Page 17 of His To Claim

“The Four Horsemen?” Drake asks amused as chuckling loudly

“Apparently they are the four guys that were standing on the front steps when we got out of the Headmaster’s office,” I say.

“Those pricks.” Drake takes a large swig of his drink.

“Yeah, they rule the school. Their leader is the Headmaster’s son, and apparently they are the law.” We laugh but Stella’s face remains serious.

“Wallace Servite, Sebastian Silver, Aleksander Smoak, and Beckett Masters,” says Jade, memorizing the Horsemen’s names.

“They sound like condescending pricks,” Drake sneers.

“What’s wrong, Silver?” Kai asks, looking toward a pale faced Stella.

“The Queens are here,” she says, motioning to a group of four girls walking onto the beach.

“There are Queens too?” Jax asks curiously as his gaze travels toward where they are.

“Oh yeah, well I guess the kings need queens,” Ruby snickers following her man’s gaze.

“Man, they’re fine,” Jax says, just as Ruby smacks him on his head. “Ow, I mean they got nothing on you, babe. Y’all are my number ones.”

Their entrance is overly dramatic as expected, walking inunison not bothering to look at any of the surrounding people. In the center and a few steps ahead of the rest, struts a tall, long-legged blonde, with perfectly tanned skin and a body she obviously paid for. Nobody is naturally that perfectly proportioned. Two steps behind her are three more girls, three other blondes, equally beautiful but shining just a little less bright.

“The one in the front wearing the gold bikini is obviously the reigning queen, Carrington Prescott. Her daddy is this hot shot businessman and is best friends with Headmaster Servite. She and Ace have practically been bequeathed to each other since birth,” Stella says, turning to us. “The two shorter blondes on her left are Drea Smoak in blue, and my cousin’s ex-girlfriend Kinsley Carlyle in yellow. Drea tries her hardest to look like an exact clone of Carrington but fails miserably, and Kinsley is well,” she pauses, turning to face us.

“Perfect,” Kai mutters, looking toward them. Stella frowns slightly at his comment but continues.

“Yeah, well, Carrington’s the queen but everyone knows Kinsley is much prettier. However, she’s not allowed to outshine her monarch,” she adds, ignoring Kai. “But everyone knows who the crown really belongs to only she’s yet to claim what’s rightly hers. The platinum blonde to Carrington’s right, wearing the white one-piece, that’s Ace’s twin sister, Wynter Servite.”

“Wait, your cousin?” Drake asks, catching Stella’s earlier mention of Kinsley dating her cousin.

“Oh yeah, Stella’s cousin Sebastian is one of the Four Horsemen,” Jade says mockingly using air quotes around the Four Horsemen.

“He’s also kind of Ace's right-hand man. We all grew up with the Servites. Ace’s dad, his uncle, my uncle, and Alek and Drea’s dad are best friends. They brought in Beckett when we started high school after his mom married my uncle, finally completing their foursome.”

We turn back around and notice the queens have walked straight over to us and are approaching our table.

“Oh god, here we go,” Stella murmurs nervously under her breath.

“Well, well, I see the rumors are true, someone let in the strays,” Carrington sneers as she stands in front of our table causing a group who’s huddled around her to snicker.

“Who are you calling strays, bitch?” Ruby hisses as Jax holds her arm back before she slaps this twit. Damn Jaxon for having an ounce of self-control.

“My, my, that one’s a feisty one. Girls, we might have to check if she's had all her shots.” And now she’s pushed my buttons. Nobody insults Ruby like that, well unless it’s me.

“Look, bitch,” I shout, and Carrington instantly turns her attention to me. “You need to get off of your high fucking horse. The only catty bitch I see around here is you and your litter of skanks. So, I suggest you turn your pretty little fake ass around and leave us the fuck alone before I make you regret ever coming up to us,” I sneer, getting in her face.

“Who do you think you are?” She steps into me and pushes me backwards slightly with her shoulder. After the shit day I’ve had, seeing Agent Servite again, being dragged out of the Grayson’s house and brought here against our will, something in me snaps and I grab a chunk of her fake bleached blonde hair flipping her around and pulling her head back to meet my chest. She squeals and I tug harder.

“Let go of me, you psycho bitch,” she screams, but it only triggers me to yank even harder as she releases another cry.

The rest of her posse take a step forward but halt when I feel my guys and girls step up. Suddenly a loud clapping rings in the air and the small group that’s huddled around us scatters away as the Horsemen approach us.

The Horsemen. What a pathetic name. I look up and see it’s their alpha, Ace Servite, the one who was front and center earliertoday, who’s clapping his hands as he walks over to me. That slight distraction allows Carrington to sneak out of my hold. I reach out trying to grab her, but she’s quick this time dodging me.

“You’re dead now,” she sneers, spitting at my feet as she backs up, stepping behind the king and his pack.

“Bravo! I’ve seen little action at these parties lately.” Ace eyes me closely. His deep blue eyes trace my exposed body making their way slowly down my legs and back up stopping a little too long at my chest. He licks his lips as his eyes meet mine and I hear Drake grunt as he steps up behind me. That causes Ace to look behind me.

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