XXI
Fucking bastard.
I ignored the pain on my knuckles from punching Morozov in the face too hard. His body hit the tree, and fell. I felt pleased with the outcome. Remembering the close proximity he and Autumn just shared only increased my anger. Just as I was going in for another blunt hit, Mia pushed past me, heading straight for her target.
She lifts a slender leg in the night sky, hiking her heel down on his dick and he grunted. "Blyad." hissed Kenzo, although knowing him, he was probably getting off on the pain.
I never thought Scuderi and I would ever be working together outside of our arranged engagement. Looks like the fates really do change.
I focused the centre of my attention on her. Dressed in the simplest and most boring pyjamas ever, she still managed to shine the most. Even in the darkness of the moon and the shadows of the trees. It was like Autumn Hawthorne was standing directly in front of the sun, because that's how much she shined.
Her eyes widened in surprise when Mia landed that harsh blow on his cock. I focused all my attention on her precious lips. I wanted to ram my dick in them again.
She looked so fuckable in those shorts. I could practically see her nipples through that cheap fabric. I growled, wanting nothing more than to tear that ugly shirt off of her and devour her tits.
I felt myself growing at the thought of titty fucking her. Look at me, little stalker.
She's never been big on rules or instructions. That side of her irritated the fuck out of me.
Ignoring the hardness growing in my trousers, I finally acknowledge the scene in front of me. Kenzo wiped the blood off his face. He didn't look the slightest bit bothered by my blow, which irked the living hell out of me. The fucker was the only one who played with his life around me.
He kept eye contact with the devil himself when he wiped the blood off his lips using the back of his fists. His pierced tongue made an appearance, licking the remaining blood off the mental in his lips.
"I was only trying to get familiar with your toy. There was no need for violence." He said, his tone however held a mocking glint to it, purposefully empathizing "Toy.' in front of Autumn.
"Shut the fuck up." I growled. My eyes narrowed at the sight of him. "Watch what you say, Morozov."
He grinned. "Am I wrong?"
I kept silent.
From the corner of my eye, Autumn's face fell. A ting of glint rushes over me before it's gone in a heartbeat. Less than that.
Mia stood with her arms wrapped, staring at him with undeniable disgust. Autumn and I watch as she goes in for another kick with her heels.
This time Kenzo predicated her next move and grabs her leg, dragging her down before he could feel the blow. She struggle, kicking and screaming in his lap. Her protests were soon silenced when Kenzo shoved two fingers down her throat.
He directed this comment to the struggling girl on his lap, "Squeaky little mouse." He whispered, shoving his fingers further until the sounds of her choking was all that filled the air. I remained stone-faced when his head raised, eyes meeting mine. "You caught yourself a very pretty kotenok."
Kitten. I wasn't Russian but I spoke it fluently.
My jaw clenched.
He smiles, staring at Minx almost lovingly then returning his gaze to me. "I'll trade you," His hand that wasn't occupied at the moment patted the head of Mia. "little fox, for.." His eyes travel back to Autumn. "kitten." Then they return to me. His head tilted as a sinister smile crept up on his face. "what do you say?"
My brows furrowed together in a tight knot. My blood was boiling at this point. It was a fucking blessing I hadn't jumped at him and beat him mercilessly yet.
"Or," He continued, his eyes twinkling with unhinged amusement. "What if we let the two fight it out, and bet on who's going to be victorious?" He insisted. Autumn gasped, her body shivering. "Like the old days, right? Remember when we wagered on the depressed fuck's life?" He chuckled darkly as if recalling the memory brought joy into his sick and twisted mind. "You thought I wouldn't have recognized her? You looked her up after the incident and sent me fucking pictures."
Autumn turned to me, her face in disbelief of what she just heard. "What?" She breathed out then turned to me, eyes widening with each passing moment. "You knew who I was?"
I gave her zero reaction.
Kenzo removed his soaked fingers from Acair's mouth and stood up. I watched his every move carefully, fearing that if I blinked he'd disappear. "I think it's time to leave the two lovebirds alone," He stretched his arms. "What do you say, little fox?"
Mia looked ready to murder him. "Screw you a thousand times hard."
"Nah, I'm not really the submissive type." He said and tosses her over his shoulders. I watch as he stood up and disappeared behind the trees. Before he left, the bastard whispered something in Autumn's ear that makes her stand upright. Her body goes rigid.
She turned and glared at me.
This wasn't one of the glares she'd send to try and convince herself she wanted nothing to do with me. This glare was full of malice and disgust.
I smiled. I liked seeing her angry more than I could admit.
I forgot her friend was here. "Uhh.."
"Let's go, Cam." She breathed out, grabbing his sleeves and pulling him away.
I grabbed her hand before she could leave. She turned around in a fury, attempting to free herself from my already tight grasp. It was like watching a bunny trying to escape from a snake's hold.
"Let. Me. Go." She insisted through gritted teeth.
"No."
She goes into a frenzy, pounding on my chest and slapping my face with every inch of anger she has in her. "You're such a dick, you know that?" She hissed.
"No I don't."
"You can't ghost me again and again and again, and expect me to act like nothing never happened!" She rambled between each hit. "That's a dick move. But what should I expect? You're a Westbrook, right? Westbrooks don't have emotions."
I tilted my head, watching her with a cocky grin. Say it. "What happened between us?" I questioned. I knew what she was getting at. However, I wanted to hear the words come out of her mouth. I wanted her to confess.
She pointed a finger at me, clear disbelief in her eyes. "You..you.." She stammered and I smiled. Her voice dropped, "Was any of it real?"
"No." I said, watching her as her face drops along with her heart.
"None of it was."
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