Page 49 of Baby Duke

"One."

The countdown starts, and I spy West shoving through the crowd like a fucking bull.

"Two."

He reaches Law and Brett, both of whom are staring at me with lust in their eyes.

"Three."

I smirk. West was about to lose his shit.

"Fuck you, and your mom and your sister and your job," I sing, putting my heart and soul into the words as the music comes to life behind me. The crowd gasps and cheers as they take in my voice, but I only have eyes for him.

West spins as if in slow motion as I bellow the chorus ofABCDEFUbyGayle. His eyes clash with mine; his furious and shocked, mine victorious.

"Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off," I sing, putting emphasis on the final line of the chorus. Because who could resist Captain Floof and all his floofiness?

I bask in the sounds of the crowd as they sing along, hands waving in the air and bodies bopping to the tune. It’s thrilling. Invigorating. Hell, I could get used to this.

My eyes flash back to Wests as the chorus grows ever nearer, and with a smirk pulling at my lips, I decide to switch up the lyrics a touch. It’s spur of the moment, and I will likely fuck up the rhythm, but to hell with it. West could do with a slap in the face.

The chorus breaks, and I scream into the microphone.

"A-B-C-D-E-F-U and your dad and all the money that you have

And your stupid fast car and your fucking attitude

Fuck you and your friends who always have your back

Every single fucking Duke, you can all fuck off!"

The crowd doesn't know whether to riot or celebrate, their eyes darting from me to the Dukes as they cringe. The band behind me quit with the backup singing and have awkwardly continued to play behind me, but no one even cares who they are anymore.

East and Felix are screaming and laughing with enthusiasm, and I send them a wicked grin.

I glance back to the Dukes as the song continues. Law has his hand over his mouth as if he is holding back a grin. Brett is as expressionless as ever, though I catch a sparkle in his eyes that is not usually there.

West is furious. There is a tick at his jaw as his entire body clenches tight in fury. I can even see his hands shaking from here.

The song ends, and there is a scattered round of applause, mostly halfhearted, but it’s there. I absolutely have more than a few fans out there.

Suddenly, there is an arm snagged around my waist, and I am pulled to face Derek. He has got a mischievous smirkon his face but the heat in his eyes is undeniable. Especially as he tightens his grip on my hips and begins to lean forward.

He is going to kiss me. In front of everyone.

I hesitate because fuck, I really don't think I'm attracted to this guy after all. He's sweaty and arrogant and has a sickly stench of body odor seeping from his pores. But then I remember West. I think of his face as I wrapped my lips around his cock. I think of the smirk on his face as his cat crew scampered off, even as my hair fell to the floor. I think of him glaring throughout the song, of how he would react to this little act of defiance.

And so, I lean forward and meet Derek's lips in a messy and unsatisfying kiss. Honestly, as soon as our mouths meet, I want nothing more than to pull away and spit out the saliva his tongue put in my mouth. But he held tight, one hand moving to the back of my head to keep me in place. I raise my hands to push him off when suddenly he is not there anymore. A hand braces against my upper arm, and I turn to see Law grinning down at me.

As if in slow motion, I move my gaze from him to where West has Derek by the scruff of his shirt, his fist meeting the rockstar's nose in a bone-crunchingthwack!

West

The punk-ass prick’s nose shatters under my fist, and I revel in the blood that splatters my chin. Roe and her stupid fucking song had me burning in fury. When I spied this scrawny asshole eyeing up my girl, I lost it. The crowd had parted easy enough under the weight of my fury, but I hadn’t been able to reach Roe before he had put his disgusting mouth on hers.

With Law and Brett on my heels, I had jumped onto the stage and pulled the guy off her. Even in my angry haze, I could see she wasn't into it.

I slam my fist into his nose again. His eyes immediately roll into the back of his head. Fucking weak-assed pussy.

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