Emperor of Annihilation

FIFTEEN

EZEKIEL

I wiped the blood from my mouth, glaring at the boy in front of me who looked bored out of his mind.

"Come at me again, motherfucker!" I hissed, ignoring the stinging pain I felt from one of the many wounds he personally gifted me.

I had taken him out to the middle of the woods where neither of our parents could see us. Dad invited everyone for a dinner party, including the Morozov's and the Monroe's.

I couldn't help my blood boiling every time Kenzo would look over at Clem, complimenting her as he took her hand in his, kissing the back of her hand, smirking as he pulled away, his eyes locked on my glare.

He was still the new kid on the block but so far he's gotten everyone to fall for his charms, except for Mia and me. She's the only one who shares my hatred for him. Something about his timing was off.

I hated everything about the bastard, from the way he looks at Clem to the way he teases her. She's mine, not his.

I cornered him in one of the many washrooms inside our manor and challenged him to a fight in the woods close to my house, which is what led us here.

He keeps his eyes trained on me, slowly tilting his head to the side with his hands in his pockets.

"Come on, Russian bastard." I say as I rush in for a quick attack, throwing a punch in his direction to which he swiftly dodges.

My eyes widen and a little 'hmf' escapes my mouth as his hand quickly latches onto my arm, using my moment of weakness to send a harsh kick to my abdomen.

I groaned as the harsh kick landed, sending me sprawling to the ground. Clutching my stomach, I could feel the pain surging through my body.

My breaths were ragged as I pushed myself off the ground, gritting my teeth against the ache. Adrenaline surged through me, drowning out the pain momentarily. I couldn't let him see how much it hurt; I had to show him that he hadn't gotten the best of me.

He hovers over me, his tall silhouette looming over me creating a dark shadow on the grass around us as he stares at me with indifference.

His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and twisting it to the point that my bones almost snapped in half.

I howled out in pain but used the strength of my legs to launch a kick towards him, and when he's distracted, I successfully did a sweep kick that sent him to the ground.

I go in for another attack, using the special move my father taught me, lifting my leg from high off the ground, I go in for an axe kick.

My smile quickly turns into a bloody one when I'm punched in the face and go flying backwards. My body tumbled to the ground.

"Americans," I hear him mutter under his breath but loud enough for me to hear and grunt at. "You guys must have a kink for public embarrassment. Is that why you like to embarrass yourself so much, Ezekiel?" His eyes mock me with a side of sadistic delight. I find myself glaring at his next words, "Or do you do this for Clemmy?"

My eyes flashes. Red. I'm back on my feet. "Don't fucking call her that."

The corners of his mouth curve up as a slow smile reaches his lips as he tilts his head. "What are you going to do if I do?" He didn't let me answer, "End up on your ass again?"

"Ezekiel?" The sound of a sweet familiar voice demanded my attention.

I raised my head to look at her face that was full of confusion—confusion that soon turned into concern when her azure blue eyes fell on me. She dropped the flowers she had been hugging close to her chest and ran over to where I was, her eyes franticate as she checked my body for life-threatening wounds. "What did I tell you about getting into fights?"