10 - Alexander.

As we round the corner into the main corridor, I almost slam straight into Finn Murphy, one of the assholes who thinks he’s tough.

He’s flanked by his two Irish friends, as they seem to stick together, Sean Kelly and Rowan O’Sullivan. “Look who it is, lads,” he says, smirking.

I cross my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes. “What the fuck do you want, Finn?”

He tilts his head. “Still so cocky about your position here, aren’t you Alexander?” He chuckles. “King of The Syndicate Academy, but for how long?”

I clench my fists by my side, smirking. “Say that again, and I’ll make sure you have no fucking teeth left.”

Nik chuckles and I notice Rizzo is tense, ready for a fight. “Yeah, that suits the Irish, though, doesn’t it? A load of fucking travelers with no teeth.”

Finn bares his teeth and growls at Nik. “Keep your mouth shut, Krushev, or I’ll staple it shut.”

“All talk, no bite,” he replies, cracking his knuckles.

It’s true. Finn Murphy may want the crown, but he’s too much of a coward