Page 11 of Vengeful Princess

He probably assumed he had me trapped, and if I was a normal college girl, he would have. The guy was far taller than me. Intimidatingly so. Ridiculously large muscles bulged out of his green polo shirt. It was obvious he spent a lot of time lifting weights in the gym, but I could handle pricks like him. Torrance had taught me well.

“What have we here?” he leered, leaning in.

“Fuck off before I break your arm,” I warned in a low voice so only he could hear.

He jerked back with surprise, obviously not expecting a petite thing like me to be so vicious. I loved it when guys underestimated me.

“I was only being friendly!”

There was a commotion behind him and before I could tell the meathead exactly what I thought of his friendly overture, someone ripped him away from me with a furious yell.

“Get your fucking slimy hands off her, Dirk,” Landon growled before punching him. The guy’s nose exploded, and I grinned, enjoying the show.

Landon wasn’t just a pretty face. Dirk didn’t even bother fighting back, which was pretty pathetic.

“The fuck?” A large tatted guy with bulging shoulders shoved past the people watching Landon turn Dirk into ground beef. He grabbed Landon and yanked him backward. Everyone observing the carnage flinched and immediately moved away from the newcomer. From their flighty reactions, he was someone they feared.

The music abruptly died. The only sound came from Dirk, who lay sniffling on the floor, holding his nose.

“Lan! What the ever-loving fuck are you doing? You’ll get expelled if you kill him!”

Okay… killing a fellow student only resulted in expulsion? Interesting. It was good to know I had plenty of leeway if someone pissed me off.

“He touched her,” Landon snarled, trying to shove his friend away, but the tatted guy was bigger and stronger. With arms like that, he probably bench-pressed trucks for fun.

“I don’t care if he touched your fucking dick. You can’t kill him in our apartment! Jesus Christ. At least wait until you’re up on the moor when you off him. It’s easier to get rid of a body up there.”

My smile widened. This guy was my kind of people. The asshole on the floor groaned. Psycho guy whistled loudly, the piercing sound cutting right through the murmuring from people stood nearby, watching like this was some twisted reality show.

A lanky guy wearing a pink shirt materialized. He blanched at the state of the idiot lying on the floor, moaning.

“Tristan, take Dirk to medical. He’s had an accident.”

“Wh…what did he…do?”

“No idea, but he’s banned from all future parties.”

Landon muttered obscenities while the psycho guy lifted Dirk like he weighed nothing and tossed him out into the hallway. I heard a few more groans as Tristan followed, and then the door swung shut.

Both Landon and his friend turned to me. Landon scanned me from head to toe. “Did he hurt you?”

The music kicked off again, but at a lower volume this time. I chuckled with amusement, then shook my head. “No.” He was two seconds away from having his arm broken, but I didn’t bother telling Landon that. It was better to pretend I was some weak, defenseless female.

“Good.” Landon stepped closer while his friend watched our interaction curiously. “I’m sorry he touched you.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” I looked down at his bloody fists. “You should probably sort those out. You’re bleeding everywhere.”

Landon shrugged. “I’ll be OK.”

His psycho friend tilted his head to one side, now laser-focused on me.

“Who’s your littlecyka?” he asked Landon.

I turned and scowled at the fucker, well aware thatcykameant bitch in Russian.

“Na khui,” I hissed, giving him my middle finger.Fuck you.

His black eyes widened in surprise, then he grinned. “Ty govorish' po-russki?”You speak Russian?

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