Page 89 of Brutal Prince

Cattus was supposed to come over and stay, but she postponed our date for another night, unfortunately. I’m worried that I scared her off completely, made worse by my brother confronting her downstairs. He came up to my apartment shortly after he did that to inform me with a smirk on his face. It seemed that Cattus already knew who Ollie really was.

We could only guess that Mathias did some digging on my brother and discovered his little secret. That was why he was placed on the backburner of their stupid little covert operations involving me.

As I lie next to the elegant Victoria in the depth of the night, all I can think about Cattus. I picture her naked body spread out before me and want to stroke myself until I cum into my hand.

I’m not in love with the woman beside me and I’m certain she’s not in love with me. We’re merely a relationship of convenience and status, and I’m struggling to see why we should continue living this lie.

She sighed in her sleep. I used to love that sound because it’s the same sound she made when we fucked. I cringed and rolled over onto my side away from her.

If only Vic knew who she was really sleeping with.

Jonathon Wheeler: middle son of Michael Wheeler president of KVU, buddies with the mayor and senator and other friends in high places who gave backhands to have their pea-brain kids attend the prestigious college.

Jonathon Wheeler: ex-president of the Snake & Chalice up until he graduated last year.

Jonathon Wheeler: the brains behind the After Dark club. I wasn’t the one who started the movement, as it was an idea put into action by ex students twenty years ago. But I was the one to actively keep the club going and expanded on it when the reins were handed over to me.

Jonathon Wheeler AKA Dominus: who shattered the skull of a mistress with a wine bottle while fucking her up the ass. Then I called on my little brother to help me clean up the mess. For all his faults, he was perilously loyal.

I will miss him.

I got up early and made eggs for breakfast and coffee and then sat at the living room window watching the sun come up. On the right angle I could see KVU and remembered the fun I had studying there. Now, I’m in a boring as fuck 9 to 5 job with the intention of following in my father’s footsteps. That’s what he wanted for me and I had no problem with that.

The urge to kill again was crawling under my skin. I suspected the stress of the past few weeks was contributing to my desire for a release. Murder was a great adrenaline release, a surge followed by a fall. The fall I successfully remedied with alcohol and sex. However, the fall after my last ‘chosen one’ went deeper and darker than I had anticipated.

The need for the rush becoming more frequent, the victims closer together. One thing that can be sure is that Cattus would never fall into that category. She’s far too precious to me right now. Vic, on the other hand, I want nothing more than to slash her perfect skin and watch the blood flow. But she cannot be an option either.

Her quick footsteps patted across the floor and I felt her breath on the back on my head, kissing my hair. “Morning.”

“Good morning, hun,” I answered without taking my eyes off the view of the blazing sunset.

I hear the sound of the coffee being poured into a mug followed by a quick sip and then, “I’m just going to take a shower.”

“Okay.”

With her safely tucked away in the shower, I thought I might take the opportunity to gaze at my hair lock collection. I’d been feeling low and usually the hair of my victims cheered me up. The fact the urge is there to gaze upon them was a sign that it’s time to find my next ‘chosen one.’

Annalise Fontaine was an option that I had been considering for a while. I’d known her superficially for years since her father was in the same circle as mine. Not to mention that I fucked her a couple of years ago at a party, where I was claiming to be drunk. I wasn’t. I was as sober as the pope on Sunday. But I was in the process of claiming her; the strangling adder was only a few feet away in my car.

We got interrupted. Close. So damn close. She was lucky to get away with nothing but my cock up her pussy.

Pausing at the bathroom door, I pressed my ear against it to hear her sigh and moan as the warm water caressed her body. She’d be in there for a while, I knew that much.

Stepping inside my office, I froze when something seemed out of place in the closet. I had a stack of file boxes that contained my old assignments and workbooks from KVU. I rarely opened them, so I was surprised to find the lid on the top box skewed. I quickly put it down to my rush to get out when Ollie turned up in a huff.

Sliding the false wall across, I pricked my ear to make sure Vic was still contained in the bathroom. She was, so I continued to enter the code into the safe.

As soon as the door popped open, I gasped for air at the sight before me.

The entire safe was empty.

In a state of disbelief, I ran my hand over the surfaces searching for a trace of something. Anything.

The locks of hair in individual ring boxes. Gone.

My cell phone for After Dark business. Gone.

The USB stick containing a list of all of the After Dark clients names with their pseudonyms and the jobs they requested. Gone.

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