Return to the King

Chapter 21

Amelia's POV

I stood there, waiting. Foot tapping, arms crossed over my chest, an angered look on my face. I knew he and his minions were coming down from what happened earlier. I was ready. I couldn't wait for him to come back and see what type of tough guy he really was, because nothing would scare me. Not even death knocking on my door right now. I don't know how long I was waiting for it, but my foot started to hurt at some point.

I told Secret to head upstairs just in case if he were to come to her before or even after he dealt with me. She said he wouldn't come, but I didn't need her to see what was going to happen between him and me. The door to the cell opened, and the maids came in bringing a meal. It was covered but I could have cared less. He came in behind them, and they placed the tray of food on the table and left. Left the cover on it and left as if WWIII were about to happen.

He stood there and, shockingly, there were no minions with him. Probably on the other side of the door, because I highly doubt he would go anywhere without his minions. I didn't say anything. I was still mad about what happened between him and Secret. I don't care if she is a secret or not. She is still his child by DNA, and she should be treated better than that.

"No smart remark or anything?" He questioned with his hands behind his back.

"I don't need one. Your actions are said enough to describe what you are."

"You think you are proud of yourself for what you did back there. Things like that would have gotten you killed-"

"Then why am I still alive? You're so big and bad. Kill me then. Take my life. Nothing else you could do that would hurt me so... mister tough guy do something."

I stepped up to the bar and glared at him.

"I already have. You think you have power, and you think that stunt you did-"

"It wasn't a stunt. It was a stand. Why the hell are you talking to a little girl like that? Who is she for you to be-"

"That is none of your concern-"

"It's my concern if I am standing here, watching you be an asshole to a little girl for no f*****g reason because you wanted to be an asshole and a d**k-"

"Don't talk to me like that!" he said, making a motion towards me.

"Someone needs to!" I said, going to the bars and grabbing them. I stuck my head in between the space of the bars and glared at him.

"You are an asshole! You are a bigger d**k and I have seen d***s in my life! You are messing with a f*****g child because you can't take down someone who is practically your size. No, you got to pick on a f*****g child! You are a d**k! You are an asshole who thinks he has power, but guess f*****g what? You don't have anything! You don't have s**t! You are nothing! You are a no f*****g body who couldn't do anything to a f*****g fly if you wanted to!"

Immediately, you could see the veins in his forehead trying to pop out of his skull. His fists were boiled and he was seething. I mean his face was turning completely red. He came and opened the door with full force and charged at me as I moved from the bars. I held up my hands, and he grabbed them to throw me down. I swooped my leg behind his and made him lose his balance until he fell on his back. I went to grab something, but he got up and tried to punch me. I dodged right like Maurice taught me and threw up my hands ready to defend or throw a punch. He kept swinging, but I just kept dodging until I punched him right in the face. I was happy as hell as I got that hit, and he came to rush me and pushed me into the bars. My back was on fire and I hit the back of my head. He came to punch me, but I grabbed the fist and held it. He went to hit me with the other hand and I grabbed that one. It was a pushing situation. Who would rain victorious in the battle of strength? I pushed against him and he pushed against me. However, it was only a distraction when I felt his knee on the right side of my body. He kept kneeing me and I cried out in pain. I hunched over and kneed him in his balls. I knew that s**t had to hurt because he slowly started to sink and his grip on me started to loosen. I head budded him and the only thing that hurt was my damn head. I held my head and my side and went over to the tray of food.

He was not going to come in here and put hands on me without me putting some hands on him. I picked up that tray and went to whack him, but his minions grabbed my arm the minute I went to hit him. I looked up at him angrily and then over to the asshole. He got up and started to walk towards me and I knew I was going to regret this, but I held onto that tray, jumped up and kicked the asshole right in his chest. He flew and fell onto the ground and I landed on my ass. It hurt, but I wasn't going to show that side.

We both got up off the ground, beaten, but his ass took a beating kinda worse than me, but I was in some pain. I was huffing and puffing, and his minions grabbed me and restrained me.

"Now you got back up and gonna gang up on me and get some free hits in? Like I said... you are nothing. Just f*****g pathetic at this point."

He wobbled over to me and just walked past me. His minion carefully took me over to the bed and placed me on it. I winced in pain and continued to hold my side. I knew for a fact a bruise was going to come, and I was going to be in bed for the next couple of days, but it was worth it. He walked out of the cell along with his minions. None of them even bothered to close or lock the cell.

Suspicious, but that was the queue to get the hell up out of here.