My Queens,

You asked and now here I am to deliver but, I also have another surprise for you! You get Chaos's bonus scene but you also get chapter 1 of London has fallen.

Chaos

Terror.

No other word can describe how I am feeling at this moment as I watch Cass go through labor, her grip on my hand tightens as another contraction hits, and her back arches off the bed and not in the way it does when I’m fucking her. A gut wrenching scream tears out of her, I shoot a glare at each of the fucking nurses when a guy walks in.

“Who the fuck is he?” I snarl, and the guy ignores me completely as he gloves up and secures a mask around his face, the nurses look worried and they fucking should be because there is no way he is going anywhere near my fucking girl!

“He is the doctor.” The older woman at Cass’s side says like that explains every fucking thing. When I shoot her an icy look she drops her gaze and goes back to fussing over Cass as the other two nurses talk to the fucker in the corner. 

“Chaos, I can’t do this.” My girl cries, I peer down at her and guilt churns deep inside me at the pained look in her eyes. She is fucking exhausted, she’s been in labor for eighteen hours and refuses to have any pain relief out of fear of the drugs affecting the twins. I’m at my breaking point, I can’t do this, I need to fucking hurt someone or something to get out of my own head. The second the fucker takes a step toward Cass I lose it, I don’t realize what I’ve done until a voice I know too fucking well screams my name.

“Let him go, son!” I blink my eyes trying to focus but when I do I frown, my hand is wrapped around the bastard's throat and I have him pinned against the wall. Dad comes into view and pries my hand from the cunt’s throat. 

“If you can’t contain yourself I will have you removed—.” Before the dickhead can finish talking my mom is on my other side. 

“You try that and see what the fuck happens to your career.” The venom in her tone has the asshole standing straighter and pinching his lips. I can see he wants to say something but when Cass lets out another pain-filled scream he pushes past me, I try to reach for him but Dad pulls me back.

“You don’t let him do his job and your girl suffers, so do your twins, son.” I stare at my father waring within myself.

“I can’t stand to see her hurting, it’s driving me insane,” I admit to him as my mom brushes past us and goes to Cass’s side, I watch as mom grabs her hand and brushes the loose strands of hair from her forehead.

“Cassandra, you can do this,” Mom says softly, Cass shakes her head and whimpers.

“I can’t—.”

“You can!” Mom says sternly, cutting her off. “You fought for my son and forced him to live again, if you can do that, then you sure as hell can do this.” Pride swells inside me at Mom’s words. “You are going to be a Murdoch and we never back down from a challenge.” Her words stir something in not only Cass but in me as well. 

“Go to her son, don’t miss a second of this.” Nodding, I rush to Cass’s side and grab her other hand before placing a kiss on her forehead. 

“Chaos, I’m scared.” She grits out through clenched teeth as another wave of pain tears through her. 

“Don’t be, you and our babies will be fine,” I reassured her.

“How do you know?” 

“Because we have a dark angel watching over us and our kids, my brother would never allow any harm to come to our children or the woman I love.” Her eyes brim with fresh tears. 

“On the next contraction, Cassandra, I need you to push.” The fucker says, I bite my tongue to keep from snapping at him and reminding myself of what my dad said, he’s here to help Cass. Everything from that moment happens so quickly, one minute Cass is screaming in pain and pushing, I’m holding her hand and then suddenly I’m not. I’m standing behind the doctor as I watch my girl give birth to our baby, the moment she is out I’m told to cut the cord, I do it on autopilot. I repeat the same process when our next baby is born but I can’t take my eyes off my girls even as the nurses move to the side to clean them up and check them out, I watch them. 

I don’t realize I’m crying until they hand me both my girls swaddled in pink blankets and I see my tears dripping on their perfect tiny faces. They are the most beautiful girls I have ever seen in my life, my heart feels like it’s beating outside of my chest and I’m currently holding it in my arms. I never believed in love at first sight but now I fucking do, I am in love with these girls, my miracles. 

“Chaos, I want my babies.” I turn slowly to see Mom and Dad have helped prop Cass up on the bed, Dad holds Mom as she cries happily at the sight of her granddaughters. The moment I reach Cass’s side and hand her our girls she cries as she clutches them both on her chest. “Hi babies, I’m your mommy.” The sight of Cass holding these creatures that have stolen the organ right out of my chest that is supposed to keep me living does things to me. I never thought I could love Cass anymore than I already do but I was wrong, watching her bring the lives we created into this world and holding them so protectively has me realizing that I am fucked and these girls have me wrapped around their fingers without even trying. 

