Children of Ambition (Children of Vice 2)

“I’m fine,” I said, even though I didn’t have any strength left to move away from him.

“You’re a fucking idiot is what you are,” he muttered again moving to set me in the corner of the ring.

“I heard you the first time!—Ugh!” Gritting my teeth, I held on to my side trying to fight back the pain.

“Biggest fucking idiot I’ve ever met,” Ethan said one more time as he handed me a water bottle.

“I think you might be malfunctioning…run back to Dad so he can reprogram you to kiss his ass like a good little solider,” I snapped and snatched the water from his hand.

Just like my father, he didn’t react, just shook his head. “What good comes out of going against him? Of provoking him with Mom?”

For a smartass, he was often a total dumbass.

“Why don’t you provoke him? Why don’t you push back?” I asked.

He frowned. “I would if he was wrong! Don’t you see—”

“No I don’t see! I’m told. This or that. Now I want to see…I want to see if he’ll keep to his word…if he’ll really kill me.” I gri

nned up at Ethan before taking the rest of the water and splashing it on my face.

“Wyatt,” he said in his warning voice…the one he used on the fucking guards.

Rising back up to my feet…without him…I placed my hands on his shoulder. “Big brother…it’s no fun working inside the rules. Dad might be right…or maybe…just maybe even he doesn’t know what he’d do.”

“So your plan is what? Cause chaos until he kills you?”

“Want to take bets?” I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt.

Ethan shook my hand off of his shoulder and moved away from me, but not before saying, “Dead men don’t pay.”

“Fuck you are annoying.”

But I wasn’t going to ruin this. If our father couldn’t kill me…that meant no one could…this was going fun.

Let the games begin…

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