“No, I haven’t heard any music,” Mila replied as it dawned on me who the great-great-grandson of the recluse Ashthorn is. And it wasn’t the person in room 18.
“Wait. What is Ashthorn’s first name?” I asked as a boom of playful shouting interrupted my question. I followed the shouting, and it was the Warwicks and the Yorks hurling insults at each other.
Mila replied, but I didn’t hear her answer.
“Sorry?” I pressed.
“Lev,” she replied, “Lev Ashthorn.”
“Oh,” the pieces finally clicked into place. I was right, but I still felt the need to defend him since I was the only person at the table who had spoken to him. “He’s not so bad. Not as bad as he seems. I mean... he’s not the most friendly and sociable guy, but I don’t mind that.”
“He’s only nice to you because of the Warwicks,” Mean Girl Carrie pointed out. “He’s basically their spy, which explains why he’s in Morgana to watch over you.”
“How do you know?” I snarled back at her.
“Because he’s basically their adopted brother, like the Warwicks took the Ashthorns in because they were so poor. I thought everyone knew that,” she hissed back at me as if I was stupid, but I had more questions, so I needed to remain civil.
“But how is he so poor when his great-great-grandfather owned this place?” Another mystery to be solved, but my heart went out to him. It explains why Lev kept his distance from people. “There’s so much land and a damn castle. His great-great-grandfather must’ve been a very wealthy man, so where’s the money? What happened?”
Carrie shrugged, “I don’t know.”
Another boom of laughter and mockery jolted the entire hall, and I looked back at the Warwicks, and they were now on their feet, threatening the Yorks face-to-face.
“They're gonna fight,” Erin stated wide-eyed and excited, staring at them across the great hall.
I couldn’t care less because I was more interested in my beef casserole. So, I leaned over my plate, focused on eating as shouts were fired across the hall, followed by furniture crashing on the floor.
“That’s enough!” A cook came out from behind the serving counter and bellowed at them while holding a large soup spoon, but unfortunately, it didn’t make any difference.
I shoved another piece of beef into my gob as more shouting and crashing erupted, making me nervous because my back was turned to the clash and I couldn’t tell if a chair was about to be thrown my way.
“Watch out,” Mila yelled just as I felt a slap of something warm and damp on the back of my neck. Okay, I had had enough. It was time to go. Under a rain of flying food, I grabbed my plate and hurried out the door to my room.
20
I caught James York talking to Adina, and it pissed me off,so I told him to stay the hell away from her. She was a problem because men liked her. Dirty ol' Deano was after her, and so was James, but we knew he was pretending. We knew the only reason he’d go after her was to get back at us.
He’ll get into her panties and fuck her, then leave her in the dust, torn and hurt. I should see it as a win for us because we needed her broken and sorry, but I wanted to be the one tofuck her over, not those fuckers. The more I saw her, the more I wanted to fuck her against Sickle’s wishes.
The police arrived just as the fight between us and the Yorkies was escalating. Food was spilled everywhere, and a few chairs were broken, but luckily, no one was hurt since we didn’t throw any punches this time.
In the chaos, I looked over to Adina and saw that her seat was empty. Scanning the room, I noticed her swinging black ponytail disappear through the exit and chased after her. The cops were ordering the Yorks and my boys to clean up the mess, so while they were occupied, I escaped.
Her strides were two to my one, so once she was in sight, I slowed down and followed from a few feet behind her, watching that ass move and her ponytail swing. My mind quickly traveled to a dirty place, my favorite place, watching her stand at the window while strumming the banjo and getting off on me. Well, who else would it be? It was me she was focused on, I think. Yeah, I know I couldn’t see the exact direction of her gaze, but who else would it be?
As I walked slowly behind her, I swiped for Lev’s number and messaged him to let me in. By the time we reached Morgana, she glanced back at me and hissed, “Are you following me?”
“No, actually, yes. What are you going to do about it, princess?” I challenged her, knowing that she was fiery as fuck and would have a comeback.
“Stab you in the eye,” she replied casually as if it would be no big deal to do that, like buying groceries, or grabbing a coffee, and I’ll just stab you in the eye while I’m at it.
“With what? Your fingernails? A pen?” I questioned to see if she did indeed have more weapons, after we confiscated her handgun, which, last time I checked, was lying in my second drawer, under my sweatpants.
She shot me an evil look that made me smile because I liked it when she was mean and full of fight. A snarling, hissing feline with a bone to pick was like fuel to my fire.
“I want to eat my dinner in peace, thank you,” she warned me, holding on tight to that plate loaded with beef casserole. I wouldn’t mind spreading that casserole all over her naked body, then eating it off, slowly, one piece of meat at a time. I’d turn her on to make her wet and longing for more, then I leave her hanging. Fuck, that’ll be the greatest punishment inflicted on a fucking Boleyn.
“I’m merely walking in the same direction as you, Adina,” I lied, then chuckled internally when she cut me a scowl. “You’re so big-headed, you think everything is about you. Typical Boleyn.”
