Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

My car darts off the road with furious speed, taking me to school in minutes. The engine’s low growl vibrates through the cold morning air, rattling in the

bones of anyone close enough to hear. My leather jacket cuts against the wind, its weight like armor. The moment my car pulls up. I see the heads turn

before I’ve even turned off the ignition.

Without sparing anyone a glance, I step out of my car, toss the key to the school chauffeur I never use, and head towards the horsemen.

They lean against the steps, their usually playful expression gone, and replaced with a murderous one that mirrors mine. The moment Kai notices the glint

in my eyes, he mutters, “Someone’s going to bleed today.”

He’s right.

Even the crowd feels it, as their eyes shift, and their phones are already in their hands, because when I walk in like this, everyone knows it’s for war.

The moment I step through the school’s doors, everyone parts for me like I’m a fucking god. But I’m not here for them, I make my way to the one place I

knew he’d be, and as I suspected, Matt’s in the quad, watching the practice session like he’s still king of the fucking field.

My shadow falls over him before my voice does, and he notices as he looks back in shock.

“Get up.”

He must think I’m fucking Santa Claus, because he laughs, pumped up with all false bravado. “What, you gonna-”

The sentence dies when my fist connects with his jaw, popping it out of place. The sound is sickeningly clean, as the force of my punch has his lips split

open.

The smell of copper and metal fills the air as his blood flows down his bruised jaw. His breath whooshes out as my knee drives into his ribs. He lets out a grunt as my foot meets his face, knocking him to the floor.

‘Get the fuck up.” My hands are in my pockets, and my expression is one of masked calm, but the horsemen know I’m not to be fucked with.

The field fills up quickly, as everyone rushes in from various parts of the school. The teachers stand in silence, as they pretend to be focused on something

else.

They knew better; no one would dare utter a word to stop me. He takes his sweet time getting up, groaning with every move of his limbs, and for some

reason, it ticks me off the wrong way.

My knee meets his midsection before he can fully stand straight–or attempt to.

“Ah!” He groans in pain and spits out blood.

I grab him by the collar and slam him into the concrete wall hard enough that his head bounces. His eyes roll for a second before he tries to speak, but I

don’t let him.

With one last punch, I make a final statement;

“No one fucking touches what’s mine. If I have to repeat myself, this will look like a Christmas decoration, compared to what’ll happen to the next sorry

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Chapter 22

fucker. My voice is loud enough for everyone to hear in the field.

Then I let him slide down the wall, crumpled, coughing blood onto the floor.

Without wasting a second, I walk out of the hall, and the horsemen follow behind me as I move on to phase two of the plan.

Roxanne.

“Should someone get Sloane?’ Kai asks, and I nod once. He snaps at a junior who scampers to do his bidding before the words fully leave his mouth.

We wait by the hall close to the girls’ locker room for her, and a few minutes later, she appears. Dressed in jeans and a sweater, she walks up to us. Her hair

is pulled in a low, unflattering bun, and she appears pale as she shivers and pulls her sweater around her to get warmer.

My blood burns hotter with the desire to crack Matt’s jaw further.

“Hi. She greets, her voice trembles with the words. The horsemen nod at her in greeting, but I just stand in silence, watching her and deciding whether or

not my appetite for chaos would be satisfied after today.

It wouldn’t be; I’d need more.

Taking off my leather jacket, I wrap it around her shoulders to keep her warm. It’s big on her, with the jacket falling to her hips as she pulls it tighter

around her body.

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