Good, at least one is safe.
“You’re a brainless, discriminatory asshole, Robins, nothing more, nothing less. I don’t need a shadow to deal with you,” Amelia spits at him, strained and red-faced because Damien is making her wobble with his weight.
Oh fuck, is she crazy?
Anger explodes inside me as I leap up the stairs just in time to see Robins shove Damien. He wobbles and falls, knocking Amelia off balance.
“Lia!” Lizzy shouts from above and tries to break free, but Ced holds her firmly.
Damien can’t catch himself and tries to hold on by grabbing Amelia, pulling her down with him.
My heart jolts painfully, and I watch frozen as they both crash hard on the steps.
Fuck.
Goldilocks.
Fear is a vile feeling, but it floods through me fast, and then I snap. I take two quick steps, launch myself at Robins, grab the bastard, and strike him.
Amelia groans in pain, and I see her face twisted in agony as she turns onto her back. It stings badly, and raw hatred makes me see red. My vision narrows to a minimum, and I grit my teeth.
I’m going to kill him. Just kill him.
“I warned you, asshole,” I growl, and my fist crashes into his face again. Over and over, I pummel Robins, wanting to hurt him. Wanting to destroy him.
He touched her again. Beat up Damien. Mocked him.
A whimper catches my attention, and I instantly release the bastard, turn around, and crouch beside Amelia and Damien on the ground.
My best friend groans and rolls onto his side, looking at me with his one unswollen eye.
“I didn’t want this. I didn’t want this,” he keeps repeating, and I give him a quick pat on the shoulder because his desperation twists my stomach.
“The ambulance is on its way. Lizzy and I will ride with Damien. You take care of…” Cedric, who appeared next to my sister, can’t finish because Amelia painfully pushes herself up.
“Lia, are you okay? Should we…” Lizzy rushes to her, but she waves her off.
“No. I’m… I’m fine. I don’t need help.” She squints as a flash blinds her, and I spin around only to see the mocking grin on Albert Richardson’s face.
Fuck, how I despise that guy.
My entire body tightens and my jaw clenches. This asshole stokes the barely cooled anger inside me, filling me with nothing but disgust and hatred as I stare at his ugly face.
“If even one picture or report appears anywhere, I’ll hunt you down and wipe you off the face of the earth, Richardson. And it will be my pleasure.” Without thinking, I jump down the stairs, snatch the camera out of his hand, and smash it on the ground.
“There will be consequences for that, Harlington,” he hisses in my face, but I see the flicker in his eyes. He’s nearly shitting himself.
“Yes. For you. This is private property and belongs to… oh, let me think… me! So, fuck off and forget tonight ever happened,” I issue the threat quietly, then shove him with contempt. He stumbles back and lands on his ass. The crowd bursts into laughter, but the gleam of hatred in his eyes tells me I’ve just made myself a new enemy. I don’t care.
Dangerously calm, I turn to the crowd and glare at each one of them.
“The same goes for you. One photo, one video anywhere online, and I’ll find you. I’ll expose every one of your dirty little secrets and make sure you lose your fancy, lazy lives. Got it?”
I know these spoiled brats and how they tick. Their status means everything, and they don’t want to lose it. None of them.
I’m the heir to this country’s throne, and they better not forget that.
“Can you please just try for one day to keep your ass out of the press? Just one?” Eric asks dryly, stepping up beside me from nowhere and looking at me, frustrated.
