Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

ecause of something else.

Nope. I’m not going there.

Soon after, Levi takes the upper hand. Their view isn’t so clear with them rolling on the ground, wrestling to get the upper hand.

I don’t have to see the blackness in Levi’s mood to feel it.

It permeates the air like a suffocating, impenetrable smoke.

He’s not only fighting Jerry, he’s out for blood.

“Stop it!” I shout when I’m partially out of my stupor. “Stop!”

Neither of them listens. If anything, their punches and grunts become more violent. At this rate, they’ll kill each other.

My gaze strays both ways, looking for anything that will help in stopping the two bulls.

When I find nothing, I put two fingers in my mouth and siffle loud.

Jerry is the one who looks up first. Levi punches him in the face and stands up as his opponent falls to the ground.

When the rugby player pushes to his feet, obviously ready for another round, I speak in a loud, clear tone. “I’ll call the principle.”

“Fucking bitch,” Jerry mutters under his breath while dusting his trousers. “Can’t see what’s so special about her.”

“What did you just say?” Levi is in his face in a second.

Of course Levi doesn’t give a shit about the threat of the principle. I’m starting to learn that he doesn’t give two fucks about anything.

I stride to them and place a hand on Levi’s shoulder. “Let him go, he’s not worth it.”

Jerry gives a lopsided smirk that smears the blood from his lips over his teeth. “Listen to your slut, King.”

Before I can see the gloom on Levi’s face, I feel it. No, I breathe it in the air.

It’s there in the quick rise and fall of his chest. The clenching of his fists. The stiffness of his shoulders.

I stare up at him and gulp audibly.

His gaze is completely black.

Dark.

Deadly.

It’s like he can kill Jerry and not feel an ounce of guilt about it.

He starts to push me away, but I block his path so my back is to his front and I’m facing Jerry.

“Isn’t your father Judge Huntington?” I ask in my coolest voice.

“Good you know about that.” Jerry continues smirking and I gloat in the fact that I’m wiping it off. Once and for all.

“I suggest you go home and ask your daddy about the money he embezzled from the crown court. Because guess who has evidence? That would be my own daddy. Now, if I go home and tell him Judge Huntington’s loser son harassed me, who do you think will pay?”

All Jerry’s smirks disappear and his face turns ashen. I bet he thinks no one knows about his father’s extracurricular activities. It’s not that Dad tells us these types of things, but I overheard a phone conversation the other day — when I was sneaking out. The information stayed with me, especially since the said judge has been appearing more and more on TV.

Jerry casts a fearful glance at me before he curses and flees the scene.