Emperor of Annihilation

FOUR

he was a madman.

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FUCKING SHIT. Everyone was alive when I left the meeting room, now their limp bodies lay cold on the ground in a pool of blood that surrounds them. I slap a hand over my forehead in obvious annoyance. I can't trust any of these fuckers alone with anyone. The mastermind sits at the end of the table, spreading his legs wide and drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair.

Kenzo "Madman" Morozov, the deranged son of a psychopathic Pakhan. His eyes flash with excitement when they land on me. His pierced tongue darts out and he licks his lips, playing with the piercing in them as a sadistic grin slides onto them.

Oh fuck me. "What the fuck did you do?" I ask, directing this question to the bastard and the two who're in the middle of bashing another man's head in. "You guys are like fucking children."

Atticus lifts his head, then tilts it. He looks like a bloodthirsty bunny. The corners of his lips lift up. "Eze!" He coos, skipping towards me with his arms wide open. I knocked him over the head with the empty glass bottle I had in my head, causing him to take several steps back with a hand to his head. "Why are you so mean to me?" He asks with a frown as tears roll down his cheek.

I roll my eyes. I know this fucker better than to believe that could've hurt him. He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. "We weren't supposed to engage the enemy, but you dumbasses couldn't wait, huh?"

"Speaking of engaged," Silas continued, eyes on me. "What's all the talk about you being engaged to Clementine? Is that why you're in a bad mood?"

"I'm not in a bad mood."

"Right," Atticus says, his lips curling ever so slightly.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said in a deep growl, then scowl. "She's as insignificant to me as sanity is to the three of you."

Putting a hand over his heart with a feign expression of hurt, Atticus winces.

"You should take advantage of this situation and fuck her. The innocent ones are always wild cats in bed." Kenzo eyed me, his head tilting to the side and I watched as he jutted his tongue, moving it to the side suggestively and grinning like the asshole he is.

"I'm not fucking her."

His eyes flash with anticipation and excitement. "Then can I?"

I grab the closest thing to me—a head, throwing it across the room, aiming for the bastard. Kenzo glanced from me then down at the head, unmoving. His grin widens as if seeing me this heated aroused him.

Something inside Kenzo is dead and broken, and the only way he feels anything is if he's inflicting pain on someone. He's as mad as a hatter.

"No one's fucking her."

"Doubt that." Silas muttered, eyes still concreted on his phone as he types.

I toss him a glare then call Tristan to clean up the mess. We leave after he arrives and head back to Darlington before lunch.

People created a path for us to walk through the moment we entered the hallway. Instantly my eyes find hers. Big and widen, like she's scared of something—or someone. I peer over my shoulder. Kenzo's holding up two fingers with his tongue in between them suggestively. My brows furrow in anger but I don't hit him, instead I bottle up my anger and pass her, reminding her that even insects rank above her.

Atticus, on the other hand, runs up to her, striking up conversion. I'm close enough to hear the familiar melody of her laughter. My hands balled up into fists next to me. Seriously, when did the two become so fucking close without me knowing?

Silas leaves when he spots Autumn by her locker, not even saying goodbye, and Kenzo keeps his eyes trained on Mia as she walks the halls with her minions. She glances at us and then at Clementine, her eyes softening before hardening again, and then walks off with a huff.

"Fuck, I'm hungry." He said. Kenzo's basic meal contained a single cigarette and water. Suddenly a brunette walks past us, winking at both Kenzo and I. His eyes drop down to her tits and ass before turning to me. "See you at lunch."

He leaves. Dipshit.

I'm in class now but can't find it in me to concentrate so I get up and leave, the door slamming shut behind me. I needed release.

I walked to the field, digging out a cigarette from my pocket before bringing it to my lips, taking a hit.

I noticed a familiar blonde sitting cozy under the Big tree with a book in hand. She's drawing in that book of hers with her brows furrowing down in concentration. Next to her sat Atticus. 

Next thing I knew, I was striding across the green grass, ready to kick ass if I had to. Their heads both raised. Atticus smiled wickedly. Clementine frowned nervously.

"Glad to see you joining us, big guy." Atticus bantered, though I never found any of his comedic performances funny, so I remained scowling at him.

"What are you guys doing together?" I asked, letting my annoyance shine.

"Care bear was showing me her designs. Want to see?" Before I could reject his offer, Atticus held up the book she had been drawing in, revealing multiple sketches of dresses. "Isn't it just beautiful?"

Of course it was. Clementine has always had a knack for drawing fucking masterpieces. She wants to be a fashion designer, or at least wanted to be one. Either way, she'd be a damn good one.

I ignored his question. "Go away. There's something I want to discuss with your care bear."

Atticus looks between the two of us and his brows furrowed together as he whispers something to Clementine. "Do you want me to stay?" He asks in a whisper.

I gritted my teeth together. He doesn't trust me with my own fiancée. He has the audacity.

Clementine smiles up at him like the corrupted angel that she is and shakes her head. "No, It's fine. Go to class, kit."

Kit? How close did they get exactly? I ask myself as I stare living daggers at Atticus when he passes back, bumping into my shoulder with a fucking smile on his face.

Her smile leaves the minute he does and she asks me in a dull, bored tone. "What did you want to talk about?"

The only reason I said that was to get Atticus to leave. I pulled something out of my ass. "Our engagement." I remind her.

Her mouth opens then closes and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh."

How can she sit there and look so goddamn pretty? "I don't want to marry you." I tell her because it's the truth.

Her breath hitches. Her face contorted. "And I don't want to marry you, either."

"Good." I said.

"Good." She repeated.

And then I walked away with a stinging feeling in my chest. Who the fuck does she want to marry? Does she even want to marry?

I push the thought out of my head, declaring that I don't care what the fuck she does with her life, as long as it has nothing to do with me.