes flashing with the same intensity of hatred I felt in my chest. What did Myles see in this girl?

“You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you? That you have me all figured out.” I let go of her arm but leaned in, bracing my arm against the door to block out the view of the cameras with my back. “You have no idea the kind of monster I can be. Consider yourself on notice.”

“I’m trembling in my boots,” she snarked and crossed her arms. Her face was a mask of stone, but I could see the slight uncertainty under the layer of anger. I wanted more. Ren didn’t have a clue who she was dealing with, but she was about to. I’d make sure of it.

“Watch your back, Princess. I’m coming for you.”

Pushing away from the door, I turned to walk away.

“At least you’ll be coming for someone!” She growled back.

The hallway ohhhed, and I froze. Looking over my shoulder at her, my jaw cracked as I ground my teeth together. No, this was not the time, but she had it coming.

“What the fuck are you all looking at?” Doors slammed, and people jumped back inside to get out of my way.

This bet may have started as a stupid little game, but now I didn’t even care if I won as long as I got to make Ren’s life a living hell.

* * *

Ren

I slammed the door so hard that it shook the walls, and I heard the stupid pink wreath hanging on the outside fall.

“What the hell is your problem?” Vicky yelled as she stomped toward me with a blanket wrapped around her body. Her hair was a mess, and her face was red as she fumed, but I was just as pissed off. All the crap I’d managed to hold back the last few days of living with this woman had erupted to the surface. Between the shit with Myles earlier and now this, I was done.

“Me?” I growled. “We’re not even supposed to have a guy in the room, let alone have sex with him, and it’s after curfew. You didn’t even mark the door. My eyes are permanently scarred,” I growled and stood my ground as Vicky got in my face.

“Spare me. That is the closest you’ll ever get to action with a real man. No one of Nash’s social standing would ever touch the likes of you, Davies. You and your family are nobodies.” Vicky said this like it was an insult, but in reality, I couldn’t be happier. It just proved that she didn’t know or didn’t want to see what an asshole her boyfriend really was. The fact that he’d already threatened to fuck me twice screamed it all.

“Oh no,” I gasped and clutched at my heart. “I won’t have the opportunity to be with a cheating piece of shit that treats everyone like crap? What ever will I do?”

Vicky’s eyes narrowed. “Nash is not a cheater.”

“If you believe that, you’re a bigger idiot than I thought. That guy is so far from faithful that he’d have to look the word up in the dictionary to know what it even means.” For just a blink, Vicky looked like I slapped her. She had to know the reality. How could you not? I’d been here less than a week and heard the rumors about the wild parties the guys threw. To know all the shit people said was why I purposely wore my headphones without any music playing when I wasn’t in class. It was the perfect way to make everyone think I couldn’t hear them.

One of the girls in my art class had been whispering to her friend about how much fun she had a few weekends ago when Nash ate her out while her friend rode him. That was pretty specific to be fake news.

“Just because you want to die dried up and alone doesn’t mean that I have to,” she said, and even though there was no way for her to know about my mum, the statement hit hard. “I plan on marrying Nash. He is a King.”

I screwed up my face. There was nothing kingly about that guy. Asshole thug whose family happened to have money, sure, but a king? No. I hated how everyone walked around calling the assholes in the school kings like they were something special. Lets get real people, were on a swim team, they didn’t rule a country.

“Setting your standards low, I see. Good for you, Vicky. Then he can permanently fuck around on you while you stay in your fancy home with your two and a half kids wondering where he is. If you think you’re going to change him, you’d better give your head a shake. That guy isn’t changing for anyone, no matter how many girls you threaten, rings you put on his finger, or tantrums you throw.”

Her face went so red I thought she was going to be the one to erupt. Vicky raised her hand like she was going to poke me.

“Don’t touch me, or you’ll find out how much of a freak I can be when I shove it up your own ass.” I wasn’t sure I’d actually do that to her, but the anger and hatred boiling inside me was lethal and scared me.