CHAPTER 110
**ZION**
"He's out of his damn mind...Ro—"
"You begged for a fight, Carl!" Ronald roars, cutting him off as he storms closer, his face inches from Carl's. His voice vibrates with barely restrained fury, echoing through the tension-thick air.
"Winter was never supposed to be part of this! Sisters are off-limits!"
For fuck’s sake, she's *not* my sister, I scream silently, my frustration bubbling to the surface.
The veins in his neck strain as he shoves Carl back a step, the heat radiating from him palpable. "You crossed a line—twice now! What the hell were you thinking? Or do you ever think at all?"
Carl scowls, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he straightens up, clearly trying to save face.
"Relax, Ro," he mutters, his tone laced with bitterness. "It's not like I broke some sacred law or whatever. She's not really his sister, is she?" He shrugs, his gaze darting away like a petulant child caught red-handed.
If Zion's got a problem, maybe he should take it up with himself instead of losing his damn mind over me."
He glances back at Ronald, his smirk slowly returning, though it lacks its usual confidence.
"You’re all acting like I burned the whole kingdom down or something."
Meanwhile, Cindy is all over me, practically draped across my lap like she’s just won the lottery. She peppers sloppy kisses along my jaw and neck, her sticky lip gloss smearing against my skin, making my stomach churn with irritation. Her giggles are loud, exaggerated, and every brush of her lips feels more like an annoying buzz than anything remotely pleasurable. She clings tighter, nails digging into my shoulder as if staking her claim.
I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to shove her off.
She's practically glowing with triumph, probably thinking she’s scored some twisted victory. I don’t even know why I kissed her. Maybe it was instinct, maybe just a desperate attempt to calm the storm inside me—and she just happened to be there, right in front of me.
“Well, her name was pulled,” Carl drawls, tossing a careless shrug as if none of this chaos matters. His smirk widens, eyes glinting with mock innocence.
"And Z's clearly preoccupied with Cindy, so... what’s the plan, huh? Rules are rules, right?" His voice is laced with smug defiance, completely unfazed by Ronald's fury.
But Winter's name should never have been in that jar. It was a mistake—one that never should’ve happened. Yet here we are. Her name was drawn... for me.
And now? I have no idea how to handle it.
At first, I was furious. But now, as I let it sink in, I realize something: this might be perfect. I couldn’t have planned it better myself, honestly. Having her under my control, even just for one night, feels like an opportunity—a chance to settle things, to have that little *chat*.
Cindy’s hands are all over me, clinging like a damn leech, but I’ve had enough. I shove her off with one hard push.
"Go grab me a drink from the bar," I snap, not even bothering to look at her as she stumbles back in surprise. She stares for a second, probably thinking about how to spin this, but I don't have time for her games. She scurries off without a word.
“The game’s on,” I say coldly, my voice slicing through the tension thick enough to choke on. “I’m taking Winter’s name. End of discussion.”
Carl stammers, his cocky facade cracking. “B-but... she’s your sister... You said—”
“I know exactly what I said,” I cut him off, my glare pinning him in place. “Sister or not, rules are rules... right, Carl?”
A ripple of shock moves through the room. The Royals, the football team—everyone stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Hell, maybe I have. But I don’t care.
"What the fuck Z? You just decked me for adding her name, and now you're claiming her?" Carl grumbles, sounding like a scratched record. His whining is starting to grate on my nerves.
I give him a cold look. "Yeah, and?"
Before Carl can respond, Clark jumps in, slurring slightly from the row of shots he and Smith downed earlier.
“Don’t worry, Carl; Z is gonna take real good care of her tonight. Right, Royal?" He chuckles, leaning on the table, his eyes glassy with booze.
I ignore Clark's drunken taunts. The night’s been long and draining, and all I want is to get away from this crowd, catch a solid buzz, and then find some quiet spot with Winter for the night.
She might not know it yet, but the game’s on, and I’m not backing down.
“Unfuckingbelievable!” Carl mutters under his breath.
I shoot him a steely look. “Believe it."
Tonight, I’m going to make sure she gets exactly what she deserves.
I glance over at Carl, still sulking like I just stole his favorite toy, arms crossed, jaw tight, brooding hard. My gaze flickers to Winter, but the room tilts as the alcohol hits me full force, making my head spin and my vision blur.
"Woohoo!" Clark slurs, staggering a bit as he throws his arms out wide, voice loud enough to turn heads.
"Guess what, everyone? I just got laid! The girl picked from the bowl—yeah, her! And she was so hot... Oh, and get this—she was a virgin. I’m just that good."
Clark, clearly way past his limit, sways on his feet before lurching forward, face pale as he doubles over, gagging and mumbling nonsense between fits of retching.
“I told you she’d be easy,” he slurs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “First to get bragging rights tonight, and look at me now—I’m the fucking man!” He’s puffed up with pride despite looking like he’s about to collapse any second.
The rest of the guys are still sitting around, nursing their drinks and not making any move toward their targets from the bowl. They’re too far gone to act, while Clark basks in his drunken glory, believing he's the first to win the night.
“You’re all just lightweight idiots,” I mutter, pushing myself up from the chair. My legs feel wobbly, and I stumble a bit, my head spinning as I struggle to regain my balance. The world feels off-kilter, but I force my posture straight, my chest puffing out like I’m still in control.
Ronald, lounging lazily with that smug smirk plastered on his face, watches me with bleary eyes. His gaze flickers with amusement, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he’s waiting for me to trip over my own feet.
“What were you saying?” he drawls, his voice thick with mock curiosity, clearly entertained by my drunken attempt at composure.
My eyes lock onto Winter as she moves toward the edge of the gathering, heading toward the woods. My heart skips a beat, the thought of her slipping away alone sending a thrill through me. She’s heading into the shadows, and I can’t let her go without making my move.
“I need to piss,” I announce, my voice thick with purpose, stumbling in the direction she went. A wicked grin pulls at my lips as the plan takes shape in my mind. Watch out, Snowflake. The big bad wolf is coming for you.
She thinks she’s escaping the chaos, but what she doesn’t realize is she’s just walked right into my territory.
Alone.
Vulnerable.
Perfect.
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