Chapter Twenty-Two
XADEN
I stand behind the counter in my kitchen with a pack of frozen peas on my dick.
Cas got home mere minutes after we did. When the bastard saw me standing here, he burst out laughing and then called for Toren to join us.
The little cunt is sitting on one of the stools opposite me.
The smug look on her face has me clenching my free hand so hard my knuckles crack.
I need to beat the shit out of someone, slice them up tonight, because if I don’t, she will become my victim and not my fucking prize to show off next week.
“Terror, say sorry to Xaden for injuring his cock,” Cas says in a mocking tone.
“I’ll break your fucking jaw, Vought,” I hiss.
Caspian laughs then taps the right hand side of his jaw. “Line 'em up, big boy, I could go a few rounds.”
“You think this shit is funny?” I roar, then throw the bag of peas across the room.
All traces of humor vanish from Cas’s face as he turns to fully face me.
I take one step toward him, ready to put him in his fucking place, but the little cunt leaps off her stool and darts in between us, keeping her back to me.
My nostrils flare, this bitch thinks she’s safe enough to turn her back on me!
“Cas, please don’t fight. I lashed out because…
he pissed me off. This was my fault and I don’t want you fighting with your friend because of me.
” I raise my hands by instinct, wanting to strangle the fuck out of her, but then Cas shoots me a scornful look and gives his head a subtle shake.
I drop my hands back to my sides and reign in my temper.
“Don’t stress, Terror. Xaden just gets touchy when he hasn’t been laid in a minute.” The motherfucker has a death wish.
“Oh, I… yeah, I don’t want to comment on that,” she mutters awkwardly.
“Why not?” I press in a suggestive tone, as I close the space between us until her back is flush against my chest. The feeling of her body against me has repulsion rearing inside me. Having my hands on her today made me feel dirty. The feeling of her skin beneath my lips was gag inducing.
“It’s not my place,” she says quietly.
“It could be,” I volley back as I step around her and stalk out of the room, then call over my shoulder, “I suggest you get ready, Tink. We leave in forty minutes.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she fights back.
“Oh, yes you are, Terror,” I hear Cas say.
I’m sitting on the sofa beside Cas, grinding my teeth to the point of pain. The bitch is late.
“We taking him tonight?” Caspian asks, pulling me from my inner rage.
“If he tries anything, then yeah. If he doesn’t, then we leave him until after the match. I want a fair game and Somerset losing that pipe smoker would be a blow,” I admit.
“I’ll keep eyes on her all night. Chances are her brother will be there.”
“If he or that pussy Kellan are here, she will be with me.”
“You made your move clear today after practice. You’re in Masen and Kellan’s heads now.”
Hearing that brings a smile to my face. “Let the mind fucking begin.”
“I need to take the edge off tonight.” I hear the bloodlust in his tone and much like Cas, I need the release as well.
“Find one tonight. Text me the details.” The sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor draws both our attention toward the hallway.
All the anger and irritation I felt a moment ago vanishes when she steps into view.
Her hair is straight and loose down her back.
Her blue eyes are enhanced by the makeup she wears.
She’s wearing a red swimsuit that leaves little to the imagination.
The slit down the front stops just below her belly button ring, showcasing her plump tits and flat stomach.
There are cuts on the sides of the outfit, showcasing more of her skin.
She wears denim cutoffs with the button popped and the zipper down, the wedged high heels she wears strapped around her calves only serving to enhance her look.
It pisses me off that the necklace she normally wears isn’t around her neck. I want to see what the fucking thing is and why she is forever grasping it.
“I think my text is going to go unanswered tonight,” Cas mutters beside me. I shoot the bastard a glare as I climb to my feet and blank my face of all emotion when I look at her. Her blue eyes are filled with unease. Good.
I’m about to shatter her before we even leave.
“Looks like the team is going to have fun taking turns on you,” I spit as I stalk past her.
There is a look of hurt flashing in her as I head out the door, to my car.
The bitch can hitch a ride with Cas on his bike.
I hate going to these things, but as the captain of my team I have no choice but to make an appearance.
I always make sure to show my face at any party Somerset is throwing at the beach.
Well, I used to but now, I fucking hate going to that place.
I spend the entire drive lost in my head, reliving memories of the times Neave, Miles and I would come down here to stir some shit and get in the Somerset fuckers’ heads.
Unlike me, my two best friends were good.
They were the type of guys a girl would be proud to bring home to meet their family.
They wouldn’t be happy about my plan and hate that I’m doing it in their name, but this isn’t just about them—it’s about her.
Aside from those two, she was my reason, my rock, my fucking person.
Whenever the world was against me, she would be against the world trying to protect me, because she was all that was good in my life.
The sound of my phone ringing through the Bluetooth system pulls me from my thoughts. I already know who it will be without having to check the caller ID. I hit answer on the steering wheel.
“Yeah?” I bite out.
“Watch that tone, boy,” he warns.
“What do you need?”
“That little cunt’s father wants a meet.” I pull into the parking lot and kill the engine before I answer him.
“Why?” The hatred is tangible in that one word.
“No idea.”
I scoff. “I don’t believe for a second that the almighty Lorenzo Devlin wouldn’t have his spies keeping tabs on Kellar Sr.”
“You’re pushing me, boy. Do I need Hammer and Tike to show you some manners?”
I growl, the sound savage and unhinged. “Send your men, Pops. Just don’t come crying to me when I send those dickless bitches back to you in pieces. You want a meeting with that spineless bastard, then go for it, but I won’t be there—”
“You will be where the fuck I tell you to be. Tomorrow night, be here and don’t be fucking late, Xaden.”
“I have nothing to say to that worthless bastard!” I roar.
“Maybe not to him, but word is he’s brought his son into the fold and I’m sure you have a lot to say to him, don’t you?”
Hearing that the senator has brought his son into his world is a surprise.
“Send me the details,” is all I say before I end the call.
Masen Kellar has just put himself in the center of the playing board.
Before he had the ignorance of not knowing the whole truth about me but now, the gloves are off and I can finally play dirty.