The great Victory

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I suddenly feel someone staring into my back but I ignore it until I hear someone clear their throat. I turn around and see Mattheo. He looks at Draco and tells him to move.

“No,” Draco began, “You’re not going to tell me what to do”

Mattheo leans down and says “Did you forget that your father worships the ground mine walks on.”

I stand and make eye contact with him,
“Did you forget me and my father own you and your family? Next time you’re gonna be a dick to someone remember that you’re not above anyone. You are a roach under my shoe and I can crush you at any moment. Try me or any of my friends and I won’t kill you. I’ll just tell your father about your little girlfriend. How do we think he’ll respond? I’m thinking kidnapping, torture, and then a slow and painful death. How does that sound?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he spat out.
“Oh I would and I would tell him that I get to tie you down to a chair and force you to watch your father kill your girlfriend,” I say with a wicked grin.

“Have fun with her for the little time you have left with her” I lean into his ear “Also ever touch me again, I’ll kill her myself and I’m not very merciful. From now on, I am your god, You will worship me and if you don’t, I will kill her. Clear?” I ask while pulling away and staring at him

“Yes,” he says coldly.

“Yes what? Oh and say it a little louder,” I command.

“Yes ma’am,” he states in a tone a little softer than a yell.

“Good boy, now shoo, you disgust me.” I ordered him with a slap on the cheek.

He walks away with his head down in defeat and anguish. Almost immediately, we burst out laughing, throwing around comments about him and how badass I was. Enzo looked up to me with love and desire in his eyes, almost like he yearned for me.

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