Page 17 of London Has Fallen
“She had to give me sons. Why couldn’t you just have a cunt?” I don’t answer, I don’t even think I could if I wanted to thanks to the pain radiating in my jaw. When one of his men steps up to him and hands him a large hunting knife, everything inside me turns to ice as I try to brace for what’s to come. No matter how much I have tried to prepare myself for this it never dulls the pain. “Front or back?” he asks, smiling like a psychotic fuck.
“F-f.” I stop and clear my throat before trying again. “Front,” I say as I hold his gaze not masking the hatred, I want him to see it in my eyes.
“You would think after all these years, you would have allowed your pathetic brothers to take some of the punishment for you. Those triplets need to be taught a lesson?—”
“You stay the fuck away from them!” I snap. His eyes darken and his nostrils flare at my outburst. He strikes out, slicing me from my chest to my navel. I scream out in pain. Another strangled cry comes from me when he does it again but this time deeper making sure to inflict as much pain as possible. Sweat covers my entire body and nausea churns inside me but I swallow it down.
“You got two today for your lack of control. I raised you better than that.” I grit my teeth and focus on breathing through the pain. “Get yourself cleaned the fuck up, we meet her family in three days and I expect you to look presentable.” He flicks his gaze to the guys holding me and nods. The fuckers release me and I crumble to my knees like a sack of shit. Their laughter burns inside me long after they flee, leaving me on the floor of my club. It takes me a long ass time to gather the strength I need to pull myself to my feet, using the table to stabilize me until I am steady. I hiss in pain, snag my shirt and stumble toward the exit.
I need to get back to Blackwood so Cronos can stitch my wounds, that bastard made sure to cut me deep enough so that I would need the help of my brother. He wants Cronos to know what happened tonight. I don’t fucking relish the thought of him seeing me like this, but I don’t have any other choice. My vision begins to blur as I drive through the darkened streets, my head pounding and pain thrumming throughout my entire body. I manage to park my new car in my spot at the back of the school. When I try to get out, I collapse to my knees on the gravel. My breathing is ragged and labored, I feel bile rushing up my throat but swallow it back down.
“What the fuck happened to you?” It takes all my strength to clutch the door and use it as a crutch to pull me to my feet, my head spinning as I stare down at London. From the looks of the outfit she’s wearing, she’s been jogging. When black spots dance in the corner of my eyes I know I have a minute max before I pass out.
“Find Cronos,” I manage to say before my body gives out and I’m falling forward again. I expect to face plant on the ground, what I don’t expect is for London-fucking-Murdoch to dart forward and catch me. I grunt when her chest pushes against mine. She maneuvers herself against my side, wrapping her arm around my waist and helping me inside through the staff only entry. I don't question her as she practically drags my ass through the hall and takes a sharp right to my office. She kicks the door open and leads me over to one of the wingback chairs in front of the fire that is still smoldering. She drops me into the chair and I hiss in pain, her face scrunches as she looks over me but says nothing.
“Good luck,” she says before turning, ready to flee the room but my words stop her.
“I need my brother.” Rather than turn around she peers at me over her shoulder.
“And I need a mind blowing orgasm but we can’t all get what we want now can we, headmaster?” I narrow my eyes as best as I can through the pain. I can feel my blood soaking through my shirt, if I don’t stop the bleeding soon I’ll lose too much blood and need a fucking ambulance ride to the hospital.
“Find my brother,” I snarl.
“Why the fuck would I do that after what you did to me?” she rebukes.
“Do it.” She quirks a brow and slowly turns to face me, placing her hands on her hips. Even through the pain I can’t help look at the view before me. She may be in my way and a nuisance but even I can appreciate how fucking hot she is.
“What do I get out of it?”
“I told the triplets to leave you be.”
She scoffs. “I can handle those idiots.”
“What the fuck do you want then?” I snap.
Her features harden. “I want you to tell me about the trials.”
Now, I scoff and shake my head. “No deal.”
She shrugs. “Okay, have fun finding your brother,” she says as she turns to flee. I can barely keep my head up let alone go in search of Cronos. If I am the one telling her about the trials, then maybe I can swing it so it’ll work it in my brother's favor.
“Fine.” She pauses but turns.
“Fine, what?”
I take a breath and wince in pain. “I’ll tell you about the trials, now find my brother,” I grit out through clenched teeth. She turns around and smiles brightly, the sight of her trying to appear cheerful has the opposite effect, she looks fucking deranged.
“Your brother and the three dumbasses left an hour ago.” I stiffen.
“Where the fuck did they go?” I demand. Her eyes narrow to slits and her upper lip twitches in outrage.
“I didn’t care to fucking ask,” she snarls.
“Our deal is off, if they aren’t here then I don’t get what I need,” I spit out.
“What the hell do you need?” she snaps.
“Nothing from you.”