Page 180 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

Brother?

“My concern is about Dolcezza, not?—”

“His girl drank some of the same water. I can’t send anyone right now. You need to help, Zayn. Don’t care about what beef you two have. It’s paralyzing shit. She may already be dead.”

“Fuck. Fine. Sending people now.”

“Benedict! Why are you on the phone?!” I can hear Coach Hennessy in the background, but I realize the phone call sounds further away.

“Emergency!” Zander calls back. “I’m out!”

“Does she have any medication on her?”

“You have her boxing gloves?”

“Yes, they’re still on her hands.”

“Left one, side logo. Secret compartment. Valtoco nasal med. The only way to get something in her that’s not a tablet. That will give enough time until Kian or Arlo can hook up an IV.”

“Working on it.”

“Z-Z-Zander?” I call out to him because I’m worried.Frightened.The onset of the seizure is taking too long, which may mean it’ll be a strong one that will knock me out for a longer period of time. I hate seizures like these.

“You’re okay, Sweet Dynamite. I’m coming to you the moment I help your friend. That’s what you want, yes?”

“Mhmm.” I do want him at my side, but I wouldn’t live with the guilt of knowing Ishya had no one to help her out. Her Lords are far different from mine. They don’t stalk and track her. They act as though she’s invisible until convenient.

I wanted to learn more about her and the intriguing dynamic to get a glimpse of how ‘bad’ my situation was, but maybe I got the better end of the stick because, truthfully, my Kings care about me. Even if their ways started with harsh words and humiliating opportunities, now they care enough to stop everything they’re doing to get to me.

Like I’m an obsession they don’t want to let go.

“It’s going to be alright, okay, Evangeline? We’re gonna be there soon enough. I’ll get Matteo and Ares, okay?”

“I-I… vom… on… D-D-D.” I know it’s not important, but fuck, I’m realizing why Domino left us alone after calling my name with far too much hatred.

I vomited on the fucker.

“She projectile vomited on Domino,” Marcus translates. “Don’t ask why he was there. I have to check the cameras.”

Cameras. Does Marcus have cameras? His own set? Access to the university’s cameras? How did he know I needed help?

“That’s our girl,” he immediately praises. I don’t like how sad and concerned his voice sounds. “I’m proud of you, Baby. Just hang in there, okay?”

Hang in there.

I keep repeating that in my mind while trying to answer, but the seizure strikes me, leaving me helpless as I brace for the uncontrollable quakes that consume my entire body.

This one is the longest I’ve ever had, the voices calling to me are nothing but echoes in a faraway distance. It’s like being on the top of a mountain, and all these people are at the bottom, desperately trying to reach you, but to no avail. A mountain is the perfect symbol because I always feel I’ve been left in frigid temperatures, even though my insides feel hot.

The hardest part to acknowledge is how difficult it is to breathe. How you’re so high up that the altitude shifts, matched with the cold, makes every breath feel like I’m sucking in icicles just to survive.

To keep surviving.

I try to hold through it all, attempting to keep track of the count in the depths of my spiraling mind, but I’m losing the battle as random scenarios hit me left and right.

“Hey, Pigtails. Next time you visit, wear those dark red bows. Look good on you.”

“Hey, Pigtails. You didn’t need to come visit, stupid. I hate you.”

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