Page 82 of Evil Villain (The Royal Court)

“Tell me, Connor, did you know that you can legally be reported missing, if you’re absent for six or more months?” Deon asked, and any smugness Connor had left evaporated from his face. “In order to protect any abandoned family members, assets are adjourned to the next of kin. Crazy, right?”

I smiled at Deon’s arrogance. Sothatwas where he got the money.

“Your company, assets, estate, and even your offshore accounts are now held in our names,” Nathan said. “You don't even have the money to pay these men.” He pulled some cash from his pocket and held it up. “But I do.”

The men pulled their guns instantly, but this time trained them on Connor. Nathan and Deon stepped forward, so Nikita and I followed as well. Nikita snatched Connor’s gun from his hands, and I clocked him in the face, sending him down to the ground. After years of his torment, it felt good.

“Now here's what we're gonna do,dad,” Nathan hissed. “You’re going to prepare a few directives. One will keep all of your assets in our names. One will inform Garrett Williams’ legal counsel that you were fraudulent in violating his parole. The last will inform a judge that you framed Deon for murder… Twice. You will call for his record to be totally expunged and then you will willingly hand yourself over to law enforcement, by which I mean, you’ll surrender when we bring you there.”

“You can just kill me if that’s your plan,” Connor said. “I would never.”

“Very well, then we’ll draft some directives of our own,” Nathan said. “First, we will liquidate L.C.E., second, we will sell your estate, and third, we will donate any money to a charity.”

“And I'll burn your fucking business degree out of spite,” Deon snipped.

“Everything you worked for will go up in smoke, and we’ll keep you alive just long enough to watch it all happen.”

“Then we’ll auction off putting a bullet in your brain to the highest bidder and live off of that,” Deon said.

“Whoa!” Nathan said. “You are mostcertainlythe brawn to my brain. That’s sick. I love it.”

“Seems like your boysdotake after you, Connor,” Nikita said. “If you don’t want a very nasty taste of your own medicine, I suggest you comply.”

The look on Connor’s face was so satisfying, it required a picture, so I took one. When Deon and Nathan realized what I was doing, they jumped behind him and posed like they were taking a silly photo with a buddy from Spring Break.

It was glorious.

After that, Connor was shoved down into his desk and furiously scribbled out the directives Nathan had demanded. Eventually, the rest of The Royal Court entered the office. We watched as the man who had tormented us for years was finally punished for what he had done. Once he was done with the orders, Anisa and Cobalt dragged him off, and it was a delight to see Cobalt accidentally smack his head against several walls as he pulled him out.

Any men that had attacked us were given pardons because, if there was anything The Royal Court had learned, it was how Connor’s influence could make you do things you wouldn’t otherwise do. An ambulance arrived to patch up Nathan and anyone else who had gotten injured, then we finally limped ourselves back to the clubhouse.

“I mean,ourstory sounds WAY cooler,” Colette said. “We fought like fifty guys between us.”

Alistair pinched the bridge of his nose. “It was like eight.”

“No, it was definitely at least fifty,” Avery said, then winked at Colette.

We all collapsed onto different couches, leaning against our significant others, apart from Sicily who leaned against a table leg and said, “Aw, babe. You worried too much. See? I'm fine.”

“So what now?” Brayden said. “We don’t have to save any kidnapped friends or stop any psychotic dads. What do wedowith our time?”

Sicily raised a hand. “I say everyone works together to find Sicily his dream girl.”

“Work together? I'd rather compete,” I said.

Nathan pointed across at me. “Nowthatsounds like fun.”

Epilogue

Deon

Just when I thought I’d finally tired Cherri out, she rolled over and got on top of me. She looked so beautiful in the morning sunlight that I was relatively powerless to do anything to stop her. If a girl that looked like Cherri wanted more, how could I not give her more?

“Good god,” I said. “Someone ate their wheaties this morning.”

She reached down and curled a hand around my length and began stroking it to bring it back to full size. “What can I say? You asked me what I wanted for my birthday. This is what I want.”

“This feels more like a birthday present for me,” I said.

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