The Cliché Cupid ||COMPLETED||✔

Chapter 29- The Queen Is Back!

The moment we have all been waiting for...

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KYLE'S POV!!!!!!

Enjoy people!

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Kyle's POV

Fuming.

I am literally emitting smoke right now. That bastard dared to touch what's mine, he will now face the storm that is called Kyle Cupid!

I run my hand through my hair for the millionth time.

Andi and Sof are currently in the police office to report the rape. And they haven't messaged or called me yet, I am very stressed, is everything okay?

I swear if anyone dares to misplace even a strand of their hair I will personally make sure that the fool is cut to pieces and fed to dogs.

And I do have people for that. The plus point of being a gang leader. I might not  seem like one, but I am. The cheerful personality is just a cover. And when they hurt the gangleader's sweetheart, they will pay.

Tugging my hair and checking my phone for the thousandth time, I sit down on my bed. Where are they?

Andi always texts me about everything, unless, no, no, no. Shit! Fuck! Dammit! Oh god no.

Fucking hell. Why Andrea? Why do you always do dumb shit?

I grab my phone and rush out, getting into my car I drive at the only place where Andrea can be.

The clubhouse.

In record time I reach the clubhouse and I see Andrea's car is parked outside.

This girl will be the death of me. I run into the clubhouse, as expected there is pin drop silence.

I knew this would happen, they had never seen me so stressed and worried. I was heartless, cool and cruel in their eyes. I had to be.

My gang members stare at me, waiting for my command, but I knew more than me, they feared Andrea, after all she was the queen. And as they say once a queen, always a queen.

Andrea stands tall and proud in the middle, daring me to say anything. I know better not to talk, so I walk to Sophie and hug her. She clutches me and I hold her tight.

Her smell calms me down instantly, I inhale deeply trying to take in all of her intoxicating scent. Absolutely divine.

"As I was saying earlier before lover boy interupted us, we shall contact our Scotland force because the police doesn't have enough balls to imprison a rich dick. So two of you, yes, I am talking to you Micheal and Evan, are going to fly to Scotland tomorrow and gather the force and put plan 34 D into action. Got it?" She orders, a very deathly aura around her.

I don't comment on her calling me 'lover boy' because I don't want to be receiving the wrath of the terror called Andrea Red.

Poor Ryder, he has got a handful for him to look after.

The two, Micheal and Evan, nod respectfully and bow their heads, nobody meets her eyes.