Page 12 of London Has Fallen

“Fuck you two. I’ll take one for the team and do it,” Apollo says as he pushes his way between the other two dickheads. I pin each of them with a look that has the smiles dropping from each of their faces, these three need a lesson on fucking boundaries.

“The three of you will keep your fucking hands to yourself. No one is touching her?—”

“Aside from you?” Adonis smugly cuts in, saying.

“Fuck off, shit heads, and get everything in place,” I snap, without direction these three get into more trouble than I can handle cleaning up. I can already tell Cronos’s patience is thinning by the second and if the triplets aren’t careful, they will face his wrath. The triplets grumble but do as they’re told. Cronos stands there brooding silently but we’re all used to it and just ignore him. I place London down gently in the middle on a patch of grass. I can smell it in the air that snow is close to falling. As I reach for the button on her jeans Cronos snaps his arm out gripping my wrist and halting my movements. I turn and scowl up at him.

“Leave her in her clothes,” he forces out through clenched teeth.

“You dumbass, the only way to break a girl like her is to tear away her armor and force all her scars to the surface. In order for this to work we need to bare her to the world so she has no choice but to face her demons. That is the only way you break someone like her.” I rip my arm free and return to my task. Cronos knows better than anyone that I would never take advantage of her like this, I wouldn’t do that to any woman. I peel the jeans down her legs and bite down on my lip to focus on the pain I’m inflicting on myself rather than stare at the material that covers her pussy from me. I throw my leg over her and straddle her lap as I peel the hoodie off her, her shirt is next to go, leaving her in her bra and panties. The girl’s body is a work of fucking art, making my cock twitch in my pants.

“What’s that?” Cronos asks. I look to where he is pointing and frown. The only lighting is from the moon, so I pull my phone from my pocket and turn the torch on.

My brows raise at the sight. “A tattoo,” I breathe out. It’s not just any tattoo, it is in my language–Greek.

H ελευθερ?α ε?ναι δικ? μου.

“Freedom is mine to take,” I translate aloud. Cronos frowns and shakes his head.

“Why the fuck would she have a tattoo in Greek?” he asks.

Shaking my head I answer, “No idea, the girl is a fucking puzzle.”

“More like a present that I am jealous you got to unwrap.” I snap my head up and glare at Ares, who stands with Adonis and Apollo grinning.

“Shut the hell up, you idiot,” I snarl. Just as I’m about to slip off her, her eyes snap open and before I can do a fucking thing she strikes me with an open palm to the nose and shoves me off her. “Get her!” I shout as she jumps to her feet and makes a run for it. The triplets chase after her while Cronos stands there smirking. “Why the fuck are you smirking?” I yell.

“You underestimated her because she has a pussy you want to sink your cock into. Rookie error, brother,” he says in a mocking tone as he turns his back and walks away, leaving me here on the ground with blood running down my face. I wipe it away with the sleeve of my hoodie and leap to my feet. This fucking girl is going down. I take a step in the direction that the others went but pause. Turning back to the duffle bag, I crouch down and yank the zipper open and pull out the little case that holds the sedatives we used to knock her out. Opening the small case I cursed aloud. Cronos only used half the second dose, he never planned to let her stay out here!

Fuck!

Dropping the case, I race after the others. I can hear the distant shouts of my brothers. It’s so fucking dark without Cronos leading the way with his torch, I would use my own but if she is hiding then I don’t want to give up my location. I still in the middle of a bunch of trees and strain my hearing, the triplets shouts grow further away, good, those three couldn’t even hunt the fucking rabbit let alone someone as skilled as London.

“Come on, baby, I only want to play.” I roll my eyes at Adonis, he is a fucking sick little shit.

“Come on, London baby, I won’t ruin you for every other man,” Ares shouts. I shake my head in disgust. I’ve done a poor fucking job of raising those three if this is how they fucking act. Those fuckers will be punished for this shit, they won’t be making any taunts like this again. I slowly creep forward, drawing on my own training, keeping my feet light and making sure not to make a single peep or breath too hard.

Cronos is right, I did underestimate her but it isn’t because I want to fuck her. It wasn’t exactly her I had underestimated, it was her skillset. Clearly I made a huge error in thinking that she was some bimbo from the US that lived a lavish life. I checked her school records and found nothing but complaints from her teachers, none of them mentioned how well she did or didn’t do in her classes. She has never been in combat training with Cronos, it’s a class for seniors only so I won’t be able to get a good read on her skills until then.

My phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. I fish it out and hit answer when I see Ares’s name. Just as I bring it to my ear I feel the needle press against my neck and her at my back. I still in anticipation.

“Tell them to head back to the school,” she whispers low enough that Ares won’t be able to hear her through the phone. When I take too long, she presses the needle harder against my neck until it breaks the surface.

“Yeah?” I say playing it cool.

“We can’t find her, there’s no tracks to follow,” Ares says.

“Take Adonis and Apollo back to the school and wait there in case she somehow manages to get back there.”

“Dude, there is no way that bitch–” She presses the needle in deeper, so I cut my brother off before he can piss her off more.

“Do as you’re told. Cronos and I will keep searching for her.” I end the call without waiting for a reply.

“Hand me the phone,” she orders. I pass it to her over my shoulder playing along with her game for the time being.

“What’s your plan, London, drug me and leave me out here?” I ask smugly. She kicks the backs on my legs. I grunt when I land on the hard earth. She moves so she now stands before me. She’s so tiny that my face is in line with her stomach, I make sure to take my time as I slowly lift my gaze up her body. I meet her stare with a cocky smile.

“See something you like?” she snarks.

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