Page 252 of Vexatious Queen

MARCH 14 – SATURDAY 8:20 PM

Nash

Knock Knock.

I held still, listening like an animal stalking prey. The door flung open, and Sabastian stood there, glaring at me with Ivy in the background.

“What the hell do you want?”

“I’m here because we were finally finding some common ground, and I don’t like how shit popped off today,” I said, giving a little shrug, selling the story as best I could.

“It was kind of a shock to see the woman who murdered my mother standing in the middle of the school.”

He crossed his arms as he glared at me. Ivy was inching closer, probably afraid we were going to get into it this time.

“Yeah, that would fuck with anyone,” I said, agreeing with him. “Look, the way I see it, there is enough bad blood between all of our parents for ten lifetimes. If this cycle of anger is going to end, we need to be the ones to do it.”

Sabastian looked skeptical, but he uncrossed his arms.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Come to Volatile Saturday night. Both of you. We will hash shit out and find a way to co-exist, because neither of us is going anywhere. Ren and Ivy are best friends,” I said, waving at her. “The anger and animosity will only ruin friendships. Ren says she sees you like a brother, whether you’re related or not, and she is torn up.”

Ivy touched his arm.

“We were just saying that we needed to figure something out. Why don’t we at least try? I can’t see myself not hanging out with Ren. She’s my best friend.”

Thank you, Ivy, my unsuspecting helper.

“We’ll go, but Yuliana better not be there, I don’t want to speak to her.”

I held up my hand like I was swearing on the bible.

“Fine by me. Like I said, this is about us stopping the cycle of bullshit. Doesn’t mean we have to agree or see eye-to-eye about what our parents have done,” I said, deserving an Oscar for my performance. “Come for say 8:30, we have training on Sunday, and I don’t want to be out too late.”

Checking my watch, I smirked. I nodded to the boys, then got up and kissed Princess.

“I need to talk to Nora. I’ll be back.”

“Anything wrong?”

I shook my head. “Just club stuff, nothing to worry about.”

“Okay.”

Ren turned back to Chantry, while her new guard, Mo, stood off to the side keeping watch. I liked him. He was keen, intelligent, willing to die for her, and didn’t look at my wife like she was a hot piece of ass.

I signalled Liam, and he walked over to the big bay window to keep watch. As I headed to the bar, I pulled up my text messages and called Nora over, so Ren would see the two of us chatting.

“Can you hand me the tablet?”

“Sure,” Nora said. “But don’t you have one in the VIP area?”

“I do. I mean the one for inventory,” I said.

“There’s no need, I took care of it earlier,” Nora said with a smile.

Of course, she would be beyond efficient today.