“Can I?” Mom asks, I can see Cass doesn’t want to give the girls up and I open my mouth to tell my mom that but as usual, this girl shocks me when she nods. Mom eagerly grabs one of the twins and dad darts forward to grab the other baby, seeing my parents hold my daughters is surreal and has me all up in my fucking feels, I’m such a fucking pussy!

Cass reaches for my hand and stares up at me with a strange look in her eyes. “Thank you.” She says softly as I recoil in surprise.

“What for?” I ask incredulously.

“For loving me and giving me the most beautiful gifts, they are perfect.” I hear the unconditional love in her tone.

“Thank you for giving them to me, I’ll love them with everything I have baby and I promise to always protect them.” The sight of more tears in her eyes has me fighting back a groan, I can’t keep up with all the tears I thought they would stop after she gave birth.

“Have you picked names yet?” We look to my mom, I haven’t given names much thought and I’m about to say that until Cass beats me to it. 

“Yes.”

“We have?” I ask, she smiles up at me and winks before turning back to my mom. 

“We are naming the girls, Halo Koby Murdoch.” My eyes widen and she gasps as she darts her gaze between us.

“Really?” The awe in my mom’s tone is clear and I’ll admit I have a fucking lump in my throat, I know Cass and my mom aren’t really close so this means a lot that she would want to name one of our daughters after her. 

“And the other?” Dad asks. Uncle Rook named his daughter Nytress after my dad so I know he won’t be upset if we don’t name one of the girls after him. Cass turns to me and smiles sadly as her grip tightens on my hand, I stare down at her a bit worried why she looks so unsure. 

“I want to name our other daughter, Storm Havoc Murdoch.” My brows jump to my hairline, both my parents are silent, I feel their eyes on me but I can’t formulate words. “I saw how you look at them, you saw the world in their eyes and I know your brother was your world so I think it only fitting we name one of our daughters after the man who made their daddy the center of his world.” I can’t get the words out so I just grip her face and kiss her trying to show her without words that I am fucking honored and humbled that she would honor my twin in this way. Breaking the kiss I rest my forehead against hers.

“Marry me and become my Mrs Murdoch.” 

Chapter One

London 

With great power comes great responsibility.

I snort to myself, that is the worst fucking statement I have ever heard come from my father’s mouth. He stole that line from a freaking Marvel movie thinking it made him sound wise! I don’t bother replying to his text as I walk through the halls of this prestigious school that is supposed to inspire us to want to learn everything we can to lead our families. They want us to broker peace among the top families and make sure no one can ever come between the seven families, Russian, Canadian, Irish, Greek, English. My Grandpa and Dad claim the other two seats at that table. Blackwood Academy is supposed to shape the minds of the young heirs from powerful families—I call bullsheeet! 

Don’t get me wrong I have always hated this fucking pathetic excuse for a school and managed to get numerous amounts of staff relieved of their positions. It’s not my fault they can’t take the fucking heat. My dad is at his wits end with me. I know I haven’t been an easy child to raise but what the hell did he expect? I never asked to be shipped off to some poor ass excuse of a prison, I mean school. My uncle Chaos only came up with this stupid idea to protect his twins, Storm and Halo. I will admit, I may have agreed to pull my head out of my ass for the time being until my dad can arrange a meeting with Costa–the leader of the Greek family. No one knows much about the Greeks, only that they run a whole ass secret society and never allow outsiders in. 

I walk lazily through the halls, letting these sorry excuses for heirs get their fill of me, they all know exactly who I am and I relish that. I’ve made sure to stamp my mark on this place and rule it with an iron fist. Many doubted me because my lack of a cock but I made up for it by rearranging their faces and showing them. I don’t need a dick or balls to be the top dog, this is a eat or be eaten world and I am no one’s fucking prey!

I hold my head high the whole way to my dorm room. Unlike most schools, our dorms are located in the four corners of this castle-like fucking palace, it’s a mix between a gothic church and a castle. We also don’t use keys, I stand in front of the retina scanner and wait for the green laser to scan my left eye. The door clicks open, and the moment I step inside and slam the fucking door I take my first full breath since stepping foot on the school grounds ten minutes ago. I pull my phone out and text my dad back. 

