Page 16 of Ruthless Legacy

Chapter Six

Archer

Well, that went well,” Seb says, as we watch Scarlet make her way inside. “Man, if you want, I’ll take her off your hands.” He whistles. “Look at the way those curvy hips sway when she walks. Bet that girl can move.”

I clip him over the head. “Quit it, fucker.”

He chuckles as he lights up a joint. “Sorry, brother, but your future wife is hot as fuck. I mean, I really thought you’d end up with some fat spotty chick, but she,” he whistles again, “she is fire and sin all wrapped together in a perfect parcel.”

“And quit with the future wife shit,” I growl, as I take the joint from him, inhaling deeply.

“Can I be a fly on the wall when she finds out what old Wilbur has really brought her back for?”

I ignore Seb. My gaze concentrated on the retreating figure of Scarlet. Who’d have thought the little firecracker I found spying on us last night was none other than Wilbur fucking Alderman’s granddaughter. “What do we know so far?” I ask Rafe who has, as usual, remained quiet.

Rafe takes the joint from me. “They’ve been in foster care for the last five years and had six different foster carers. A drunk driver killed their parents. Little Red was in the car.”

He pulls his tablet out of his bag and holds it out to me. The picture of her parent’s car being pulled from the river is nothing but a crumpled wreck. “She was thrown from the car as it plummeted down the steep ravine. She was impaled on a tree branch. It went through her leg. Another branch entered her back. Little Red fractured four ribs and punctured a lung. Her right leg was broken in two places, a broken left wrist, a pelvic fracture, and concussion.”

“No wonder she doesn’t like water,” I comment. “How did she get help?”

Rafe hands Seb the last of the joint. “Another driver saw the accident, found her and called for help. It was touch and go for a while, but our little Ace defied the odds and pulled through. She had months of rehabilitation therapy.”

Seb whistles again. “Sounds like our queen is a little warrior.”

“Our queen?” I echo, arching a brow in his direction.

“I thought you didn’t want her?”

I clench my jaw. “What I want doesn’t matter anymore. I’ll do what I have to do to get my legacy.” I hated her father and as he isn’t around for me to exact revenge on, I’ll focus all these years of hate on her. She will be mine to do with as I please, and I’m going to make sure she regrets ever setting foot in Hawk Bay.

Eliza

“Wow, your first day and you have them fighting over you.” Verity sighs as she catches up with me.

I’m livid, I’m hopping mad at the arrogant arsehole and his two cronies. First, he tells me I don’t belong; then he tells me I’m his. Then he has the nerve to threaten my little brother. I hate him.

“Slow down, will you. By the way, your next class is that way.” Verity points in the opposite direction to the one I’m walking in. She winces as I scowl at her, and feeling bad, I offer her an apologetic smile. It isn’t her fault her brother is one of the three Aceholes.

I laugh out loud. Aceholes. I liked my new name for those three.

“What are you laughing so gleefully about?” Verity asks me, her blue eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“Nothing,” I say grinning.

I’m that busy smiling at Verity, I walk smack into someone as we round a corner. “Shit, sorry.”

“You should be,” snipes a whiny voice that I sadly recognise.

“George,” I greet with a sigh. Could this day get any worse? I can’t fight the smile that comes to my face when I notice her right eye has some bruising from where I hit her last night.

She folds her arms across her chest. The first four buttons on her school shirt are open so that you get an eyeful of her breasts in her push-up bra.

“It’s Georgie,” she hisses. “I thought I told you to stay away from Archer.”

I roll my eyes. The girl is obsessed. I wonder if her room is covered in photos of him. “Believe me, I’m trying, but the idiot seems to be stalking me.”

Georgie steps into my personal space, and my hackles rise. “He’s too good for the likes of you. You’re the scum on our shoes. You can smell the poverty in the air.” She sniffs my way as if to emphasise her point.

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