Page 23 of Revenge of a Queen

“Yes, pure hate.” I grit out.

“Please,” he snorts.” You have many feelings towards Elle King, always have, but hate isn’t one of them.”

“I do hate her I...” I start to reply but he cuts me off.

“No, you don’t. You hate that she lied. Hate that we lied. That for once Elle and I are the ones with a secret and not you. You don’t know what it’s like to be on the outside looking in, to be the one left in the dark.”

“Except, I’m not in the fucking dark anymore am I, Donovan? Your secrets have a fucking beating heart, now don’t they?” I spit the words at him, barely containing my cool.

He pushes off the wall, “Careful Rebel, I won’t allow any threats to my family.”

“I’m not scared of you, Donovan,” I reply, and he laughs.

“Stupid of you really,” he says with an eye roll. “But no, it’s worse, you're afraid of that pretty little blonde with the black blade, because no matter which side you fall on now, she will cut your heart out and keep it as her own. You just need to decide how she will do it.”

Before I can respond I feel her presence, my missing part.

“Everything okay here?” She asks, I flick my gaze to her as she looks between Asher and I.

“Yep,” I reply, popping the P. “Everything’s fine, traitor, just catching up with your boy here,” I add with a smile and she flinches ever so slightly looking to Donovan. He is just standing silently observing with that stupid fucking impassive face of his.

“Traitor?” Taylor’s voice interrupts us, I see Elle freeze.

“Don’t worry about it, Kennedy,” I say with a huff and then decide to play another game as I lean in close and slowly check her out, “Looking good, btw,” I add licking my lips.

She looks at me with a frown before laughing loudly, “God, you really are fucking dumb, Riviera,” she shakes her head, snagging the bottle of rum from my hand with a wink and then turns back to Elle.

“Come on, Smell, let's leave these two measuring their dicks, we came here to have fun,” she doesn’t wait for Elle to respond before walking away, heading back over to where my brothers are now sitting, their glares burning into my head. Elle looks at me for a second before releasing a breath and looking to Donovan.

“You coming, Ash?” she asks him, with a tentative smile reaching her hand out to him and I tense at the offer.

Asher stares at me and then smiles smugly, taking her hand and linking their fingers together, “Always, baby girl.”

They walk off together, and I watch them go as they join Jace, Lincoln, and Taylor sitting on a couple of leather sofas in the corner. When they reach them, Jace keeps his glare on me as he pulls Elle down next to him and puts his arm around her. A move that I thought would provoke Donovan, but he just takes a seat next to Linc not caring that Elle is now snuggled up to a Rebel. A Rebel that isn’t me. Not that I care. Except I do, I really fucking do.

I grind my teeth before grabbing another bottle of fuck knows what and head back over to Cherry, who, shocker, is still sitting where I told her to wait. I roll my eyes, are girls really that dick desperate that they will just fall at the feet of any guy who gives them the slightest bit of attention? I almost feel sorry for her, but I shut it down. She has one purpose and one purpose only. Make me forget about Elle. So why can’t I pull the plug and let her do it?

Chapter 13

ELLE

The self-control I am exhibiting right now, should win fucking awards. I have never possessed so much of it in my entire life, I didn’t even think it was possible for a person to have this much, let alone me. Watching Cherry grind her ass into Marcus’ dick on the dance floor like it’s an Olympic sport has me wanting to plant a bullet in her pretty little skull. Over the top? Maybe. Do I give a fuck? No.

He is drunk as shit, that much is clear. It’s like he is in competition to see how much he can drink before he fucking passes out. Watching as his hands grip her waist has me hoping it’s before they move this fucking sex show to his bedroom.

“If you stare any harder, you are gonna pop a vein,” Lincoln cuts into my thoughts. I scowl at him.

“I hate to agree with the help, but he is right.” Asher adds on. I grind my jaw hard.

“Yeah, well, excuse me if I’m not into fucking sexual voyeurism.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Lincoln adds, and both mine and Ash's gaze snap to him. Linc just laughs when I raise my eyebrows at him. I realize he is drunk too, for the first time since I have met him, he seems a little lighter. Like, he is actually having fun for once and not taking life so seriously.

“You are letting your jealousy cloud your judgment, princess,” Jace adds pushing forward from the sofa so he can lean into me.

“Look what they are fucking doing, pretty boy,” I snap back at him, the anger flowing out and Taylor laughs at that. I flip her off, but she just laughs harder.

“I am,” he replies, “Look at how his hands grip her waist, how he pulls her body into his and how his eyes are on you and you alone,” he adds talking low and close, putting on our own little show in return. I try to keep my emotions at bay, but I know for sure I am failing, as I watch him sway with her to the music.

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