Ruthless Kings - Laura Lee Page 0,50
all hell breaks loose. Kingston releases some sort of battle cry right as he starts punching the shit out of Lawson. Bentley and Reed join in the fray, and all three of them go at him, punching, kicking, pretty much whatever they can do until Lawson is on the ground, nearly unconscious.
Bentley and Reed back off when Lawson’s body goes limp, but Kingston keeps pummeling his face, over and over and over again. Lawson’s head thuds against the marble floor with a resounding crack, his face is practically unrecognizable, but Kingston doesn’t let up. Bentley and Reed try pulling him off, but Kingston’s too enraged. He’s crouched down, hulking out on this dude, and I seriously think he might kill him if he doesn’t stop.
“Kingston!” I scream. “Stop it! You’re going to kill him!”
Ainsley’s repeating the same words, trying desperately to get through to her twin.
“Good!” he yells, punching again.
I know it’s stupid, considering how scary and amped up Kingston is right now, but I charge toward him anyway. Bentley and Reed try holding me back, but I manage to squirm between them until I’m placing a hand on Kingston’s shoulder. He immediately freezes and whips his head back to meet my gaze.
“He’s not worth it, Kingston.” I squat down next to him, probably flashing half the room, but I don’t really give a shit. I rest my forehead against his and cup my hands over his cheeks. “He’s not fucking worth it. I’m okay. He didn’t get to me. He didn’t get to Ainsley. We’re okay. I’m here.” I kiss the corner of his mouth, tasting blood on my lips. “I’m here.”
Kingston releases a shuddering breath before clutching my arms, hauling me off the hard floor. He crushes me to his chest, holding on for dear life as he gets his breathing under control. I turn my head to the side and see Ainsley wrapped around Reed, sobbing. He’s smoothing his hand down her back, whispering something in her ear. Lawson is starting to wake up, groaning, but making no effort to peel himself off the floor. I’m half tempted to kick that fucker, but I’m pretty sure it’ll only exacerbate the situation.
After a few moments, Kingston pulls back slightly and finds Bentley. “Will you take care of this?” Kingston scans the crowd and adds, “Party’s over! Get the fuck out of here!”
Bentley nods. “I got it, man. Go get cleaned up.”
Kingston looks down, seeing all the blood. He seems confused like he doesn't know how it got there. His grip on my hand is firm as he leads me away.
“You can’t do that!” Peyton screams as her guests scurry toward the door. “Come back! You don’t have to leave. It’s my party!”
I turn back and find that she’s still topless, dripping all over the floor.
I hold my hand up. “Oh my God, Peyton, put your tits away! Nobody needs to see that shit.”
"Really?" she taunts. "Because I know for a fact, Kingston loves my tits. He’s told me so many, many times as he was fucking them. And at the very end, he'd slide his dick into my mouth, and I'd swallow every ounce of his cum. He said I was the best titty fuck he’d ever had.” She cups her breasts suggestively. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
Snickers and oohs ring out through the remaining bystanders.
“Fuck off, Peyton.” Kingston’s grip on my hand tightens. “Let’s go, Jazz. She’s not worth it.”
Peyton glares at both of us as Kingston repeats my words from earlier. “You’ll never keep him, Jasmine. Just remember that all this bullshit will be for nothing. Everything you’ll go through will be for nothing.”
Kingston marches toward the stairs, yanking me behind him. As I’m trying to decode her cryptic words, Peyton yells Kingston’s name, but he simply lifts his middle finger in the air. When we reach the top of the stairs, he bypasses my bedroom and pulls me into a guest room, locking the door behind us.
When I look at him questioningly, he says, “No camera.”
Right. Well, at least he had enough sense to remember that.
“Come on.” I incline my head toward the ensuite. “There’s a first aid kit under my bathroom cabinet. Let’s see if there’s one in there, too.”
Kingston nods, following me silently into the bathroom.
Jesus, how did everything go to shit so quickly? This seems to be a developing trend, and I really don’t like the possibilities of what could happen next.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
KINGSTON
I hiss when Jazz swipes a cotton ball over the torn