Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

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XXIII

Autumn talked to Cameron like any girl would talk to a close and loving friend. Still, tension built in my chest. It was crazy that I couldn't stop watching her. Autumn smiles at something Cameron said, and I could feel my tension switching to a little anger. Her smiles were mine, just like her body. Her every precious glance belonged to me.

Granted, she just didn't know that, I'd just realized it myself as I studied her sitting next to him, not enjoying their closeness. However, I was smart and fully understood I could never control her.

She made that very clear in the washroom yesterday.

I watch each bite she takes with full concentration, not risking missing a single bite. Clementine kept her entertained with her gimmicks at the opposite end of the table. Ezekiel didn't seem to like the idea of another boy—Cameron—enjoying the presence of Monroe. In fact, judging by his rigid posture and strict demeanour that indicated he was a pinch away from beating someone to death, said it all.

Maybe Ezekiel and I could team up and kill the bastard for making our girls smile. Something I've never made Autumn do genuinely. It pisses me the hell off how easy she let him in.

"Fucker." Ezekiel muttered, stabbing his steak with a fork, imagining a knife in his hand as he repeatedly stabbed Cameron's face.

Atticus turned away from Amorèt to face Ezekiel. A frown apparent on his lips. "What's got your knickers in a bunch?" He asked.

Kenzo snorted. "He has a crush."

"Fuck off, Russian bastard." Ezekiel grumbled. Then he raised his brows at Morozov's usage of words. "I don't have crushes."

Kenzo rose his dark brows at that. "So, you don't mind if I fuck her?" He teased, knowing better not to disturb the beast in his own cave, but still doing it anyway. He continued. "I've always had something for the innocent ones. They're very easy to corrupt—"

The fists of Ezekiel met Kenzo's face in a harsh blow. He had leaned over the table to get a clean one in. Kenzo wiped the blood off his face with a napkin, grinning. He was looking for a reaction, and got it.

Amorèt watched the scene play out, "Boys." She scoffed. Her hair bounced as she shook her head in displeasure. I didn't give two flying fucks if she was annoyed.

Atticus on the other hand, took her hands in his. "I know right. I was thinking we should have girls first."

That earned him a slap across the face, followed by angry curse words in french.

"Vous, les Américains, vous me dégoûtez." She hissed. You Americans disgust me. I also knew french. While Atticus is Italian, he wasn't born there. He's only half.

I'm bored. I look back in the direction of the table I was stalking before, ignoring the ongoing bickering. My jaw clenches and fists tightens on the table when I spot Mia standing at Autumn's table.