“Legend touched me first,” she replies, cutting and soft.
I slap the wall beside her head.She flinches but doesn’t retreat.
“You want Legend?”I whisper.
“You want him?”
“You want to tear this club in half?”
“No,” she breathes.“I want to live.”
For the first time, she looks like a wounded girl.
Not a threat.
Not a rival.
Just scared.
I hate that it makes me soften.
“We can help each other,” I say quietly.“Or we can destroy each other.”
“Same outcome,” she whispers.“Different path.”
She leans closer.Her voice drops.“You want the truth, Sophie?I don’t hate you.I envy you.Well, I did.You got out of that church.Your family did.You built a life.I got Legend and his life.I never had the chance to become someone he would want.I’m what he made me.So, maybe I don’t envy you.It’s your turn to become a hole that Legend will never fill.”
It hits harder than any insult she ever threw.
“But I need you,” she whispers.“You’re the only one who hates my daddy enough to tear down his kingdom.”
I swallow.
Then I nod.
“If I could get out, I’d look in mama’s old office.”
A small, sharp alliance is born.
Forged in hate, jealousy, and shared fear.
And it feels like sin.
Legend
Royal’s shaken.Sophie’s pacing.The entire club is not right.
So I go to her room.Just to check on her.That’s what I tell myself.
Becki sits on the mattress, eyes red from crying or fury.Probably both.
“You shouldn't be here,” she whispers.
“I know.”
Silence cracks between us.
“You’ve been out, finding shit.In the cemetery.”
