Page 15 of Revenge of a Queen

The rage I feel is something I haven’t felt in a while but fuck if I am not burning with it right now. Never in all the years since we met, have I ever wanted to hurt one of my brothers until just now. We aren’t brothers by blood but by choice. Our connection runs on a deeper level. We can communicate without words. Always on the same page, same wave, same team. Until now.

Marcus and Lincoln saved me from myself. After my sister was raped and murdered by that fucking scum of the earth, Donovan, I was spiralling. Drinking and doing more drugs than any child should, but they came along and gave me what I was missing: a family.

Losing Rachel left a hole in my heart that can never be filled, but with Elle around, well damn, if I don’t feel a little better. Yeah, she’s fucking beautiful but it’s not her face that draws you in, it’s everything. Her heart, her presence, her fucking badass nature. She has been through shit that no one should have to endure and come out stronger on the other side. Just thinking about what she has gone through and survived makes me want to bleed for her. I know she won’t replace my sister but having her around gives me something to live for again. I want to help her get her revenge on them all until there isn’t a threat left that could hurt her or Cassie. She is the perfect missing piece for our little fucked up family and I can easily see the love between her and Marcus.

How Marcus doesn’t see it, blows my mind. Her heart and soul fucking beats for him yet he is too fucking stubborn to accept it. I get it, I do, what he thinks he knows and how he found out, he must be losing his mind. But how does he not want to dig deeper and see the bigger picture here?

He is so fucking dumb, the way she looks at him, a lesser man would kill for that. That kind of love and adoration, a love that is so fierce, she is willing to push it away to keep it intact. He is too busy worrying about little Donovan to see what is right in front of him. Pure unconditional love. The kind that only comes around once in a lifetime, if you're lucky.

I stalk from the cafeteria on the lookout for something, anything, that can kill this rage inside me. I head to Elle’s safe haven on the bleachers and spark up a joint. Weed is the only drug I allow to course through my veins these days. I take a few drags and am grateful when the effects start to calm my body. I pull out my phone and start scrolling through social media to distract myself.

It isn’t long before I find the perfect one I’m looking for. Taylor Kennedy looking fine as fuck in her Hallows Prep uniform. She has posted a picture where someone has caught her off guard and she is laughing, her lips full and luscious, the sun framing her perfectly. Damn, if that girl doesn’t turn me into a walking hard on. Her defiant green eyes stare back at me and I just imagine what it would be like to see those eyes looking up at me, as she took my cock in her mouth. Damn.

“Pretty boy, if you’re gonna start jerking off, I will stab you,” Elle’s voice cuts into my perving and I smile, looking down at her as she climbs the steps to the top of the bleachers.

“What makes you think I’m gonna be jerking off up here?” I reply with glee.

She snorts, “Please. I know you well enough by now to know that pervy look in your eye,” she says, getting closer before trying to peek at my phone, “Who’s your next target anyway?”

I click my phone shut before she can see I was lusting after her only friend, “No one important, princess,” I say with my usual jokey attitude and she frowns.

“That’s just sad,” she replies, like she feels sorry for me which is laughable. What is there to feel sorry for? I am an eighteen-year-old male who is getting more pussy than most guys will see in a lifetime.

“What? So, should I fall in love and watch them with someone else instead?”

“Ouch. Harsh, pretty boy,” she throws herself down beside me and leans her head on my shoulder.

“You know I’m only teasing,” I say, putting my head on hers and it feels exactly how I used to do it with Rachel. We sit in comfortable silence knowing words are pointless right now. We are both upset and pissed off with Marcus and talking about it won’t change that. He is going to need to sort this one out himself.

The bell rings but neither of us move and I can feel the tension still pulsing out of her and I can no longer bear it. I sit up and she jumps at my quick movement and looks at me with a slight frown, so I just hold out my hand for her to take.

“Come on, let's go,” I say with determination.

“Where to?” she asks but takes my hand anyway and I love that she is putting her trust in me. Fuck knows what I did to deserve it but I don’t question it either way. She is exactly like Rachel in that sense, it’s probably what dealt them both the shitty hand of Greg Donovan.

“We are ditching, you need cheering up, and I need chilling out,” I say simply, and she just shrugs and follows me down the bleachers. It isn’t until we reach the parking lot that I realize Lincoln took our only mode of transportation, fuck.

Elle isn’t fazed though she just laughs and pulls out her phone and dials someone.

“Hey, I need a ride home now, can you come get me? You’re the best, see you soon.”

“Who the hell was that?”

“Ash,” she says simply. Oh great, we are inviting the little psycho to join us. Perfect. “And why did you presume we were just going to your house”.

She laughs loudly before catching her breath enough to reply, “Oh please, pretty boy, don’t think I haven’t realized that the number one girl in your life right now still needs parental supervision for everything,” she says, with a smile and I smile back.

Damn it, she caught me. Of course, I was suggesting we go to hers and see Cassie, that little girl has me wrapped around her finger already just like her mommy. It feels good to be around girls again in a family sense and not just for mindless fucking.

“What?” I say with a shrug, “Can you blame me?”

“Of course not. She's perfect,” she says with a huge smile and it’s only ever that big when she is talking about her daughter. I smile back because it really is infectious.

We don’t wait long before Asher Donovan pulls up in a blacked-out car and jumps out to open the passenger door for Elle.

He nods at me with a grimace, “Conrad.”

“He’s coming too,” Elle says before she gets in and the look on his face is funny as fuck, he really does hate us Rebels. I flip him off before I jump into the back seat and spread out like I own it and his face is still set in a grimace when he climbs back behind the wheel. I offer him my smuggest smile when we lock eyes in the mirror.

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