Page 179 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

No way do I ever want to be in a position where I experience a seizure in Domino’s presence. Not like when we were kids.Where you wake up fighting not to choke on your saliva while everyone is laughing at you.

Anxiety riddles me like a plague, making me struggle for breath. Matched with another wave of nausea leads me to do the only thing my body fought to hold back.

Vomit breakfast and lunch.

I turned my head to the left side, hoping to projectile vomit on the floor and not on Marcus’ expensive t-shirt. Poor guy is already holding my weight and confronting Domino. He doesn’t need to be covered in my vomit, smelling of digested bacon, pancakes, granola, and pepperoni pizza.

“Oh, fuck,” Marcus curses and waits until I’m no longer pouring my stomach out. “Pigtails? You good?”

“No,” I croak after it feels as though I vomited my intestines out, too. “Fuck, I’m gonna die.”

“Hold on,” Marcus urges, and suddenly, we’re moving fast. I just close my eyes, and all I can hear is Domino screaming.

“IVA!”

I have to be in trouble for something, but I’m not going to think about it because I have bigger problems—like approaching seizures and unconsciousness.

“Pigtails?”

The cold air hits us, and I realize we’re outside, but I get another wave of prickling warning, leaving me biting my lip as I try not to panic.

“Are you about to have a seizure?”

“N-N-No.” My voice isn’t very convincing with me stuttering like that, but I hear a door open.

“Mr. Wright?”

“Rush to the location. Also, contact Mr. Leighton with the news of multiple students being drugged with paralysis poison. Multiple causalities.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Privacy and don’t stop for anyone. Straight to the site.”

“Understood.”

It doesn’t feel like we’re moving, but then again, my whole world is spinning. I try to figure out what that whole confrontation was all about, but Marcus’ words to the man, who I assume is our driver, begin to register.

Wait… poison. Paralysis poison.

“Ishya…” I choke her name out in panic. “S-S-She drank some. The water.”

“Who?”

“D-D-Deviant L-L…” I’m struggling to say L, so I think of another way of alerting him. “Keir! K-Keir!”

“Keri’s girl drank some of the water,” Marcus summarizes, and I rush to nod the best I can.

“Fuck,” Marcus curses, and there’s shuffling. I can hear ringing before a familiar voice answers.

“Dolcezza? I’m not supposed to have my phone on me on the ic?—”

“It’s Wright. Prescott is about to have a seizure.”

There’s a moment of silence.

“Where are you?”

“Heading to Kian and Arlo’s location. Someone drugged the Female Fight Club water bottles. Multiple girls were hit. You need to reach out to your brother.”

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