Chapter 150
"What a pleasant surprise, we didn't expect to find you here... Blakey." I snort and he growls. I throw my lollipop into the flowers right next to the porch.
"Leave right now or I'll call the police," he barks.
Vic lets out a very loud laugh and pats Blake on the shoulder. He then takes out his pocket knife and lifts Blake's chin with it.
"You think that's what's going to scare us? You're wrong. What you did to Kyrah wasn't cool, buddy. So we're here to let you know that if you dare set foot next to her house or try to find her... we'll finish what Scott started, and clearly, we're very, very serious about it. We won't even hesitate to slit your throat," Vic says through gritted teeth as he places the tip of the knife on to Blake's Adam's apple.
"I'll give you whatever you want... Money? My cars?... Just leave, my parents–"
I laugh and hold on to my now hard stomach. Vic lowers his knife.
"Oh, Blakey is scared of mommy and daddy finding out what he did. Poor boy." I spit on the expensive marble floor. "Listen here you Casanova!" my hand grabs his jaw, lightly. "I am not going to hurt you unless you provoke me. We don't want your filthy money and shit. We're doing this for one of our own. Relax and watch, grab some popcorn if you wish." I smirk at him and pat his purple cheek. He winces.
He tries to follow me down the few stairs but Vic places his knife on to his stomach and he stops.
Meanwhile, I walk to one of the largest windows I can spot and swing Jules like a very experienced batter.
"Hey batter, swing!" Vic shouts and I smash the window with all my might and shards of it scatter all over the place. That actually felt good, so I continue smashing the hell out of the window with Jules, my precious destroyer.
"I'm calling Kyrah right now, you are fucking unbelievable, Roxy! Both of you," he says and I pause and turn to him, he takes out his phone. I don't think I've ever heard him say my name, like, at all. Vic is chuckling, so I walk back to where they are and wait for him to dial Kyrah's number. He places the damn phone on his ear and waits.
Kyrah's phone rings in my pocket and I fish it out and show it to him.
"You're so dumb," Vic says and Blake's jaw drops. "It's clear now that she doesn't want to talk to an asshole like you."
"Why do you have her phone?" he scowls, "What did you do to her?" he stomps towards me but Vic pushes him and he almost falls.
"Really? You think I... I mean, we," I gesture between Vic and I, "Would do anything to harm Kyrah?" I snort "We're best friends, whatever is mine is hers and vice versa, son of a bitch!" I walk back to another window as Vic pins him against the wall for him not to move.
Smash! Smash! Smash! Is all that can be heard when suddenly the door opens again and Mrs Dawson walks out, her husband behind her.
"What is the meaning of this? Who are these delinquents ruining my house?" she yells and Blake goes quiet.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Reyna Dawson, the witch herself. We know what you did to Kyrah and don't think we'll just let that slide. Karma is a bitch, you know and she'll come knocking on your door soon enough, you filthy whore!" I grit my teeth and when she begins walking towards me, Vic shows her the knife and she steps back.
"Let my son go!" Mr Dawson orders and Vic obeys, with a smirk on his face and he walks to where I am.
"Remember what we told you, dickhead," Vic says just as I finish admiring the damage I have made. "Oh, one more thing..." Vic grabs Jules and heads over to a red Porsche Carrera that's parked close to the house and smashes the driver's window, and continues to smash the rest of the windows as the Dawson's watch in utter shock.
"What kind of insanity has gotten into you?" Reyna asks.
Blake's fury is boiling right now and he tries to get to Vic but I stand in front of the fucker.
"Ah-Ah-Ah! Where do you think you're going?" I ask him and he raises a fist as if to punch me. "Do it! I'm not scared of you... Punch me you coward!" I yell at him but he lowers his fist and grits his teeth. "Can't even punch me, huh? Such a sissy!"
"I'm calling the police!" Mr. Dawson says.
In the background, Vic has started my car's engine and I know it's time to go.
"Please do. Tell them Roxy and Vic Trent said hi," I joke and point at Blake with my bat. "See you around sissy." I walk back to my car and enter. Blake starts running after us and Vic steps on the gas and we leave him behind panting like a dog. On our way, Vic and I are laughing.
"Oh my God! The look on Blake's face was priceless! He looked like he was gonna shit on himself," I laugh as I smack my thigh.
"And his mom too!" Vic laughs and begins imitating Reyna Dawson's accent. "She was like 'what is the meaning of this?' I almost laughed but I held it in. Almost asked her if she wanted a cup of tea."
I laugh.
"That, was awesome," I say as Vic drives on. Five minutes later, from up ahead, we spot a car with red and blue lights on top of it and in front of it are two officers.
How fast did they get here?
Vic stops the car and he says, "Oh boy."
"Step out of the vehicle with your hands up!" a male voice orders.
"Here we go again," I say as the officers approach us.
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