The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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A/N: Hey my loves! 😍😍❤️ I'm sorry for posting so late lol. I promise to respond to everyone as soon as possible. I swear I love you all and thank you for 4k reads! (I hate this chapter, I'm so sorry.)

Percy King.

My eyes narrow, annoyed at the fucking burning feeling they get. “What, Mario?” I hiss into the phone.

“Lily confessed for working with. . . your mother, last night, according to her brother but you know that dumbass. What's your plan if she has been behind us?” He informs in a robotic voice, as if fucking computed and voiced off.

His words though.

They fucking fume me.

I always knew that stupid bitch was up to something.

“Permission to suggestion?” He asks after a sort while of silence between us and I nod, realizing it's a phone call.

I clear my throat. “What do you have in mind?” I ask.

He takes a while to speak but that while isn't long because my focus is on Sophia and her grumpy face as she walks towards the car. I mentally snicker at the sight, cute.

“A whore house.” Georgina spits and I blink.

A whore house, for Lily? I think back to all her evil ways and even then, nobody deserves that, especially someone as young as her and my third would be furious— she did go and get herself pregnant and a pregnant whore?

It isn't good at all.

It's a fucking kink for all fuckers.

“Not that hard, G.” I mumble, still, looking at her.

I swear I see her eyes fucking light up at the sight of my car and somewhere inside of me hope settles in.

But he quickly dies off when some fucker calls out to her and she turns, waiting for him. Fucking why?

A jealous feeling submerges itself within me. I don't fucking like it at all. Why is she talking to him and what the fuck does this ugly ass got to say to her?

“Then what then, don? Because I fucking think that little slut deserves much worse. I mean, did you see how she looks at you and my man? I fucking won't stand for it and neither will Sophia! We might as well just f—”

I chuckle, cutting her off, she really is fucking crazy for her size. “Calm down, we'll figure it out.” I say.

I quickly cut the call before she speaks again and throw it in the back seat while leaning forward against my own seat, leaving my arms to cross and lay on the wheel.

I scan my girls outfit and internally curse, fuck.

I should have just fucking given her a detectives coat because even in sweatpants and a short coat, you can still see her sexy curses and I bet this fucking fucker likes that.

Her ass is facing me and holy shit, it looks sexy.

I resist the urge to go over there and grab it in my palms, letting that little boy know that she's mine and only mine.

Her hands wrap around him, again.

That's fucking enough.

Fuck, where's my fucking gun? I look around my car in search and find nothing. “Fucking hell man.” I hiss when still I find nothing on me, this is fucking shit.