Page 74 of London Has Fallen

“Calm the fuck down, Royal, we’re nearly there,” Chanel reprimands him from the front seat. I peer over London’s shoulder to see Royal practically frothing at the mouth.

“Move your ass now, London. I’m not fucking with you.” The deadly calm tone of his voice alerts me to the fact he is at his wits end.

“Omorfia—”

“If you try to ask me to move, Artemis, I will break your rib then stomp on your dick.” I snap my mouth closed and leave her to it. “I am staying right here and you are going to take a chill pill. I’m eighteen, Dad.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re forty.”

“This is happening!”

“The fuck it is, what comes next is on you.” Dread pools inside me, the remainder of the ride spent in silence. Having London on my lap is easier now thanks to Amelia removing my stitches this morning. It’s still fucking tender and sore but not as bad. When we arrive at the private airfield, I frown at the sight of four private jets. When I spot the black one, my jaw unhinges.

“You didn’t,” Kacey says through his laughter.

“He’s going to kill you,” Chanel says through her own laughter. Chaos just sits there shaking his head smiling.

“After the shit he pulled this morning, he fucking deserves it.” The humor is clear in Royal’s voice. We pull up next to the other cars that are already parked. London climbs out before me and I go to follow after her but the moment my feet touch the ground, I’m met with a punch to the gut. I drop to my knees in fucking pain. I think Royal just fucking ripped my wound open again.

“What the fuck, Dad!” London screams.

“I told you what comes next is on you, help him and I’ll break his fucking nose next time, touch him again after that and I’ll blow out his fucking kneecaps.”

“You little fucking prick!” Thank you Bishop for interrupting this standoff. While her father’s back is turned, she helps me to my feet and I lift my shirt to check my wound, it’s not open but it is fucking throbbing now.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I choke on fucking air hearing Royal call his father daddy. Bishop looks like a bull charging at a red flag as he storms over to Royal, bumping his chest against his.

“You want me to give you an ass whooping, don’t you?”

“Make my day and try it, old man.” Seeing them facing off against each other is fucking fascinating. They are mirror images of each other except for the eyes and clothes. Bishop peers over Royal’s shoulder and winks at London. Royal steps back and darts his gaze between his father and daughter.

“What the fuck did you two do?”

London gasps and tries to look shocked but fails. “Daddy, I would never do anything to hurt you even after you punched my boyfriend for no reason.” Hearing her call me that has a goofy fucking grin stretching across my face.

“Don’t fucking call him that.”

“You see, you little shit, when you are making phone calls to get my plane painted fucking pink with a chess piece on the side, you should make sure your daughter isn’t listening.” Royal’s eyes widen.

“What the fuck did you do, London?”

“Moi? I did nothing, Daddy.” She waves him off and grabs my hand, dragging me toward the plane. “Grandpa may have had your four cars towed to the paint shop to be painted the same color as his plane so you two could match.” Laughter bursts out of me, I can hear Bishop and Royal arguing behind us but the moment we enter the jet my laughter dies in my throat at the sight of the rest of the Murdoch brothers and their brother-in-law. All five of their gazes snap toward me and to say the cabin turned chilly is an understatement. It’s as cold as a fucking morgue in here!

London

Artemis has been weird and tense since we boarded the plane, he’s only spoken to me when I’ve asked him a question. He’s spent most of the time planning an attack with my uncles and dad, his brothers are even included in the conversation but I’m not interested in what they are talking about enough to care to give them my input.

“Why do you look like you're planning someone's murder?” I pull my gaze from Artemis to look over at Uncle Chaos, who sits opposite me.

“He’s being weird,” I huff out. “Should I punch him in the face to get his attention?”

He smiles. “Not unless you want to make your father happy.” I scrunch my face.

“Yeah, okay, fair point.” Silence stretches between us as he goes back to typing on his computer while I watch Artemis explain the layout of the cove to my uncles, dad and grandpa.

“He doesn’t have a choice, karma.”

“What do you mean?” He closes the lid of his laptop and gives me his full attention, making sure to keep his voice low so only I can hear when he speaks.

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