Broken Prince: A Novel (The Royals Book 2) by Erin Watt Read Free Book Online

door is closed, including East’s. I wonder if he’s back from the party.
    As I approach my door, I hear noises. Low grunts, gasps.
    What the hell?
    Brooke better not be in there.
    I throw open the door and the first thing I see is my brother’s bare ass. He’s on my bed. So is Abby, who’s moaning softly as East pumps into her. Her hands clutch his shoulders, legs wrapped around his hips. Her hair is fanned out across my pillow.
    “Seriously?” I growl.
    Easton stops moving, but keeps one hand curled over my ex’s breast. He glances over his shoulder and offers a savage smile.
    “Oh, man, this is your room?” he says mockingly. “Must’ve gotten it mixed up with mine. Sorry, brother.”
    I slam the door and stumble back into the hall.

    * * *
    I sleep in Ella’s room. Or more accurately, I lie on Ella’s bed and brood all night. In the morning, I run into East in the kitchen.
    “Abby tasted good last night.” He smirks and takes a bite of an apple.
    Idly I wonder how he’d feel if I took that apple and shoved the whole thing down his throat. He’d probably laugh and say he wanted another one just to show me. Show me what, though? That he hates my guts?
    “Didn’t realize we were sharing like the twins.” I grab the pitcher of water with more force than I intend and the filtered water spills over my hand.
    East forces a laugh out. “Why not? Maybe if I was the one boning Ella, she wouldn’t have left.”
    Blood washes over my eyes. “You touch her and I’ll—”
    “She’s not even here for me to touch, you asshole.” He hurls the half-bitten apple and it explodes against the side of the cabinet just inches from my head. “I wish that was a fucking brick and it smashed your head in.”
    Yeah, we’re doing really well here in the Royal household.
    I avoid East for the rest of the day.

7
    A nother week passes . Ella’s still gone and my brothers still aren’t talking to me. Life sucks, and I have no idea how to make it better, so I stop trying. I just give in to the misery and shut out the world and spend every night wondering what Ella is doing. If she’s safe. If she misses me…but of course she doesn’t. If she missed me, she’d have come home already.
    On Monday, I get up and go to practice. It’s obvious to everyone that East and I are feuding. He stands on one end of the sidelines and I stand on the other. The distance between us is larger than a stadium. Hell, the entire Atlantic could probably be dumped in the chasm that’s growing between us.
    After practice, Val stops me in the hall. I check the urge to cup my balls.
    “Just tell me she’s okay,” she begs.
    “She’s fine.”
    “Is she mad at me? Did I do something?” Val’s voice cracks.
    Dammit. Can’t anyone keep their shit together? Irritation makes me snap, “What am I? Your couples’ therapist? I don’t know why she’s not calling you.”
    Val’s face crumples. “That’s a shitty thing to say, Reed. She’s my friend, too. You have no right to keep her from me.”
    “If Ella wanted to hear from you, she’d call.”
    That’s the worst thing I could say, but the words fall out anyway. Before I can take them back, Val runs off.
    If Ella didn’t hate me before, she will when she gets back and sees the mess I’ve made of everything.
    Pissed and frustrated, I turn and slam my foot into the locker. The metal door crumples under the impact and a corresponding jolt zips up my leg. It doesn’t feel good.
    Down the hall, I hear laughter. I turn to see Easton holding out his hand. Dominic Brunfeld slaps something into East’s palm. A few other guys from the team pull out bills and hand them over.
    “Never thought I’d see you torn up over a chick,” Dom says as he walks past me. “You’re letting us all down.”
    I flip him off and wait for East to reach me. “Want to explain what’s going on?”
    East fans his money in my face. “Easiest cash I’ve ever earned. You’re unhinged, bro. Everyone in school