Royal Bully (Mafia Royals 0.5)

My father’s words coursed through me.

Break their hearts.

The opposite of love is hate.

I let go of Claire’s hand and stopped walking. “Now’s good.”

Serena stopped and slowly turned to look at me, her head tilted to the side. “What?”

“We can’t just walk by and make them think it’s a fashion show.” I shrugged. “That girl, right there.” I pointed to a gorgeous girl with bright blue eyes and red hair, she was staring at us like she needed to get laid by anyone offering, so much sexual repression, you could feel it coming off of her as she watched us.

“He’s right.” Claire piped up in a strong voice putting her hand on my shoulder. “You need to make a statement, show everyone that you have the power, the control, can do whatever the hell you want.”

“Junior—” I pointed to the girl “—give that girl what she’s been asking for ever since she saw us walking this way, she’s practically begging to get screwed, and she can’t keep her eyes off you, own her, control her, give it to her.”

“She’s pretty.” This from Claire, I sighed in relief. It was working out even better.

“What the hell kind of statement does that make?” Serena stared me down, I knew she was trying to figure out my angle, but saying she cared meant exposing both her and Junior, it meant admitting what they were doing even though it was painfully clear.

The last thing she wanted was for him to touch anyone but her.

The first thing he needed to do was prove he hadn’t been touching her, and the easiest way to do that? Have the cousins watch him seduce the shit out of this girl, choose her, and then have them report back to the bosses.

The story would be legendary.

How Junior gave zero fucks.

How Serena encouraged it despite her broken heart.

Junior’s eyes flicked from Serena to me and back like he was waiting for her to say no, to claim him, to say something like I love you, this is stupid. I wondered if he realized that his hesitation would be his downfall if he didn’t act. His hesitation in front of the bosses would have given him away. His gaze fell to Serena again—I watched him steel his heart as if he was wrapping armor around it to keep it safe, to keep them safe.

And I knew it wouldn’t work.

And it would be my fault.

A small part of me hoped he wouldn’t take the bait, then again it didn’t matter, he knew who his heart belonged to, sadly Serena wouldn’t care, she’d see it as putting the family first, as cheating, as not choosing her even if he’d chosen her every single day for the rest of her life.

And Junior? His weakness was that he wanted to make his dad proud, he wanted to be a legend, was already halfway there, so when I said jump, he knew he had no choice because, in the rankings of our family, I had been the only one willing to do the killing myself, the only one to go in first, which meant I was a made man already.

Junior, however, was not.

Not yet, at least.

“Whatever, it’s not a big deal,” he finally said, then turned around and plastered a smile on his face that I’m pretty sure even made half the female staff clench their thighs together.

He crooked his finger at the pretty girl and waited.

She frowned, pointed to herself, then slowly walked forward.

Junior towered over her, all muscle and sex.

Her lips parted as if she was expecting him to kiss her.

“You. I want you for the day, maybe the night.”

Oh hell. I kept my face impassive.

Serena reached inside her leather jacket for her gun.

She didn’t pull it out, but I knew her finger had already flipped off the safety.

“Ohhh.” The girl’s voice was shaky at best. “Um, okay—”

He devoured her words with the kind of kiss that changes a girl’s world, the kind they compare every other kiss to, deep, hard, and then soft, he ran his hands down her arms and then fucking thrust his body against hers before pulling her shirt free. With a wicked grin, he pulled back and then leaned down and ran his hands up her thigh-high socks until he touched the bare skin of her thighs.

She held on to his head.

A female professor started walking toward us.

When she was within a foot, she crossed her arms. “Stop this right now!”

“Stop what?” Junior didn’t even look at her, “This is a university, right? Why would you discourage students from learning? Just think of it as hands-on—” he grinned as one hand disappeared under her skirt, the girl let out a shriek and almost collapsed against him. Holy shit, he was definitely overselling as she trembled in his hands “—experience.”

Claire sucked in a sharp breath next to me.