Page 68 of Sinister Legacy
“Is that supposed to make me feel special?” I ask, keeping my voice low when a group of students walks past. King is still too close. My eyes slide over his tanned arms, the ink curling around his biceps and disappearing beneath the stretched sleeves, and the veins in his forearms. Halloween is around the corner, and he’s in a black T-shirt with a white print on the front. How is he not cold?
“I think it makes you feel very special,” he drawls tauntingly, wetting his lips. “You wouldn’t like it if I inflicted my violence on some other equally depraved girl.”
I set my tense jaw and shoulder my bag higher up on my shoulder. The urge to argue with him sparks inside me like hundreds of little popping bubbles, but I force them down. King is right; just thinking about him fucking some other girl draws the darkness inside me to the surface. The urge to inflict damage makes me flinch.
“Leave me alone, King.” I walk off, feeling his dark gaze burn my back.
“Here he comes,” Miles says.
I peer around the corner at King, who is walking down the crowded hallway with his phone in his hands. After I spotted him at the lockers with Keira, I knew there was something going on between them. He was touching her as if he has the fucking right to, but he doesn’t.
Only I do.
“You’re on the lookout,” I tell Jones and Simon. “Make sure no one enters the classroom.”
King turns the corner and slows to a halt when he’s met with a wall of footballers.
I step forward with my arms crossed and smirk as his gaze slides in my direction. “We’re gonna have a little chat, you and me.”
Instead of cowering or running away, he begins to slide his phone into his back pocket. I jerk my chin at Chris and Miles, who move forward to restrain him. A scuffle breaks out. King is a savage motherfucker, but he fucked with the wrong guy this time.
Panting harshly, he tries to wrestle free from Miles’s and Chris’s grip on him. I slide his phone from his back pocket and hold it up in front of his face to unlock it.
“Take him into the classroom,” I instruct, tapping into his messages.
What I find makes me see fucking red. King, the soon-to-be-dead motherfucker is screwing my girlfriend. Text after text describes in detail all the fucked up shit he wants to do to her. There are videos of him jerking off in her damn bedroom, too.
One clip, in particular, has me stopping in my tracks as I enter the classroom. I taste sick on my tongue, watching King fuck Keira from behind. His big hand palms her pale ass while she writhes with pleasure. The camera phone shakes in his grip as he slips his dick out and slides the glistening length over her puckered asshole before entering her tight cunt again.
How long has this been going on for? The text messages go back weeks.
After I’m done deleting his photo evidence of Cassie and me that he took at the wake, I slide the phone into my back pocket. King grinds his teeth while watching the movement. His eyes collide with mine. I crack my neck, my veins pulsing with the need for violence. I’m going to beat him to a fucking pulp. Once I’m done with him, he’ll never look atmygirlfriend again.
“You thought you could touch my girl and get away with it, hmm? That I wouldn’t find out and come for you?”
King is breathing hard through his nostrils, but his face remains a blank mask except for the slight tilt of his lips. Even now, seconds away from meeting with my fist, he looks cocky. It rubs me the wrong fucking way.
I study his dark hair—tousled from his scuffle with Chris and Miles—and his broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and the “I don’t give a shit” attitude oozing from his pores. It’s time to teach the untouchable King a lesson. His rich parents can’t help him wriggle his way out of this.
“You know,” I start, dragging my tongue over my bottom lip as I walk closer. “Falling for someone like Keira was a bad move on your part, King. While she might open her legs to you, she will always pick me. When she’s done with your sorry ass, she’ll crawl back into my bed after she has picked you to pieces. It’s what she always does.”
Scoffing, King shakes his head. “And yet, she let me fuck her in your bed last night while you were asleeprighttherebeside us. Maybe it’s the other way around, quarterback. Maybe it’s me she crawls back to after she’s done picking you apart.”
Red is all I see. I want to beat this fucker up so badly that Keira will never look in his direction again.
“You think she cares about you, King? Keira cares about no one but herself. She gets that trait from her killer father. She’s selfish at heart. Do you think you’re special, King? That you have somehow wormed your way through her shell? After you supposedly fucked her last night, she sucked my dick this morning.” I laugh a taunting breath through my nose. “Looks like we’re both nothing but playing pieces on Keira’s board game. But unlike you, I always win. Keira is mine!”
Before he can open his mouth to retort, I ram my fist into his smug face. It feels so fucking good to see his nose explode with blood and to watch him crumble to the floor while I kick his ribs, his stomach, his fucking face.
I crack my neck again. “We’re just getting started, lover boy.”
The cafeteria buzzes with noise and rowdy laughter. Except for our little corner, where we sit gathered around the table, staring at the two empty seats.
“Where the fuck are they?” Ava asks, her voice laced with concern.
“Kit has been missing all morning,” Kara says. “He hasn’t read my messages yet, and no one answered when I rang the house phone.”
“When did we last see King?” I ask, giving up on my food.
