Page 12 of The Darkest Prince

She’s gorgeous.

My brother is going to use Stacey to get back at Alex. And judging by the look on Alex’s face, his plan is working. She almost seems sad, like she would rather have Luca use her instead.

As Luca leaves with Stacey, Alex rises from the floor, fixing her hair and unable to take her eyes off them.

My Pet is jealous.

Luca glances over his shoulder at Alex before he leaves the room and grabs Stacey’s ass.

I know he’ll think about Alex when he comes in Stacey’s mouth. But Alex doesn’t know that.

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Luca has been rubbingStacey in Alex’s face all week. If she as much as looks at him during lunch, he yanks Stacey out of her chair and puts on a show.

On Wednesday, Luca made the queen bee of Astor Prep blow him at our table and forced Alex to watch. He’s never done that before.

Not until she showed up.

Of course, Alex tried to ignore him. But curiosity must have gotten the best of her because she locked eyes with him until he came into Stacey’s mouth.

Alex and Luca have a weird connection that doesn’t need words. The rest of the room pretended it wasn’t happening. But she looked him dead in the eyes and bit her lip until he finished, hand balled into a fist on the table.

She was mad it wasn’t her.

It’s all part of our plan to break Alex down. To fuck with her mind and make her question her sanity. Because one day, she’s going to beours. Another thing she doesn’t know yet.

I meet Bastian at the bank of lockers after fifth period. No one is allowed to have a locker on this wall, a special request our father made to the headmaster. Whatever we want, he finds a way to get it for us.

And we want privacy.

Well, we need it.

Our family makes most of our money legitimately. But the Salvatores were once in the Italian Mafia. From Sicily to the United States, we have connections. But our father refused to join a crime family. Instead, he founded Salvatore Global. He’s the master of secrets and used his power and influence to build a multi-billion dollar private security company.

“What took you so long?” Bastian turns his head to look at me while he digs for something in his locker. “You were supposed to get out of class five minutes early.”

I shrug. “Fell asleep in the middle of the lecture. Didn’t even know the class was over until Mrs. Finkle tapped me on the shoulder and scared the shit out of me.” I shake my head, laughing at the memory. “I almost knocked that old bitch on her ass.”

Bash laughs. “She should know better than to sneak up on a sleeping tiger.”

I enter the combination into the lock and open the door. There’s not much inside, only the essentials. A set of hunting knives. Ropes and zip ties. A shovel and drop cloths. You never know when you need to kill someone. And it’s best to have the right tools if the need arises.

Astor Prep doesn’t use textbooks, so we have little inside our lockers. Everything is digital, and all of the homework is submitted online. Even our tests are taken on computers.

I grab a stick of gum from the pack and fold it onto my tongue. The mint soothes me. My therapist says certain sounds, smells, and tastes can elicit different responses in the brain.

But he doesn’t know the true depths of my darkness. He has no idea my urges are not just sexual. That my soul is blacker than coal, and I have no feelings for anyone or anything other than Bash.

He thinks he’s treating me for a raging sex addiction. But, little does the old man know, I’m a serial killer. I have killed over thirty people in the past two years and feel zero remorse. They were pieces of shit who deserved to die.

I would kill them again.

Something warm splashes the back of my pants and dress shoes. It hits Bash, too. A coffee cup drops to the floor at our feet.

“Oops,” a girl says with laughter in her voice. “My bad. I’m so clumsy.”

Alex.

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