King of the Underworld (RJ Kane) novel Chapter 397

397 

Sephie 

“So, let me see if I have this straight,” I said, in English once again, so Battista could understand. “You think that there’s no possible way your brother could’ve accomplished even half of what we’ve been talking about tonight?” She stayed silent, but she didn’t object. “Well, that stands to reason then, that you think this because you feel superior to him in some way. If you feel superior to him, then it must mean you have accomplishments that overshadow his, yet you can’t seem to come up with a single one to wow us with. Yet, I’m the one that’s lying?” 

There were a few coughs and laughs from the guys, who were trying to hold it in, but just couldn’t. She looked around at them, realizing they were laughing at her. She started to squirm slightly in her seat. I might’ve enjoyed that. 

“Please, tell me. How long have you had the job you’re at now? And what is it you do?” I asked, trying to appear curious and not seething. She was starting to get angry, but she wasn’t at the level I needed her to be at yet. 

When she stayed silent, I poked her harder. “And what of your husband? What is he? Number four? Is that right? What happened to the first three?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest, enjoying watching her get angrier and angrier. 

The youngest sister tried to come to the defense of her older sister, but it was weak. I focused on her. “Do you really want to play this game, little girl? Do we need to talk about why you haven’t married yet or better yet, why you have to keep moving to larger cities to escape your reputation?” That shu t her up and even got a tricker out of the oldest sister “Oh, don’t think you’re immune from my charms, either,” I said, addressing the oldest sister. “Those two are bad, but you’re no better Arguably worse, I’d say “The oldest sister looked at me, wide-eyed, then looked at Stephen. She knew in that moment that he’d told me everything. The other two hadn’t caught on yet, but the oldest sister knew. I watched the color drain from her face. 

The middle sister had been string in her own anger during all of this. She finally exploded. She slammed her hand down on the table, causing the youngest sister to jump in fright “Enough! You can’t speak to me that way. You’re obviously too st upid to see how much of an im becile my brother is and you’re making up lies to try and make him seem more important than he is 

I glanced briefly at the guys during her little outburst. Every single one of them had their hackles up. I could feel Adrik’s anger, as well. I knew my eyes were about to go dark. I just hoped they went black I wanted her scared. 

I put my palms down on the table, as I slowly stood up. I was looking down when I stood up, so she couldn’t see my eyes yet, nor could anyone else. kept my palms on the table, so I could lean over, getting even closer to her 

“I can speak to a piece of shi t like you however I go dda mn please. And if you ever take that tone with me again, you will regret it for the rest of your very short life.” My voice was loud enough everyone could hear, but it was controlled. I sounded as calm as possible, but my tone was daring her to yell at me again. I could see the fear in her eyes as she looked at me, but she couldn’t look away. While my anger was at an in sane level, I was also concentrating on everything I felt when Stephen shared his memories with me. I used it as fuel for my fire, but I also desperately wanted to find a way to push it to her. I wanted her to break right in front of me. “You have the audacity to think that your brother would even want to see you, for one. Then you come here, insult me not once, but twice, and you insult him in front of his real family, who coincidentally can end you and make it appear like you never existed. I think it’s clear that you’re the im becile here.” 

I paused, wanting to see if she could come up with a response. She hadn’t looked away from my eyes. It was like she was frozen in place, unable to speak, unable to move. The youngest sister once again tried to stick up for her sister. “You’re not his real family. We’re his real family,” she said. 

I laughed. I turned from the middle sister, focusing all my anger on the youngest. She was nervous when I first stood up. Now, she was terrified. “You really think he wants to claim a fil thy piece of trash like you? You realize you don’t get extra points for having all the sexually transmitted diseases, right? I almost feel sorry for you. You’re so lost in trying to prove your worth to your bi tch of a sister that you lost yourself somewhere along the way, Instead of having the strength to stand up to her, you turned into her and you ha te yourself for it. I don’t blame you there. I ha te you too.” She was now frozen in place as well, but she was making noises. Like she was crying. Or whining. Or both. 

The oldest sister looked at Stephen. She was now angry as well. I stood up, crossing my arms acro Stephen, then to me. “I don’t know what he’s told you, but it’s all lies,” she half-yelled. 

my chest, daring 

She looked at 

gently 

his shoulder 

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