Page 23 of Reign of Royal
Chanel needs to kill her or Havoc needs to prove her innocence because this girl is becoming a distraction I can’t afford.
I don’t know how long I sit here holding her against me but when I look down at her I see she has fallen asleep, it’s midafternoon and I know without a doubt that Chaos and the others will still be waiting for me in the basement. I gently move her off me not wanting to wake her, I slip off the bed and pull the covers over her tiny frame, I can see a hand print bruise on her arm and where her shirt rides up on her stomach I see bruising already forming were he fucking kicked her. I grind my teeth as I cover her and slip out of the room quietly, I task Jackson with guarding her and making sure she stays in her room under the pretense I need a break. As I make my way outside to head to the hidden basement I notice more guards patrolling the grounds.
“Shit.” I grit out when I notice guys patrolling the back half of the property, there is no way I can make it in there undetected so I do the next best thing, I act like I’m patrolling the grounds as I pull my phone out and call Sin, she answers on the fourth ring.
“Finally come up for air, did ya?” The angry bite to her tone isn’t lost on me but I choose to ignore it given I did leave them waiting for hours.
“I can’t get in.”
“We know, more guards arrived over two hours ago. You would have known that if you weren’t balls deep inside that bitch.” My grip on my phone tightens.
“I wasn’t fucking her, Chanel.”
“Oh, were you cuddling while we worked our asses off to figure out a way to end this cunt so we can go home?” I take several deep breaths to try to temper the rage brewing inside me, her and I have bickered in the past but not like this. Sin is just pissed she can’t get her hands dirty and wants in on the action instead of being holed up in the basement.
“Cut the fucking shit, Chanel. Did you find anything or not?”
“We’re not done with this conversation, Royal, the bitch needs to go and you need to remember why the fuck we are here, just in case you forgot, it isn’t for her. She isn’t our problem, she’s his and you need to keep your fucking nose—.”
“Remember who the fuck you are talking to Chanel, I’m not the fucking twins. I’m the one who runs this fucking shit not you, don’t ever forget that.” Silence, that’s what I’m met with for a long ass time. I hate I had to throw that shit in her face but she needed to be reminded, I am the fucking heir to the throne, not her!
“The new guards are Emilio’s men.” Havoc says breaking the tension filled silence. “According to the shit we have managed to dig up, he lands in Miami in two days. Him and his men have caused a shit show in New York, something isn’t right either Royal.”
“Explain.” I growl.
“I’ve been going over the shit Uncle Vin’s rat gave us, I dug deeper into Emilio’s brother and his family, turns out they fled Columbia to get away from the cartel. The guy wanted nothing to do with his brother, he was executed and his wife was gang raped in front of his daughter before she was executed, the kid saw the whole thing.”
“And?” I prompt.
“Royal, the kid's body was never found, I’ve hacked every network and there is no trace of Monica Vargas, either they killed her and hid the body or…”
“She’s still alive and being hidden.” I answer.
“We need to find her, we can use her as leverage against Emilio.”
“What makes you think he cares enough about her?”
“If she’s in the wind and untraceable that means she is running, we all know the kid would be a loose end, he’ll want her back.”
“Find the girl, we’ll be at the meet with Chance and that’s when we’ll end this with or without the kid.”
ERIKA
I lift my shirt as I stand in front of the mirror of my adjoining bathroom to inspect the damage, the bruising looks worse than it feels. I’m no stranger to getting my ass beat, that’s how I wound up here in the first place. I laugh and flinch in pain, nothing about this situation is funny but either I laugh about it or I'm gonna cry and I’m not the type of girl to sit around and cry over the shitty hand life dealt me.
I turn to the side and sigh at the bruising that mars the side of my body, is this what my life is to become? Is revenge on the men who put me here really worth being married to a piece of shit like Chance? All these questions swirl through my mind as I strip off my clothes and get in the shower, the water cascades over my body giving me the false sense that it’s washing away all the bad.
I wrap my arms around myself and just stand here getting lost in my own head, my fingers trace the guns on each of my hips absentmindedly as I recall the minimal memories I have of my parents, we were so happy. I was loved and cherished, we had a great life until those bastards took it from me, they took the only two people in this world I have ever loved from me.
I feel a tear leak from the corner of my eye and brush it away angrily, I refuse to be weak. I lock all these feelings and memories back in the box they belong in, if I allow myself to go down that path then I’ll break and I can’t do that when I’m so fucking close to ending this. He’ll be here in a matter of days and I need to prepare myself for that, he’s going to be watching me like a hawk, this thing with Royal needs to end, it was fun while it lasted but it can’t be anything more than that.
I finish up in the shower and step out, I wrap the large towel around my body not caring that my wet hair is dripping everywhere as I walk back into my room only to freeze at the sight of Royal standing by the window gazing out at the backyard. At the sound of my approach he turns his head, looks me up and down then dismisses me. That pisses me off! He doesn’t get to come in here and fuck me when he feels like it and then act like I mean nothing.
I decide to bait him, I drop the towel and run my fingers through my wet hair, I know he can see me from the corner of his eye, the way his body stiffens and his hands clench at his sides all the indication I need to know that I affect him as much as he does me. I sway my hips as I walk over to the closet, I bite my lip to keep from smiling as I sift through the hangers to find something to wear. I just grip the hanger with my navy blue shirt on it then it’s ripped out of my hand. I spin around only for his hand to grab my throat and back me up until I’m flush against the cold floor length mirror.
His eyes are void of every emotion except for anger, it’s at the forefront. “You’re hiding shit, I’m going to figure out what it is and when I do.” I gasp and jump to my tiptoes when he cups my pussy. “This pussy won’t be able to save you from what I’ll do to you, this is your chance to come clean, Erika.”
I hold his gaze as I lift my hands and sign,ask me who I really am.