Page 104 of Filthy Royal

Damien spun around. “What did you say?”

Maddox groaned. “Bro, your eyes.” He tapped beside his own. “Streaked with red.”

But before Damien could rein it in, the prince was spewing again. “She’s a thief and a slut. She’s the one you should punish. It’s a badly kept secret that her prime omega contract means nothing. Stormhart whores her out.”

“He has no idea what he’s talking about!” Scarlett’s cry echoed as Damien stalked toward the blubbering prince.

“It’s probably this Darvish guy she spreads her legs for.” Desperate to earn favor and ignorant of the fact that Scarlett was trying to save him, the fool of a prince shouted over her. “They’re probably in it together. All of them. Punish her. Hurt her. Hells, I’ll help. I planned to rip the bitch apart anyway. I—”

Damien’s claw filleted the prince’s belly, a long, deep horizontal cut that sent blood and guts spilling out—and, thankfully, shut him up.

The scumbag’s mouth opened in a voiceless, shocked scream.

“Gross.” Maddox eyed the mess.

One of the many reasons Damien preferred to wear black.

“Damien, what have you done?” Scarlett’s chains clanked behind him. “The prince is Federation. You’ll start a war. The Brotherhood will be furious.”

Could she actually be worried about him? Or was that more bullshit, and she just didn’t want her money source being jeopardized?

He tried not to let it bother him either way. “He won’t say a word, right, Prince Jai?” The rage and confusion inside Damien was a seething, murderous mass.Stormhart whores her out. It’s probably this Darvish guy she spreads her legs for. I planned to rip the bitch apart anyway.

The prince’s head lifted before sinking back down.

Damien jabbed his claw into the deep cut in his belly. “I asked you a question.”

The guy screamed, his muscles drawing tight.

“Damien, please.”

He barely heard Scarlett over his rage. And what did he care if she thought he was a monster? She hadn’t wanted him anyway.

“Med… care.” The guy’s words were a faint plea.

“You want help?”

“Y-yes.” The prince’s head bobbed up and down.

Damien studied him. “Then give me something useful, and I’ll help you in return.”

“I-I…” Eyes clouding, the prince struggled to keep his head up.

Maddox grabbed the guy’s chin and held it upright. “Think really hard.” The kid was as committed as the rest of them to finding Darvish—and his sister.

The prince remained silent, and Damien figured it was a lost cause. But then, his spine stiffened, and his head snapped up on its own, sadistic satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “She… she can get you into Consortium headquarters. I-I heard a guard. She has… special privileges. Yes, that’s… that’s right. Her eye scan and blood give her exclusive access to the boss’s private room. The guard said so himself.”

“Stop talking!” Scarlett tried once more to shut the prince up.

But it was too late.

“She’s his pet…” The prince’s spite gave him strength. “She’s the one… you should use and then gut.”

“Now, there you go. Something useful.” Damien patted the top of the prince’s head before glancing over his shoulder.

Scarlett stared back at him with a mix of dread and fury.

He smiled in return, then faced Prince Jai. “So, I’ll keep my promise and help you out too. Unlikesomein this room, I keep my word.”

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