Page 9 of London Has Fallen

“Because the five of you are going to make sure that bitch doesn’t pass the first trial. The Godfathers will end the trial after the war begins and then the five of you bastards get to live. We all win.” I shake my head as anger courses through me.

“What if she surprises you and passes the fucking tests?” I grit out. A shadow falls over him as he glares down his big ass nose at me.

“The five of you waste of spaces haven’t managed to pass, so what the fuck makes you think some whore can?”

I have a feeling London Murdoch is stronger than we all think. If she passes these trials my brothers die. If she doesn’t, war breaks out and then we all die because there is no doubt in my mind that her family will come for me and my brothers.

London

After my little night out and that run-in with the sexy asshole, I stayed holed up in my room. I’m bored out of my fucking mind and left with no choice but to actually amuse myself since my dad is giving me the cold shoulder for snitching on him about wanting to fly here and murder me. Apparently my aunt and uncle paid my dad a visit which ended in my dad getting in the ring with them and going a few rounds. Without speaking to him daily and being able to annoy the shit out of him, I’m a little lost, so I buried myself in work–research really. I have been looking into everything Greek. Costa Argyros' face is plastered all over the internet and so are all his businesses. There are no pictures of a wife or his children, it just states he has five sons and his wife passed away twelve years ago. My eyes begin to burn from staring at the screen for so long. I close the lid of my laptop and decide to take a break and shower before getting back into it.

I need more information on the five sons. I've met the triplets twice now and can tell they are little shits. They are trouble with a capital fucking T. I’ve tried to look into Artemis and Cronos but neither of them have a social media presence. I hate to admit it but I maybe, kind of, sort of didn’t pay attention to what my dad was teaching me about hacking. I know if I called my Aunt or Uncle they would help. I also know I can ask Aunty Koby and Uncle Knight but then they would tell my dad and the last fucking thing I want to hear from him right now is, I told you so. You may think I’m being dramatic but I’m not. My father is not above rubbing my shortcomings in my face whenever he gets the chance.

Pushing those thoughts from my mind, I snag my towel and head for my bathroom. I tie my hair in a messy bun atop my head and step inside the stall. I make quick work of washing myself, wanting to get back to my research. Stepping out, I dry myself and pull on one of the oversized shirts I stole from the box in the attic that was filled with Uncle Havoc’s things and shimmy into my cheeky panties before walking back into my room. The sight of a hooded figure on my bed has me stilling in the doorway. I dart my eyes across the room to my desk where I have a dagger stashed in the drawer, I also have one in my bedside drawer and one under my pillow. We aren’t allowed guns or other weapons but I mean, a little knife never hurt anyone–what are they gonna do? Kick me out?

“You can try crossing the room to arm yourself but I’ll stop you.” The sound of his voice has my gaze zoning in on him.

I cock my hand on my hip and pin him with a bored look. “Drop the hood, Mr. Bartender.” A low chuckle leaves him, the raspy sound has my lady bits clenching.

Stupid pussy, cut it out!

He pushes the hood back and the sight before me has me wanting to thank the gods for creating such a fine ass human, but then I remember he’s a cunt and all grateful thoughts flee my mind. I pin him with a glare. “How the fuck did you get in here?” All rooms are fitted with a retina scanner.

He shrugs. “I have my ways.” He runs his gaze down my bare legs. I’ve never been a self-conscious type of gal but the intensity in his brown eyes has a shiver wanting to work its way down my spine. I’m astounded at my body’s reaction to him. I’ve never been this attracted to anyone before, this is all new to me and I don’t fucking like it!

“Well you can just find your way the fuck out of here and don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya,” I say as I stride across the room toward my desk acting casual, when in truth I am just trying to get my blade. He must sense my intentions because in the next second he is on his feet and reaching for me. My instincts take over. I smack his hand away, then he strikes with the other. I duck and land a quick jab to his kidney before I go for the kill shot and grab his cock, clenching it. He throws his head back and roars. Before he can try anything I wrap my free hand around his throat and rush him across the room until his back is against the wall, the height difference grates on my nerves but I don’t let it show. “Who the fuck are you?” My voice holds a cold edge. His eyes are alight with pain and that sight has me filling with warmth.

