Page 51 of London Has Fallen

I smile sadly down at her, then toss the blade to the side not giving a fuck about the consequences, and kiss her. She kisses me back with a hunger I’ve felt from her before, she may not say aloud but I can feel it in this kiss. She likes me and given the choice to kill or not, she would flounder. I break the kiss, gasping for air. I roll back to my side of the bed flinching in pain, my fucking leg is burning and my ribs are protesting but that kiss was worth it.

It’s been about three weeks since I walked out of London’s room. I haven’t spoken to her or forced her to work out of my office since then. From what I hear from her teachers she is doing well in classes which shocks the hell out of me. I expected her to fight back and rebel but I’m pleasantly surprised at the turn of events. The only worry I have now is Costa’s silence. The second trial should have begun last week and I haven’t heard from him. I push that thought away as I continue to reply to emails until my office door bursts open to reveal an angry looking Max.

“Mind telling me why the fuck my cousin is threatening to come here and murder your brother?” I shove back from my desk and stand.

“The fuck do you mean?” I snap. Max–Amelia moves toward me and shoves her phone in my face. My brows jump to my hairline when I see a picture of London and Cronos, each seated on tattoo chairs with an artist each tattooing them.

“Royal is going to kill your brother.”

“Why?”

“He thinks Cronos is you!”

“Fuck,” I snarl as I snag my keys off the edge of my desk and rush to the garage. There is only one tattoo parlor in town so I know exactly where they are. I planted my foot the whole way, the past three weeks have been great. I haven’t had to deal with London’s father since he found out about the first trial. The fucker blew my phone up and when I refused to answer his calls, he started forcing Max to write down threats and leave them on my desk promising me he would inflict as much pain as possible when I finally grew the balls to leave the school, his words not mine.

I park my car behind Cronos’s and dash into the store, my anger is riding me. I have more important shit to deal with right now instead of worrying about London cutting class and getting tatted up with my fucking brother. At the sight of me they both smirk.

“Told you he would snitch,” London says to Cronos.

“I didn’t snitch on anyone!” I snap, she rolls her eyes.

“Wasn’t talking about you, pretty boy.” I move toward them. One guy tries to stop me but I pin him with a fucking look that promises pain if he touches me. He wisely backs up and lets me pass, I open my mouth to rip the pair of them a new asshole but snap my mouth closed at the sight of their tattoos. London has a portrait of some guy… No, not some guy. I met Chaos Murdoch and I know without a doubt that isn’t his face on her forearm, it’s his twin, Havoc with the Ace of Diamonds card in the background. Cronos has a portrait of… Aida on his forearm.

“Planning on getting inked mate?” the guy tattooing London asks. The she-devil looks up at me and smirks before answering for me.

“Nah, he’s the headmaster of my school, so no tats for him.”

“Oh, so not your boyfriend then?” The hopeful tone of his voice has me grinding my teeth, she shoots me a wink before looking back to the dick head tattooing her.

“Nope. I’m young, free and single.”

“Want to hang out later?” the motherfucker with the death wish asks her.

Before she can answer I cut in. “No, she has a date riding her headmaster’s dick for the remainder of her schooling.” For once I manage to catch London off guard, she chokes on air while Cronos laughs and the cunt tattooing her scoffs. “Problem?” I snarl, he stops his gun and turns to look up at me.

“You know that shit is illegal, right?” The cockiness in his gaze and the smug lilt to his voice has me clenching my fists at my sides.

“So is me murdering your family while you watch but that still won’t stop me from doing it if you try to flirt with her again.”

“Calm down, pretty boy, he was only joking.” The fucker gulps loudly and forces himself to nod before returning to his task. If he knows what’s good for him he’ll keep his fucking mouth shut until we leave, make no mistake, she is leaving with me tonight.

It’s about an hour for them both to finish. They get their arms wrapped and high five each other before making their way toward where I sit on the faux leather couch. I say nothing as I wait for them to get a rundown on after care from their artists. I tune them out until I hear that motherfucker try his luck again.

“Hit me up when you finish school and riding him.” I spin around ready to fuck him up but London beats me to it.

“His dick’s too good to give up and I don’t shit where I eat, so unless you want me to travel the three hours out of town for my next tattoo, I suggest you shut the fuck up.” He stares at her with an open mouth, Cronos just laughs and dumps a stack of cash on the counter before wrapping his arm around London’s shoulders and leading her past me. I shoot the cunt a glare before I follow after them. She tries to head to my brother's car but I dart my arm out and snag her wrist pulling her with me.

“I’m assuming you want to get laid?” she snarks. I growl in response before opening her door and shoving her inside. “Oh, I like it when you get rough.” I glare down at her.

“And I like it when your mouth is full of my cock so you can’t speak but we can’t always get what we want,” I snap before slamming the door closed and heading around to my side. Cronos stands there scowling at me but I ignore him as I climb behind the wheel and burn rubber. I spy her pulling her phone from her pocket, then scrolls through her messages and laughs before placing a call.

“Block your ears,” she says as she puts the call on speaker and grins, the person answers on the second ring.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” My eyes widen slightly at the sound of her father’s voice, she laughs in response. She is a fucking maniac! “You think this is fucking funny?”

“Calm your tits, old man, it’s just a tattoo.”

“You got a fucking tattoo of some guys face on your arm!” I see her turn rigid beside me.

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