Dynasty Boys

Chapter 22

Elle 

I stormed out of Carter's bedroom, slamming the door so hard that it made the floor physically vibrate. I was practically running down the stairs when I saw Madden coming up. His face softened when he noticed me.

"Elle, are you okay? What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes scanning me up and down. Still in shock from Carter's words, the answer didn't come automatically. I just stared at him, tears welling in my eyes. The frown on his face told me he had the wrong idea about why I was in his house, with messy hair and disheveled clothes, my shoes clenched tightly in my fingers.

"You fucked, didn't you? You fucked my brother? You won't go near me but you fuck my brother. I get it now, you have a thing for bullies so if I start treating you like shit will you sit on my dick too?" He spoke, his words catching me off guard. My breath caught in my throat as my heart dropped into my stomach. I was at a loss for words.

What did he just say?

"For your information, Madden, we didn't do anything. But even if we had, it's none of your business. It's really disappointing to hear that from you. I honestly thought you were better than that." I managed to speak, trying to fight the urge to insult him. Then, before he had a chance to say anything, I made my way downstairs and out the door, still shocked by the words that had come out of his mouth.

After putting on my shoes, I shielded my sleepy eyes from the sun, which was attacking me. I swallowed hard, expecting Madden to run after me and plead for forgiveness, but he didn't. However, I shouldn't have been surprised after hearing his vile words.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, unlocked it, before calling a cab. I had no idea where I was. The woods surrounded their house. It looked like something out of Twilight, the Cullen's mansion, to be specific.

Twenty minutes had passed, and I was still standing on the corner of Carter and Madden's street. My taxi was taking forever, and after trying to call him twice with no answer. I was about to get up and start walking home, when I noticed about six black SUVs pulling into the garage.

Maybe Mr. Knight had a meeting or something?

Lost in thought, I didn't notice Carter stepping out of the front door with a gym bag in hand. He walked down the steps just as another black SUV pulled up. The driver rolled down the window, and Carter handed the bag to them without saying a word. He stood there, waiting for the SUV to drive away. I was relieved that no one had noticed me.

Then, just when I thought I was safe, Carter's eyes met mine. The look he gave me was so angry, it reminded me of a monster, ready to pounce on its prey. Seconds later, he started walking toward me, closing the distance separating us.

"Why are you still here? Spying again?" Carter's voice was sharp, cutting through the air as he stopped just in front of me. His eyes were intense, pinning me in place, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest.

"N-no! I—I wasn't spying," I stammered, my voice wavering as I tried to explain myself. "I've been trying to get a taxi. I called them for twenty minutes straight, but they never answered back." My hands were shaking, and I could feel a knot tighten in my stomach. I knew he wouldn't believe me, but I had to try.

Carter's face remained as cold and unreadable as ever, not a single muscle moving. His eyes didn't soften, and I could tell he was trying to decipher my words, figuring out whether I was lying or telling the truth. His expression was stone-cold, emotionless, almost like a mask.

"What did you see ? I suggest you to tell me before I lose my shit. You're always in the wrong place at the wrong time," Carter said, his voice dripping with disdain as he took a step closer, his presence looming over me. "So, tell me, what did you see?"