“I’ll snap your fucking neck,” he grits out through clenched teeth. His eyes are narrowed but the furrow in his brows and the crease in his forehead is a dead giveaway to the amount of pain he is in, even if he does try to mask it.

“You can try, you wouldn’t be the first and I’m sure you won’t be the last,” I say in a deadly calm tone. “Why the fuck are you here?” His gaze darkens as he glares down at me. I tighten my hold on his cock, he hisses and I smile.

“Your trials start now,” he forces out through clenched teeth, his words send shock rippling through me. He uses that to his advantage and breaks free of my hold, switching our positions so my back is against the wall, his hand around my throat and his thick thigh pressed between my legs. I go lax against the wall allowing him to think he has the upper hand, men always assume because I’m little and a woman that I’m weak, so I play that to my advantage. “You have ten minutes to be dressed and ready.” His gaze slowly trails down my body and pauses at the sight of his leg pressed between mine, almost like he is just as shocked as I am that he made that move.

“My trials don’t start till after the meeting with my father. You have a problem with that, you can take it up with him,” I growl.

“You always hide behind your daddy’s name and reputation?” Anger sparks to life inside me. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from snapping back, knowing he is just trying to goad me.

“You don’t know shit about me,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

He bends until his lips skim the shell of my ear when he speaks. I’m powerless to stop my body responding when my thighs clench his leg. His throaty chuckle pisses me off but there is no point trying to deny my reaction to him.

“I know everything there is to know, London Murdoch. You will compete in the first trial tonight. Fail and you won’t live long enough to make the meeting with your father, refuse and you will die.” I turn the tables and lean forward, darting my tongue out, licking a trail from his neck to his ear relishing in the way he stiffens but he doesn’t pull back.

“Baby boy, I’m going to rock your fucking world and show you why my father has no issue handing everything over to me. I am the darkness your mother warned you to stay the fuck away from. I will ruin you and anyone who tries to stand in my way. I’m a Murdoch, we never fail.” He pulls back leaving a sliver of space between our faces, his brown eyes bore into mine but I shy away because now he has stoked the burning embers of the fire that constantly rages inside me. I am going to rock his fucking world and make him and anyone else in these trials beg for fucking mercy. I may wish for a different life and some form of normality but that isn’t who I am. I am my father’s daughter and I will do my family name fucking proud by showing these Greek fuckers that I can beat them at their own game.

“You think because of who your daddy and granddaddy are that their names will protect you through these trials?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “You are weak. You think your smart mouth and mediocre fighting skills will garner you the win? You’re wrong, little girl. You will perish like all the others before you because you are not worthy, you are nothing but the name you carry and…” he leans in until his lips ghost over mine, “… said name was given to you, not by birth or merit but because you were nothing but a street rat and called to the motherly instinct of a woman who can’t even bear her own children.”

A red haze of anger like I have never felt before overcomes me. I black out. I hear yelling and see my arms moving and striking at him as he tries to deflect my blows but I’m too quick. My size is my advantage and I use it, it’s like I’m having an out of body experience. I see myself attacking him without mercy and suddenly the fog clears and I’m straddling his lap with the blade from my desk in my hand and pressed against his face. I feel pain radiating through my body from the hits he landed but the anger is still riding me hard has me numb to it once again as I stare down into his shocked eyes. I have no idea how I managed to get the blade Aunty Nell gave me but the split above his brow and the blood trickling from his lip brings me great satisfaction.

I press the blade against his throat relishing in the hiss that escapes him when I draw blood. “You. Know. Nothing. About. Me!”

“I know everything I need to know to make sure you never win. You can’t and won’t.”

“Watch me prove you the fuck wrong,” I snap back.

“Get dressed, London, you have a meeting to get to.”

I narrow my eyes. “I told you, I’m not doing the trial?—”

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