“But, if you go to war with the Greeks, that means the end of the peace treaty you worked so hard for.”
“Then let’s hope I can con my dad into backing me when I meet with Costa to try to right this wrong.”
I have a sinking feeling it’s already too late. They know what I did and they will come for me… Well, guess what, motherfuckers, I’ll be ready and waiting for you to try and take me out.
London
With great power comes great responsibility.
I snort to myself, that is the worst fucking statement I have ever heard come from my father’s mouth. He stole that line from a freaking Marvel movie thinking it made him sound wise! I don’t bother replying to his text as I walk through the halls of this prestigious school that is supposed to inspire us to want to learn everything we can to lead our families. They want us to broker peace among the top families and make sure no one can ever come between the seven families, Russian, Canadian, Irish, Greek, English. My Grandpa and Dad claim the other two seats at that table. Blackwood Academy is supposed to shape the minds of the young heirs from powerful families—I call bullsheeet!
Don’t get me wrong I have always hated this fucking pathetic excuse for a school and managed to get numerous amounts of staff relieved of their positions. It’s not my fault they can’t take the fucking heat. My dad is at his wits end with me. I know I haven’t been an easy child to raise but what the hell did he expect? I never asked to be shipped off to some poor ass excuse of a prison, I mean school. My uncle Chaos only came up with this stupid idea to protect his twins, Storm and Halo. I will admit, I may have agreed to pull my head out of my ass for the time being until my dad can arrange a meeting with Costa–the leader of the Greek family. No one knows much about the Greeks, only that they run a whole ass secret society and never allow outsiders in.
I walk lazily through the halls, letting these sorry excuses for heirs get their fill of me, they all know exactly who I am and I relish that. I’ve made sure to stamp my mark on this place and rule it with an iron fist. Many doubted me because my lack of a cock but I made up for it by rearranging their faces and showing them. I don’t need a dick or balls to be the top dog, this is a eat or be eaten world and I am no one’s fucking prey!
I hold my head high the whole way to my dorm room. Unlike most schools, our dorms are located in the four corners of this castle-like fucking palace, it’s a mix between a gothic church and a castle. We also don’t use keys, I stand in front of the retina scanner and wait for the green laser to scan my left eye. The door clicks open, and the moment I step inside and slam the fucking door I take my first full breath since stepping foot on the school grounds ten minutes ago. I pull my phone out and text my dad back.
Me
In my room like a good girl.
I wasn’t supposed to return back here for another week but Dad caught me trying to run to prevent a fucking war from breaking out and shipped my ass back early. The bastard! I was sandwiched between my Uncle Chaos and Uncle Kacey on the fucking plane, I wasn’t even allowed cutlery to eat my food because neither of them trusted me not to use it as a weapon against them. Apparently, my maiming and stabby behavior was cute as a kid but now that I’m older, Uncle Chaos thinks it’s lost its appeal and I should go to weekly therapy. My phone rings and I scowl at the screen, debating if I should ignore my father or not, but the looming threat over my head prompts me to accept the call.
“Yes, Your Royal Highness?”
“Cut the fucking shit, London.” I smirk loving how I can ruffle his feathers after all these years.
“Daddy, I would never cut any shit. I am a lady after all,” I say in the most nasally stuck-up voice I can.
“Like fuck you are, you have the mouth of a sailor and the attitude of a feigning addict!” I splutter.
“The fuck? I’m so telling Grandpa you called me a crack whore.”
“I never fucking said that!” he shouts.
“Did too,” I bark back.
“Did not.”
“Oh, I like this game! You did too.”
He growls and I can’t contain my laughter, I love fucking with my dad, it’s one of my favorite hobbies.
“I swear to Christ almighty, London, you need to pull your head out of your fucking ass and realize this isn’t a joke!” I tense at the reminder of the situation I am currently in. It was a fucking accident and now that one mistake is shaping up to be the worst fucking thing in my life. Before he can say more I switch the call to FaceTime and add Grandpa. My dad’s angry face fills the screen and I smile brightly making sure to look like an innocent angelic being.
“Daddy!” I singsong and his eyes narrow.
“What the hell are you up to, you little shit?” Grandpa answers the call just as Dad calls me a little shit. The smile he was wearing vanishes as his eyes narrow and a cold look overtakes his face.
“Watch the fucking way you speak to my granddaughter, you little prick!” Grandpa seethes. Bishop Murdoch may be the cold heartless Mafia Don of New York to everyone else but to me, he is just Grandpa. If there is anyone in this world I can rely on to have my back, it’s him. Over the years Dad and Grandpa have managed to form a mutual respect for the other and don’t fight as much, except for when I call and snitch on my dad for being a dick, then he gets a new asshole from Grandpa.
Dad’s eyes widen a fraction before he glares at me and grinds his teeth. “You added him to the fucking call?”
Smiling sweetly I nod as I say, “You hurt my feelings when you called me a crack whore.” Grandpa’s eyes darken as he scowls at my dad.
“I didn’t call you that!” Dad defends but it’s too late, Grandpa is pissed.
“You need me to come out there and remind you what a real ass whooping is, boy?” Aside from Dad having pale blue eyes and Grandpa having brown, they are carbon copies of each other. Dad’s features darken.