Page 202 of The Billionaires

Fucking fuck. There’s fucking Champ, slurping fucking noodles.

I bang the table with my fist, which doesn’t make me feel better. Then I watch through slitted eyes, and that doesn’t help much either, especially when the fucker follows up the noodles with a Slurpee that he managed to get from God-knows-where.

Those things are the worst invention since asbestos and leaded gasoline. Even the name is disgusting, a concatenation of slur (like in ethnic slur) and pee—the last thing you want to think about when buying a drink.

That’s another strike against my security team—the Slurpee is among many such products that are banned on my estate.

Just as I think my head is going to explode, I get to this morning’s footage and slow the video down—even though I have to suffer through the horror show that is everyone’s breakfast.

There. Champ walks into the kitchen for no apparent reason.

A few minutes later, Lilly and Colossus walk in.

Upping the sound, I watch and listen intently, and as I do, my fists clench painfully.

When it’s over, my vision is blurred from the fury raging inside me. Using the same security system, I triangulate Champ’s current location, and my legs carry me to him, almost as if they have a will of their own.

“Hey,” Champ says to me when I catch up with him in the eastern hallway. “How’s?—”

My fist smashes into his jaw, hard. He flies up, then collapses on the ground, like the sack of shit that he is.

I wait for him to get up, planning to reenact the rest of my boxing workout.

“What the hell?” my sister demands, rushing down the hallway.

Did she see the punch?

“He’s lucky I only punched him,” I grit out.

“What happened?” Angela asks, forehead furrowing.

I tell her, and when I’m done, her eyes look misty, but she doesn’t cry. Instead, she walks over to Champ’s limp body and kicks him in the ribs. “We’re fucking over!”

Champ yelps in pain.

“Get up,” I order him.

Champ shakily gets to his feet. “I’m going to sue,” he whines.

“Good luck,” Angela says coldly. “My brother’s lawyers will make burgers out of yours.”

I grab Champ by his shirt collar and lift him off the ground. “You have five minutes to disappear from my estate. If you come near Lilly or my sister again, it will be the end of you.”

As soon as I let go of his shirt, Champ sprints away—and I fight murderous urges as I watch him go.

“What about Lilly?” Angela asks.

“She left,” I grit out, and Champ is lucky that I don’t have a gun on me at this moment.

Angela frowns. “Left?”

“Quit,” I say. “Me and the job.”

Angela puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “What will you do?”

I don’t even have to think about my reply. “I’m going to go get her back.”

CHAPTER 38

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