Page 62 of Brutal Prince

A slimy smile stretched across his face as his ruddy complexion began to pale. “You taught me well,” he whispered, his lips curling upwards showing no fear.

“Stick to the fucking script,” I hissed at him, just as Vic came trotting out in her heels to see what was keeping us.

I released my grasp on Art and wrapped my arm around Vic’s waist to lure her back to the dining room. She glanced curiously past my shoulder to my little brother and I hoped like hell she didn’t see anything.

THIRTY

Ollie

“You need help with your assignment?”

His voice startled me. I’d been avoiding Darryn since Mathias accused him of shooting her. And then when I noticed him staring at me from the other side of University Square. Even now as he leaned against my doorframe trying to act casual, I detected a hint of malice in his expression. I wanted to talk to him about it. I wanted to ask him if Vanderbilt gave him a job. And was that job to kill Mathias? Good thing he’s a bad shot.

He was my best bud, yet he seemed so damn far away.

“Nah, I’m okay,” I answered. As he stepped away, I called after him, “Do you regret it?”

“Huh?”

“Do you regret signing up for this fucking undercover job with Mathias?”

A breathy chuckle came out of him. “Yep. You’re in it deeper than I am.”

“Am I?”

“Well, you’re recruited to…perform and share, whereas I won’t sign up for jobs.”

Liar.

“You know who the ringleader is yet?” he asked curiously.

“I’m leaning towards Thomas Buchanan.”

“Seems obvious since he’s the president of the S and C.”

“He denies it.”

“Of course he would.” He swung his auburn head behind him when he heard someone walking slowly along the wooden floor. “Hey,” I heard him say and a female voice answered back.

“Gretta?”

She appeared at my door like breath of fresh air. That cherry red hair cut in a pixie style was a massive turn on along with her taut body. My cock lurched against my boxers. Good thing I put my firmer fitting ones on today.

As soon as she crossed the threshold I had her in my lap, possessing her mouth. She pulled away and giggled, dropping her eyes down shyly.

“So, what do I owe this honor?”

“Um, it’s my day off and it’s nice out,” glancing towards my window. The vista was nothing but blue sky. “I hadn’t heard from you for a while.” She stroked my hair and kissed my forehead as I buried my face in the curve of her neck breathing in that scent. “What do you say to a picnic in the gardens?”

“Sounds like a plan. Or maybe further afield like the lake,” I suggested.

Her body stiffened against my thighs. “No to the lake?”reading her thoughts.

“I’m afraid Lake Superior has lost its appeal since Adam Sweeny’s remains were found.”

How could I forget? “Okay, the gardens are it.”

“Wait,” she paused, cocking her head a little while examining my face with her bright blue eyes. “What happened to your face?”

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