Me - In my room like a good girl. 

I wasn’t supposed to return back here for another week but Dad caught me trying to run to prevent a fucking war from breaking out and shipped my ass back early. The bastard! I was sandwiched between my Uncle Chaos and Uncle Kacey on the fucking plane, I wasn’t even allowed cutlery to eat my food because neither of them trusted me not to use it as a weapon against them. Apparently, my maiming and stabby behavior was cute as a kid but now that I’m older, Uncle Chaos thinks it’s lost its appeal and I should go to weekly therapy. My phone rings and I scowl at the screen, debating if I should ignore my father or not, but the looming threat over my head prompts me to accept the call. 

“Yes, Your Royal Highness?”

“Cut the fucking shit, London.” I smirk loving how I can ruffle his feathers after all these years. 

“Daddy, I would never cut any shit. I am a lady after all,” I say in the most nasally stuck-up voice I can. 

“Like fuck you are, you have the mouth of a sailor and the attitude of a feigning addict!” I splutter.

“The fuck? I’m so telling Grandpa you called me a crack whore.”

“I never fucking said that!” he shouts.

“Did too,” I bark back.

“Did not.” 

“Oh, I like this game! You did too.” 

He growls and I can’t contain my laughter, I love fucking with my dad, it’s one of my favorite hobbies. 

“I swear to Christ almighty, London, you need to pull your head out of your fucking ass and realize this isn’t a joke!” I tense at the reminder of the situation I am currently in. It was a fucking accident and now that one mistake is shaping up to be the worst fucking thing in my life. Before he can say more I switch the call to FaceTime and add Grandpa. My dad’s angry face fills the screen and I smile brightly making sure to look like an innocent angelic being. 

“Daddy!” I singsong and his eyes narrow.

“What the hell are you up to, you little shit?” Grandpa answers the call just as Dad calls me a little shit. The smile he was wearing vanishes as his eyes narrow and a cold look overtakes his face. 

“Watch the fucking way you speak to my granddaughter, you little prick!” Grandpa seethes. Bishop Murdoch may be the cold heartless Mafia Don of New York to everyone else but to me, he is just Grandpa. If there is anyone in this world I can rely on to have my back, it’s him. Over the years Dad and Grandpa have managed to form a mutual respect for the other and don’t fight as much, except for when I call and snitch on my dad for being a dick, then he gets a new asshole from Grandpa. 

Dad’s eyes widen a fraction before he glares at me and grinds his teeth. “You added him to the fucking call?” 

Smiling sweetly I nod as I say, “You hurt my feelings when you called me a crack whore.” Grandpa’s eyes darken as he scowls at my dad.

“I didn’t call you that!” Dad defends but it’s too late, Grandpa is pissed. 

“You need me to come out there and remind you what a real ass whooping is, boy?” Aside from Dad having pale blue eyes and Grandpa having brown, they are carbon copies of each other. Dad’s features darken.

“Bring it, old man, I’ll break your fucking hip.” Before this can go any further, I cut in and put an end to the bickering. 

“Grandpa, Dad wants to lock me up here at school while he tries to play hero and meet with Costa. I don’t want to be here.” I can hear the whine in my own voice and I can’t find it within myself to care. I hate this place, it’s so dull and boring. I have no fucking friends–not that I need them but still, having someone to talk to every once in a while would be nice. My whole life I have known that because of who my parents and grandparents are that others would try to use me to get closer to them. I chose to separate myself from everyone so no one could get close enough to hurt me. 

Grandpa sighs and runs a hand through his salt and pepper colored hair. “I know you don’t want to be there, Sweetheart.” Dad snorts and mutters about how he was never that nice or caring to him when he was younger but we ignore his moaning. “At this stage, until we can get a meeting set with Costa, Blackwood is the safest place for you.”

“I’m safer at home with Dad, Uncle Chaos and Aunty Nell.” An idea hits me just as Grandpa opens his mouth to reply so I cut in before he can. “I mean, if you think the Memento Mori isn’t equipped to keep me safe, I could always come stay with you and Grandma?” Dad’s brows leap to his hairline as he scowls at me. 

“Take that back now, you little demon! I have managed to keep your ungrateful ass alive and out of harm despite your best efforts to try and kill me over the years!” I roll my eyes at my father’s over dramatic spiel, he’s so sensitive in his old age.

