Royal Havoc

51. Porn Job Betty

fifty-one

Porn Job Betty

Vexen: 2024

I round the corner, almost running into Hendrix, when Zeke shoves me from behind. Over Hendrix’s shoulder, I notice Dad leaning against the wall down the hall beside a door. Onyx steps from behind Hendrix, and my stomach cramps with knots. The sleeve holding one of her arms is completely soaked in a puddle of blood.

“Onyx,” I gasp, launching towards her.

“Stop,” she hisses, refusing to look at me.

“What took you so long?” Hendrix asks, eyeing both of us skeptically over her head.

My heart races, watching her shift her weight from side to side, wearing the hideous bloody contraption someone’s locked her in.

“This joint’s worse than Edge. Everything is the damn same. Arrows and signs pointing to hallways that look the same. We got turned around twice, searching for my sister,” Zeke answers because I’m too stunned to speak.

She avoids my questioning stare as though I’m invisible, pissing me off even more. Copper filters over my taste buds the longer she ignores me.

“Vance is watching the teacher. Where the hell did that nut job come from?” Hendrix asks, motioning down the hall at Dad.

“He started this year. There’s something off —”

“You fucking think? You should have brought that shit to me. You might say you’re the king, but you’ve still got a lot to learn,” he lectures, sizing me up. “You’ve got shoes to fill. Don’t get lost in that head of yours,” he warns.

“Did you find Zoey? Her ass texted me a while ago, but we couldn’t find her,” Zeke asks.

“What about her SUV?” Hendrix questions.

“She’s here,” Onyx hisses at the floor, still refusing to look at us. “She had some fun stuff to say,” she finishes, her head finally snapping up to glare wickedly at me.

Hendrix smiles proudly down at his daughter. His brows raise when his eyes sway to find me. “Sounds like someone’s in the dog house,” he jokes, fueling my burning veins.

“Um, pretty sure Nolan’s dead body’s lying around somewhere. Mr. Brickman disposed of it while psycho played in his blood,” Onyx informs us.

“You’re full of information,” Hendrix taunts, bumping her good arm.

“Yep, and I got a few more nuggets,” she spits at me. “Which is why me and Vexey Pooh are going to go talk to a bitch in a chair. Alone,” she adds, glaring daggers at me.

“I’m guessing the bitch is my sister, Vexey Pooh,” Zeke teases, trying to hide his laughter. “Wait until Keegan hears,” he jokes.

I’m going to bust his pretty lips for his prince.

“Zeke, let’s fill in Vance. Then we’ll search for Nolan’s body. Vex, text when my daughter’s done handing you your balls,” Hendrix jokes, stepping behind his daughter.

Onyx moves quickly. “Don’t. Vex can help me with the jacket,” she tells Hendrix, shocking the hell out of me.

He holds his hands up, stepping back. “Got it. We’ll see you in a bit. Stay away from Amethyst,” he warns seriously.

Once they’re down the hall, she steps in front of me, showing me her back. “Get me out of this thing,” she orders tiredly.

“Is your arm okay?” I ask, unbuckling the strap, struggling to keep my anger in check.

“Fucking psycho cut open my scar. I’ll probably need stitches. But I’m not bleeding out. Just be careful, the sleeve's stuck to my arm,” she warns, hissing in relief when I release her arms to her sides.

Slowly, we work together, peeling the material from the drying wound. She winces, and my heart blazes with rage, ready to hurt Amethyst. Once she’s free, I pull off my hoodie and t-shirt to rip the fabric to tie around her arm.

“Jesus, put your fucking clothes on,” she hisses, yanking the t-shirt from my hand and wrapping it around her arm.

I’ve barely got the sweatshirt over my head before she sighs, storming down the hall, mumbling something about twenty-three steps.

She stops outside a door, her good hand resting on the handle as she turns to glare at me seriously, tiny flames dancing in her caramel eyes.

“If you lie to me in this fucking room…” she pauses, and I notice her pale a little. “I’ll let my whack job sister play arts and crafts with your ass,” she warns evilly before yanking open the door.

Zoey’s head snaps up, bashing the back of her skull into the wooden death trap she’s been strapped to. “About time! Did you stick your dick in her first?” she screeches, shifting around angrily.

Onyx cocks a brow at me, waiting to hear my response. “My dick isn’t your concern,” I warn, treading lightly.

“Go ahead, Zoey,” Onyx spits her name. “Tell Vex about your new bestie, and your peeking hobby,” she instructs angrily.

“Huh?” I grunt in confusion, not sure I’m following.

“Don’t play dumb. I already told her you were doing fine without her,” Zoey snaps.

“Yeah she did. After she made friends with Amethyst, to spy on me for her. And , she’s been peeking in your windows, because she thinks you belong to her. Why would she think that?” Onyx questions, growing madder with each passing second.

I knew this would come out eventually. I just wanted to talk about it in private. “We fucked. Once. After a party. I was —”

“Shove the ‘I was drunk,’ up your ass!” Onyx shouts, kicking my knee almost sending me to the ground. “You’re a piece of shit, sleeping with your best friend's sister,” she pants, using all her breath to take shots at me.

Let the firing begin. “You’ve got nerve, porn job Betty! At least I didn’t fuck her on social,” I argue, watching her jaw drop to the floor. “For the record, Franky won’t be walking or using his dick any time soon.”

Her good hand connects with my face. “I hate you —”

I grab her wrist, refusing to let her get away. “She was my first. Tell her what I told you,” I growl at Zoey.

Tears glaze over her eyes. “I was a mistake,” she whines quietly.

“She caught me at a fucked up time, years ago. Nothing’s happened since. It was a mistake.”

“Let my daughter go,” Hendrix chimes in. “You two can work through your shit later. Zeke, wait on your Dad. He’s on disposal duty tonight. Then take your sister home and meet us at the place. Vex, go with your dad, get Brickman to the place quietly. We’re transporting Amethyst,” Hendrix tells Onyx once he’s done issuing orders.

All of us agree and split up to handle our tasks. I’ll finish fixing things with her after we’re finished with the bullshit.