Page 78 of London Has Fallen

“Before or after I fuck your daughter on top of your rotting corpse?” He turns to me, his eyes burn with the need for my blood, so I keep baiting him. “Do you have any idea how good your daughter can suck dick?”

“You're dead!” he roars as he charges me, I land on the hard ground with a grunt. His right hook cracks across my jaw and has my vision turning blurry. I cover my face trying to block some of his hits but the motherfucker is relentless. “I’ll fucking rip you apart, you cunt.”

“Enough!” Costa roars but Royal ignores him as he keeps landing hit after hit. I manage to land a few hits on him and fuck it feels good. “I said enough!” Costa screams as he suddenly appears above us and pushes the gun into the side of Royal’s temple. I look to the side to see London on the ground.

He knocked her out!

“You will die alongside your father,” Royal spits. “I knew you were never good enough for her.” His chest rises and falls rapidly. Costas smirks, loving the idea of watching Royal kill me.

“You're going to hell tonight, you worthless piece of shit.” Costa sneers down at me. Panic flares to life inside me, I can’t allow him to kill Royal. If he does, all of this was for nothing and I will be buried in a hole beside or at the bottom of the ocean with some concrete bracelets. When I spy movement out of the corner of my eye, hope flares inside me.

“Not before you do!” London screams, then plunges her knife into the side of Costa’s neck.

London

I rip the knife from his neck and gasp when his blood spurts all over my face and chest. He claws at his throat trying to staunch the blood escaping but fails. I yank him back by his shirt and jump on top of him.

“Before you die, You will feel what he did.” I slice the blade across his chest. He tries to scream but it just sounds like he’s gargling mouthwash. I do it again but this time dig the blade in so fucking deep I struggle to drag it through him. A haze overtakes me as I continue to slice him, then I go for his fingers and cut off every one on his right hand, the hand he touched me with. “Fucking cunt,” I scream, as I begin to stab him,

“Baby, that’s enough,” I hear Artemis say before he wraps his arms around me and drags me off his father. We fall to the ground with my back to his chest. I hold the blade in a vice like grip as I stare at Costa’s dead body. “You’re okay, he’ll never touch you again, baby, I promise.” He places kisses to the side of my head and the feeling of his lips slowly brings me out of my haze as my dad kneels down in front of me. He looks like he’s on the verge of passing out. He slowly reaches out and cups my face between his hands, the smile on his face is laced with sadness but it's the sight of the unshed tears in his eyes that worries me.

“You will never put me in a position like that again, that sight will haunt me until the day I die.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmur.

“Never again, baby girl.” He yanks me to him and crushes me against his chest, placing a kiss to the top of my head. “I love you too fucking much to live without you. I won’t survive losing you.” The watery tone of his voice brings tears to my own eyes. Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him tight.

“I love you, Dad.” He relaxes into me and I feel some of the tension leave him.

“I love you too, London, so much.” I pull back and smile up at him, he places a kiss on my forehead before resting back on his haunches. Artemis snakes an arm around my waist and draws me back into him, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck, not caring about the blood that covers me. “You knew she had the knife,” Dad says, it’s not a question but Artemis answers him anyway.

“Yes. You have to know I didn’t mean anything that I said about her. I needed him to take the gun off her so she could strike. Easiest way to do that was to get you angry enough to fight me.”

Dad snorts. “You just have to breathe to piss me off.” I can’t help the laugh that slips past my lips.

“Hey, I thought you were on my side?” Artemis tries to sound angry but fails.

“She will always be on my team, dick.” Dad’s words lack the bite they usually hold.

“From now on I’m team Switzerland!” I say proudly.

“No!” they both shout.

“Why not?” I snap, looking at each of them.

“Because you started this war!”

“You nearly killed me!” they say at the same time, I roll my eyes.

“You both are so freaking dramatic.”

“And you’re a pain in the ass but we manage to put up with you.” I balk at Artemis.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Dad tacks on.

I pout. “I liked it better when you wanted to kill him and didn’t gang up on me.”

“Fuck me,” Artemis grumbles, I smile and open my mouth but Dad covers it with his hand and glares right at me.

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