The Rejected True Heiress
“This is how it’s gonna be—you’re gonna back the fuck off, now, or you’ll all regret it.”
The rogue chuckled. “Kid sure is feisty.” He reached up, tracing his finger along the scar on his cheek. “Maybe you need a matching one of these to put you in your place. Harden you a little.”
“Fuck off,” Zane said. The rogue snapped his eyes toward him.
“Ah. Another young male hungry for glory?” He grinned, clapping his hands together. The other rogues crouched, preparing to pounce. “Let’s teach these younglings a lesson, boys.”