“Shut up, Royal!” Grandpa scolds before turning his gaze back to me. “I would start a fucking war for you, my beautiful granddaughter, you know that. I would love nothing more than to have you here with me and your grandmother, but given the fact you took the life of the white rabbit, that is something we cannot run from. The Greeks may be lenient with a lot, but when it comes to how their society is run, they will never bend the rules. The rabbit you took out was meant for the triplets, Costa’s last hope of keeping the Argyros name alive and at the top.” 

Frowning down at my phone I ask. “But Dad said that his oldest son was the youngest to ever kill the white rabbit, wouldn’t he be the one taking the lead?” 

Dad answers me. “Artemis was supposed to succeed his father and take over, but for reasons unknown to us, Artemis refused the crown and so did Costa’s second born son so the mantle fell to the triplets. Thanks to your reckless driving, the triplets may now have to wait another five years before they have a shot at taking over.”

“Why five years?” I ask. 

“Because the Greeks believe that only the strongest can rule so every five years they set the heirs out to hunt the white rabbit. If they do not succeed, then their fathers are forced out of the family and shunned,” Grandpa says. 

I blow out a breath and shake my head. “Well, that sucks to be them.” 

“Costa Argyros, is the longest to ever head the Greeks, most only lasting roughly five years.” I gape at my father. 

“Seriously? How long has he been leading them?”

“Forty years,” Grandpa answers solemnly. There is a glint in Grandpa’s eyes that has a cold shiver of dread working its way down my spine. 

“Dad, don’t,” my father warns but of course that only prompts me to drill my grandfather for more information.

“I need to know.” The slight hitch in my voice has my father’s features contorting, I know he wishes he could be here with me but what I don’t understand is why? My dad isn’t afraid of anything yet he sent me back here to hide. 

“We believe he has led this long because he takes out his opposition by any means necessary and we believe he uses his sons to do it. Artemis was supposed to take the throne five years ago but he still hasn’t. There are the other four–.”

“Four?” I question my grandfather.

“Yea, Costa has five sons, Artemis, Apollo, Ares, Adonis and Cronos.” I balk at the phone screen.

“He seriously named all his sons after Greek Gods?” My dad laughs while my grandfather scowls at the screen.

“I mean, your grandfather and his brothers are named after chess pieces so…” I can’t help the laughter that bursts from me, Dad laughs with me while Grandpa just scowls at the screen and mutters about me being too much like my father. 

“You both done yet?” Grandpa snaps. Dad and I manage to get ourselves under control and I nod. “You need to steer clear of the Argyros siblings while you are at Blackwood, London.” My brows raise.

“They go here?”

Both of them frown at me. “You’ve never run into them at school?” Dad asks, I shake my head. 

“No.”

“Keep it that way,” Dad growls. 

I scoff. “Pretty hard to do since you told me that Artemis is going to be the new headmaster of my school!”

“If you didn’t run the last fucking one off then we wouldn’t have needed someone else to fill her shoes!” Dad shouts. 

I roll my eyes. “It was a joke,” I defend.

“You burnt Pussy Ass Mofo into the front lawn of the fucking school, London.” I flinch and shoot them a sheepish smile.

“I mean… Can you prove it was moi?” I ask sweetly. Grandpa laughs while dad glares at me, I know I need to get off this call before he bursts a blood vessel or something, so I mutter a quick goodbye and end the call, tossing my phone onto my bed as I drop face-first onto it and growl into my comforter. 

What the fuck am I supposed to do for a week?

As the thought crosses my mind, I hear the sound of someone outside my door. I push up and watch as a flyer is slipped beneath my door. I debate ignoring it but then it’s not like I have anything else to do. I trudge over to the door and collect it from the floor and quickly read over it.

Party, Party, Party!

Let’s get lit and tear the roof off this bitch, 

See you all at Shanks at 10pm, wear your best or wear nothing at all.

I screw my face up at the invitation to what is no doubt going to be an orgy of young teenage kids that are going to get wasted and fuck until they’re chaffing between their thighs. 

“Sounds like a good time,” I say aloud as I smile to myself and dash into my closet to find an outfit for the night. I’ve never attended a party before so this will be a first for me. I needed a distraction and I guess the devil himself delivered, because normally all these fools avoid me and make sure to never mention shit like this in front of me.

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Sam

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