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“Now that everything is said and done,thisis the only mercy I afford you.” I grabbed the arms of her chair and lowered myself until we were at eye level. “Once we walk out of here, three guards will come to retrieve you. They’ll take you home so you can pack any necessary belongings. Then they’re going to drive you to the next city. After that, you’re on your own, but you will never, ever set foot in Montardor again. Do you understand me?”

“You can’t do that! This is my home!” she growled. “You have no right, Ella!”

“I’ve got the strongest man in South Side backing me up, and let me tell you…Daddy Remington was furious to hear that you and Gavino tried to hurt his son.” I tutted and she trembled. “Should you even try to contact the authorities, your family, or whatever friends you have left for help, there are people with strict orders to put a bullet through your head.”

Callie started to cry, blue-stained tears cascading down her white cheeks.

Now she understood.

She fucked with us so we fucked with her career, reputation, and happiness.

It was all up in flames.

“You’re done, Callie.” I retrieved her cell phone from the front pocket of her jeans. “Have a nice life, bestie.”

We bid her our farewells and spun around, walking out of the dressing room the same way we came in. Meaning business and total destruction.

Justice in Cade’s court was poetic.

In mine? It was driven by pure fury.

Now that my scale was balanced, the Nemesis in me quieted down, satisfied with the end result of this carnage.

Once we reached the parking lot, we said our goodbyes, promising to see each other soon. For the first time in months, I felt relaxed, the burden on my shoulders lifting now that I had my girls back in my life.

They piled up in Darla’s car while I straddled my Ducati and texted Cade.

It’s done, querido. —Princess

Good girl. —Princepin

Now come meet me. —Princepin

Slipping my helmet on, I gunned it to our next destination.

C H A P T E R3 5

Bloodthirsty Princepin

Ella

The Present

Late at night, I was riding down the road when I heard the rev of another motorcycle. I didn’t have to look back to know it was my boyfriend.

Cade’s matching black Ducati slowed once it reached mine. We shared a quick glance and fist bumped, our grins hidden under our helmets. Riding alongside each other, we finally pulled up to the private property owned by the Remingtons, parking our motorcycles strategically behind a heap of trees.

Located between South Side and East Side, this old property once served as an amusement park in the early 2000s. Now it was abandoned and resembled a ghost town with most of the rides defunct, except for the carousel. Cade mentioned that Vance had plans of gutting it soon and rebuilding something new in its place.

Which meant it was the perfect place for our escapade.

As soon as I kicked down my bike stand and removed my helmet, I jumped Cade’s muscular frame, climbing him like a tree. His deep laugh rang in the night like a symphony, muffled when I stamped my mouth to his in a lip-lock.

“Hi, baby,” he murmured when we pulled away.

“Hi.” I pressed tiny pecks all over his face. “I missed you.”

His hands tightened on my waist as he lowered me to my feet, leaning into every little kiss. “I missed you too, Ella.”