Page 77 of Brutal Prince

“Huh,” he grunted in disbelief.

“Sorry you missed out on Cattus,” I lied, “however; you walking in would destroy our little secret wouldn’t it. I mean, she still has no idea you and I are brothers.”

“It will only be a matter of time. She definitely doesn’t remember me when we were kids.”

“And Mathias?”

“What about her?”

“Does she know?”

“If she does, she hasn’t said it to my face.”

“It wasn’t supposed to go this way,” I said downheartedly. “You weren’t supposed to have feelings for her. Your job was to be the spy and report back to me. You failed.”

“Remind me what your role is then?”

I shot him a smirk to deliberately rile him up. “To fuck her until she can’t walk for two days.”

His entire body clenched in suppressed rage. He was precariously close to unleashing his fists all over my face, but he retained himself, surprisingly, choosing to tuck his hands into his sweatpants. “She wasn’t here long.”

“You know why that is and it’s got nothing to do with me or you.”

“I met her couple of times, you know.”

“Who?”

“Gretta’s mom. She likes me a lot.”

I shrugged my shoulders to show my indifference. I couldn’t care less about Cattus’ mother.

“You didn’t hurt her did you?” he asked like an overly protective boyfriend, which is what he’d become.

“No. I pleasured her.”

His glare held pain and turned away so I couldn’t see it. Too late.

“I saw her first,” I said softly. “I had her first.”

“There are a hundred others,” he reminded me.

“Not like her.”

“You said yourself that she’s nothing special.”

“I lied. She’s special to me.”

“You speak words without meanings.”

“Poetic.”

He took one more glance at the closed closet door, before leaving. I waited until the front door slammed, before walking out and placing the chain on the door.

“Now, where was I?” I mumbled, fetching the USB stick up my sleeve and slotting it into my laptop. “Benson so needs to get laid.”

After my brother interrupted my flow, I’d forgotten what the pseudonyms Vanderbilt gave me were. I rang him on the secret cell and he answered within seconds. “Give me those names again. And by the way, I’m buying you high class hooker for your birthday.”

THIRTY SIX

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