Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(60)

“You’re lucky that she needs me right now because if she didn’t then it would be you they were loading up in that ambulance and on the way to the hospital,” I spat, giving him one final death glare before walking away and heading over to the ambulance. I got in, my eyes taking in Noelle. She was strapped down to the gurney, her eyes were closed, and they had a needle in her arm along with what I assumed was an IV bag. There was a man working furiously on her, and I could hear some kind of machine going off around her. I sat there in shock as we rode to the hospital for what felt like forever, wondering how the hell we had gotten to this point.

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Heads were going to roll as soon as I got Noelle out of this f*cking hospital. Hearing her mother’s fake ass weepy voice in my ears for the last hour had me on the edge of insanity. I couldn’t stand the woman, and I was about to go off on her at any minute. I knew if this was going to work out that I needed to get away from her. Tearing her a new one wasn’t going to do Noelle or myself any good.

“This is your fault! I knew you would end up hurting my daughter.” She pointed her finger at me, accusations swimming in her hateful eyes. I wanted to laugh in her face. Apparently she was that f*cking stupid. All of this was on her. Not me. Noelle was trying to escape her mother and the expectations she had for Noelle.

“It’s no one’s fault, Viviana.” Mark tried to calm her down by hushing at her. Even I knew that wasn’t going to work. Did my father not know his wife at all?

“Actually it is her fault. Everything that has happened tonight is Viviana's fault, but don’t mind me while I let you convince her that she has done nothing wrong. Like she is this perfect mother who actually gives a shit about her kid.” I was on a roll and there was no stopping me now that I had started.

“It’s not like Noelle’s health is important or anything. It’s because of what you’ve said and done to Noelle; the expectations you require of her and the fact that you constantly belittle her and try and break her down that she needed to escape. She put herself in harm's way tonight just to prove that you didn’t control her. Just to be free of you even if it was only for a few hours.” I had so much hate for this woman, but I needed to focus on Noelle because otherwise I would take things too far.

“Royal,” Mark warned, shooting me a look that said I’d gone far enough and I needed to stop. I could go all day; didn’t he get that? Viviana’s rap sheet of bullshit was a mile long.

“No. She’s a bitch, and she’s making everyone’s life a living hell, especially her daughter’s. I know for a fact Noelle never would’ve went to that party if her bitch of a mother had just left her alone or shown her just an ounce of support for anything in her life.” I narrowed my eyes at Viviana, a growl ripping from my throat.

“I think you need a breather, Royal.” Mark stepped in front of me, stopping me from getting any closer to that bitch. I stopped but only because my chest clashed with my father’s.

“I need that stupid cunt out of my life and out of Noelle’s as well,” I gritted out, shooting daggers at her from over my father’s shoulder. She was mother of the f*cking year standing here playing the f*cking victim even with her own daughter in the hospital.

Noelle had the street drug Molly slipped into one of her many drinks at the party tonight. An allergic reaction occurred causing her body to shut down. The doctors told us shortly after we arrived that Noelle could have died from it, and still her mom was sitting here placing blame on anyone and everything when she should have been sitting in the room hugging her daughter. Being thankful that she was still alive and here with us.

“Cunt? Did your mom not teach you an ounce of respect you little delinquent?” Viviana spoke the words over Mark’s shoulder, her eyes clashing with mine. She was only saying it because she could hide behind my father and feel protected.

“Didn’t your mom teach you not to be a no good lying whore?” I slammed my shoulder into Mark’s trying to get to her. I just needed to get a little closer. Just one touch and I would bring her ass to the ground. I didn’t usually lay a hand on women, but then again I didn’t really see this bitch as a woman. She was scum. My mother deserved that retribution, and I would be the one to give it to her.

“Mark…your son is making a scene. Whatever is he talking about?” she said, scooting further and further away from me as if she knew the second I got my hands on her I would end her.

This bitch was rich thinking that I didn’t know what kind of person she was and the lies that she told to break of my family. She might’ve had my dad under her thumb and she might be able to break Noelle down, but there was no f*cking way that she could tell me what to do or try and demand my respect. To me she was nothing but a disgrace to the world, a pitiful f*cking excuse of a human, and one of the biggest mistakes my father’s ever made.

“No worries, Daddy dearest, I’ll show myself out. I wouldn’t want to make a bigger scene than I already am,” I mocked, shoving away from Mark while giving Viviana a shrill look. The bitch could rot in f*cking hell for all I cared.

I scampered from the waiting room they had placed us in, and headed in the direction where they were holding Noelle. I wanted to scream in anger and frustration as I saw her lying there on the cot-like bed, IV’s hooked up to her body. She looked so small and fragile lying there in the bed, completely out of it.