Page 21 of London Has Fallen

“Why do I feel like you aren’t bullshitting me?”

“Because I’m not. There is a reason no one has been able to overthrow my father and it’s because of that final trial. The current leader chooses who you meet in that room and believe me, he will not make it easy on you. If anything, he will make it twice as fucking hard.”

“He’s the one who gave you all those scars, isn’t he?” she whispers, all trace of her usual sass gone and in its place is nothing but sincerity.

“We aren’t friends, London. Don’t mistake my warning for anything other than what it is.”

She snorts. “So, we’re not friends but we can fuck?”

I quirk a brow. “If you’re offering I won’t say no.”

She fake gags again. “I’d rather finger fuck my own pussy, thank you very much.” I sit here and stare at her as she stands and leaves my office. She pauses in the doorway and looks back at me over her shoulder. “Here's some non-friendly advice for ya. Next time he tries to slice you up, kill him.”

My first day as headmaster and already I have had to deal with five students who have either been fighting, stealing or planning a mass murder. This school is filled with fucking psychos. I only took this job because I wasn’t given a choice. I know the other families didn’t care that I took the job, well, except for Bishop and Royal Murdoch. They both protested and fought the decision but they were out voted. It’s the final period and I know Cronos is teaching combat out the back on the quad so I make my way out there.

I stay hidden, lean against the building and watch as the students exit the building to meet with their instructor. London has no idea her new combat teacher is her bestie. I don’t see her through the crowd but I hear her squeal of delight at the sight of my twin. The other students part making sure to stay out of her way as she races toward my brother and throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Cronos stands there stiff and stunned for a second before he gently grips her exposed waist and sets her down. I grind my teeth at the sight of her gym clothes—sports bra and tight black leggings— with her hair in a ponytail. She looks good.

I won’t lie to myself, the sight of her has my cock hardening in my pants. I meant what I said this morning about fucking her. I would be all too willing to have her screaming my name, ripping my stitches to fuck her would be worth it. London moves back to join her peers but she keeps distance between her and them. That’s when I notice it, the divide. None of the other students seem warm or friendly toward her. Is she a loner?

“You’re here to learn to survive and if the need should arise, you are here to take a life with your bare hands,” Cronos says to the class.

“You can demonstrate it on me,” a girl calls out, earning giggles and whistles from her peers. Cronos frowns but my gaze is laser focused on London as she spins around and glares at the girl who called out.

“Touch him or make a pass at him again and I’ll snap your fucking neck, Sadie.” The laughter and murmurs cease at the sound of London’s voice. All of these students fear her. She has garnered their respect through fear and that is no easy fucking feat considering the guys in her class are six foot and the size of a linebacker.

“It was a joke,” the girl defends.

“No, a joke is having to stand here and look at you.” I watch the students around the girl shake with silent laughter. London turns back to Cronos and nods. “Carry on, bestie.” At her statement about Cronos being her bestie, the class all gasps, while my brother just shakes his head and smiles.

He fucking smiled!

How is it that this girl can bring a smile to his face after only knowing her for mere days, yet me and the triplets have to fight with everything we have to even get him to crack a smirk. That’s when it hits me. The only way to bring down a girl like London is to get inside her. I’m not like my father but some things are true, a man can fuck and feel nothing but a woman can’t. If I can manage to get her to spread her legs for me then I can get inside her head and Cronos is going to help me do it.

I stay here for an hour watching Cronos. When a demonstration needs to be done, London doesn’t even ask or wait for him to say anything, she just walks out into the center and spars with my brother. Yes, I knew she was trained by her family but knowing and seeing are two different things. She strikes with poise and purpose, every move calculated and thorough. Her stance is perfection and she never once drops her guard even as Cronos continues to come at her. She waits for her opening. When my brother drops his guard, she strikes out, lands two quick jabs to his jaw and nose before she takes two steps back and then runs at him, climbing his body until she is sitting on his shoulders. She locks her legs around his neck and drops back, using his own size against him, and flips him onto the ground where she tightens her hold on his neck.

I push off the wall and watch in astonishment, never have I ever seen my brother be subdued in a choke hold by anyone, much less a female. His face begins to turn a shade of red and purple. London sees the color in his face and reluctantly releases her hold on him and rolls away. Climbing to her feet, she doesn’t stick around, marching toward the building, ignoring the cheering of her peers. I race back inside and head toward the locker room from the other side of the school. I have no fucks to give so I don’t check if the locker room is empty before I walk in.

I lock the door behind myself and move through the rows of lockers before I come to a stop at the sight of London sitting on the bench seat in front of her open locker with her head down. Frowning at the sight of her looking so distraught, I move closer. At the sound of my approach, she leaps to her feet and glares at me.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Artemis?” I smirk.

“Well, I can see you have no trouble telling me and my brother apart.”

She scoffs as she turns her back to me and grabs her towel and some other shit from her locker. “Your brother is wearing shorts and a singlet and is currently teaching a class,” she deadpans before shouldering past me. I grunt but say nothing as I follow after her. I pause in the entryway of the showers. There are no doors or curtains, it’s just one giant stall with a dozen shower heads. London drops her things onto one of the bench seats, then turns her head to me. “You gonna watch like a perv?”

“I thought I might check out the pussy I’m getting on my knees for.”

She scoffs. “Whatever you say, pretty boy. You aren’t the first and you won’t be the last to make a pass at me. Nudity doesn’t bother me like other girls, so get your fill and then store it away in your mind for your spank bank.” I’m about to reply but clamp my mouth closed as she yanks her sports bra off. She keeps her gaze on me the entire time, challenging me but I can’t stop my gaze lowering to take in the sight of her tits—fuck they are perfect and full. Big enough to fit in my hands as I push them together and thrust my cock between them. I return my gaze to hers, meeting her challenge with one of my own.

Drop those pants.

She can see it in my eyes and doesn’t back down. She pushes her leggings down her long toned legs and kicks them to the side. I get a second to drink in the sight of her pink pussy before she turns and marches toward the shower, giving me the perfect view of her luscious ass—fuck me sideways, she puts the bubble in bubble butt. She turns the shower on and doesn’t wait for it to heat up before she steps beneath the spray. I debate leaving her be and finding her later but she turns to face me and meets me with a challenge in her green eyes.

“You gonna stand there and watch or test out how durable your stitches are?” The confidence she exudes is like none other I have ever seen before. London isn’t shy and coy like most girls. She doesn’t mince her words or try to pretend to be someone she isn’t. She loves who she is and the fact she isn’t ashamed to say what she means or wants is… attractive as fuck.

“You gonna go cry to your daddy after?” I taunt.

She rolls her eyes. “Who I decide to fuck is none of my dad’s concern.” Taking her at her word, I close the space between us, not giving a fuck that my clothes are wet and I’m pressed against her hot, naked little body. I grip the back of her neck and force her onto her tiptoes, loving the lustful look in her eyes as I ghost my lips over hers. I feel the shiver racing down her spine and relish in it.

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