Page 10 of Dark Prince

Once I’m back at my door, I pull the key from my neck and unlock the door. She’ll probably sleep for the next several hours and I really should sleep too. However, Cordelia could wake up and slit my throat, while the thought makes my dick harden, it’s not something I can afford to happen while I’m asleep. I slip the blue folder into my nightstand, kick out of my shoes and strip down to my boxers. Carefully, I climb into the bed next to her, the soft material of the blanket and sheets comforting me immediately.

Reaching over to my nightstand I flick the light off and grab one of my earbuds, and turn some music on.I Miss You by blink-182starts to play out loud instead of in my headphones. I turn to see if it’s going to wake my sleeping beauty, but she doesn’t move. Fuck it. I put the earbud back and let the music play, getting comfortable Cordelia rolls into me, wrapping her arm and leg around me.

Awe, my little deer wants to cuddle. I pull her against me, inhaling the scent of the strawberry shampoo we keep stocked at the warehouse and smile. Tucking her under my arm, a yawn stretches across my face. Since she’s now laying half on me, I’ll be able to feel when she stirs and wakes up. After all, I’ve spent five years locked up, I’m not a deep sleeper, and the slightest sound or movements snap me awake.

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WHEN I WAKE UP, I’Msurprised to see Cordelia still sleeping away on my chest. Craning my neck, I look at the screen on my phone seeing that I slept, completely undisturbed for five hours. Which hasn’t happened in years.

If I move, will I wake her up?

I test it, trying to slide off the bed, only it’s not very manly as I slide like a child trying to get away from their parents until I’m ass on the floor with my arm still on the bed, under her head. That did not work.

I rest my chin on the mattress and stare at her, the dark unruly hair covering half of her face and the downturned lips completely relaxed.

Now that I’ve brought her to the house, she’s going to have to be tested. Otherwise, she gets a bullet between the eyes. My parents have one rule, no one in the house that hasn’t been tested.

Even Kenan’s rotating door of women have to be tested. However, each person is tested differently, depending on their abilities. Kenan’s girls, they’re simply tested based on loyalty.

No one except my parents and the one being tested knows the test exactly. The children, even though we’re all grown adults, aren’t allowed to be a part of the tests, because we could change the outcome.

My parents require a family dinner first, so they can get to know the one who needs to be tested. After dinner, my parents spend the night deciding what the test will be. Then the next morning, boom. The person is tested.

Even as children, we were tested. I was thirteen when I had mine, I had an interest in games, so I became the best person to create tortuous games for the family as we torture whomever we need to. After I was sent to prison, I would get phone calls and visits from everyone to get ideas for the games. The funny thing is, it’s not always for someone who we need information from. Kind of like I did with Cordelia. Sometimes, it’s just for fun.

She moves her head and mumbles, stretching her body out, and then lets out a sigh. “Good morning.” I state, hoping it doesn’t scare her.

It does. She jumps up to her feet on the bed with the pillow for a weapon. “Ow.” She groans, falling to her knees.

“Sore today?” I ask, pushing up off the floor.

“I hate you.” She says, falling all the way back over to her side on the bed and tucks her pillow back under her head.

“That’s okay, little deer.” I grab a pair of sweats from the back of the chair next to my bed and step into them, watching her curl back up on the bed under the blankets. “The door is locked and you can’t unlock it. I’m going to brush my teeth. Do you need anything?”

“To go home.” She states.

“That won’t be happening anytime soon.”

“Why is that exactly?”

“Tell me what you did with the bodies after you killed them?”

“Killed who?” She asks, sitting up.

“Oh, I didn’t realize we were lying today. Okay.” I nod.

“Why can’t I go home? You can’t just kidnap people. I have people who will notice I’m gone.”

I’m not going to answer her if she wants to play that game. I’m really good at games, and I don’t like losing. She’ll give in long before I do. I turn and head into the bathroom, leaving the door open so I can keep an eye on her while I brush my teeth.

She pops off the bed and follows me into the bathroom. “I have to pee.” She says, cocking her head to the side.

I have a toothbrush in my mouth, so I sidestep and point to the toilet.

“You’re going to stay in here?” She furrows her brows and I nod. “Well, that’s rude.” I just chuckle as I spit out my toothpaste and rinse the brush off. A quick rinse of my mouth and I look over at her as she sits on the toilet. “Uh, if you’re finished, you can go.” She gives me a cocky, smartass smile, and let's be honest, I like it.

Instead of leaving though, I walk to the wall in front of the toilet and lean back, watching her more intently. “You’re a fucking prick.” She says.

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