C U R I O S I T Y | Aemond Targaryen

F I F T Y - S I X

Aemond's P.O.V.

"No. The bitch fucking cheated. I'm not giving her my damn car."

The sound of Hakor's roaring voice pulls me out of my trance for the girl in my arms, and my blood boils at his heated words. Glancing away from Cordelia for the first time since she finished the race, I rest my gaze on the raging racer yards away from us. I calmly and graciously set her back on her bare feet, but keep my hands on her hips while watching the scene in front of us unfold.

"You motherfucker- You lost!" Aegon shouts in a frenzy at the pissed poor loser in front of him. "Hand over the goddamn keys!"

My older brother shoves at the racer's chest with bubbling anger, and he pushes him right back. Criston is quick to come to Aegon's side and keep their shoves from turning into punches. Putting himself between the seething men, Criston points his thumb in the direction of Cordelia and argues with such frustration in his voice.

"Man, are you fucking brain dead? Cordelia won, you lost. She gets your car."

Hakor only shoves him away, forcing both Criston and Aegon at arm's distance with a glare of a dishonorable man. Other racers and onlookers huddle around them to witness the simmering argument, hoping it will soon become more. Arryk is by their side in an instant then, his own impatience seeping from every pore.

"You won't be able to show your face at another race if you don't hand over the keys." He declares with a tone of certainty while standing between Aegon and Criston. "If you don't give Delia the damn car keys-"

"How did you do it?" 

Hakor suddenly spits out, but his question is not directed at the three boys in front of him. His gaze goes over Criston, Aegon, and Arryk's shoulders, toward where Cordelia stands with me. My hands grasping her hips become iron the second I see his furious glare aimed entirely at her. 

Elbowing my older brother and our friends out of his way, striding toward us while being shoved by Arryk and Aegon, Hakor points at Cordelia like he's damning her to hell. Daeron is quick to stand beside Cordelia at the sight of him stalking right to her, while I turn my body to shield her from being in his direct path. Criston is following closely behind Hakor, while Arryk and Aegon jab him around on either side.

"You vicious little bitch. What did you do?" Hakor grunts while pointing at Cordelia and coming to stand only a few feet away from us. "How did you fucking win?"

"Watch your fucking tone." I snarl while guiding Cordelia further behind me, hiding her from his line of sight. "It doesn't matter. You made the deal. Do I need to-"

"Shut the fuck up." He barks with venom while angling his head in an attempt to look at the girl behind me. "How?"

"You're from Essos, right?" 

Cordelia speaks up from behind me with a calm voice, a tone unlike everyone around her. Then, before I realize what she's doing, she slips from behind me to be at my side. Hakor doesn't answer her, but the look in his eyes is enough for her to know that he is, in fact, from Essos like herself.

"Have you ever heard of the Dothraki Mafia?" 

She asks in a soft tone, with an innocent small smile growing on her lips. The second I hear the name Dothraki leave her lips, I suck in a shaken breath while Hakor's gaze widens with growing fear. My gaze falls down to her, and I rest a protective hand on her back as I think of why she's bringing up the Dothraki Mafia of all things at a time like this.

I've heard of the Dothraki Mafia, and read about them many times in newspapers and articles. They are the largest gang in Essos, a gang most people do not dare to speak about, and Cordelia just did like she's chatting about a kid's baseball team. Hakor's goes pale at the sight of her cool demeanor, while my brothers and friends stare at her in utter surprise.