Chapter Five

Alec (P.O.V.)

The next day...

I woke up feeling alert and well rested. I got off my bed and walked into the closet when I spotted something. I took a closer look and saw it was the present from Shawn. I took it and opened it. When I saw what it was, I rolled my eyes.

It was filled with condoms.

Freaking condoms.

I mean come on. It is YOUR niece here.

Anyway, I left it there and I picked out my outfit. I decided on black jeans, a white V-neck and my leather jacket. My sexiness is cliché I know. I laid my clothes on the bed and took a shower.

After I got dressed, I grabbed my car keys and left for school. When I arrived, I smiled like a kid on Christmas day.

This school was not any different. Although the level of slut was more subtle, it was still there, and I could not be any happier.

 I took in all the girls who were trying to shorten their skirts and fix their cleavage at the sight of my car. I revved my engine and parked into my spot. I stepped out of my Ferrari and smirked when I saw all the girls pull their tops down. Typical. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Oh, this is going to be sweet.

UNKNOWN (P.O.V.)

She looks so familiar, but it cannot be. There is no way this is the same person. It is impossible. I need to investigate this further. If it is who I think it is then we have a problem.

FUCK!

“Boss, I got the documents you asked for”.

“Rest them on my desk. I have another task for you. Find out what you can about Alex Black and I want a tail on her from now on.” I commanded and walked out.

Time to pay Richard Black a visit.

Alex (P.O.V.)

As soon as I got home, I fled to the shower. I honestly felt so sweaty and disgusting. When I got done getting cleaned up, I took my earnings for the night and shoved it into a hole in my mattress.

What?

Smart people do not use banks.

I suddenly heard the doorbell ring, and I checked the time. Who in their right mind is coming over at eleven O’clock at night?

I checked the camera footage on my phone to see two men, dressed in black suits standing by the door, waiting for someone to open it. The fact that they got pass the security by the gate meant that my parents were expecting them.

Hmm. I have never seen them before.

Me, being the amazing detective that I am, I grabbed the plate that had bacon in it, and I made my way to the kitchen. When I got downstairs, and was in the kitchen, scrubbing one plate for what seemed like eternity, the two men walked in with my father.

“Since when did you do the dishes” my father asked, raising an eyebrow at me

Since I want to snoop, and this is the only excuse I can come up with to be downstairs at this hour. I thought.

Instead, I smiled back and shrugged.

“Gentlemen, let us take this to my office” with that they followed my father into his office, and I heard the lock on the door click.

I immediately dropped the plate in the sink, and sped tip-toed to my father’s office. I put my ear on the door and tried my best to listen to what they were saying.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. There is no way he is alive. I made sure of it.”

Who is alive?

Before I could get caught, I made my way back upstairs in utter confusion. I wonder what is going on. 

For the rest of the night, I just could not get my mind off what I heard downstairs. No wonder why it is bad to snoop. Now I need to know more.

It was about, midnight now and my parents were asleep. I quietly opened my door and made my way to my father’s office. Making sure to be as quiet and stealth as I did so.

When I finally got to his office, I immediately locked the door behind me and began to go through the papers on the desk in front of me. There was nothing interesting there.

I sighed.

Maybe it is nothing.

I sat in the chair and just swung myself around. This is why I do not own a swivel chair.

You know what would be crazy? If this desk actually had a fake bottom that was actually a hiding spot for stuff.

As the thought popped into my head, I jumped off the chair and checked under the desk. Nothing.

Damn.

Disappointed.

I sighed, put the chair back where I found it, and hopped my way to the door. As I did so I heard something echo below me. I traced my steps and heard it again. How odd.

I lifted the rug by the desk and saw a latch.

A hidden basement! AHAH!

I pulled on it, but it did not budge. Damn. It is locked.

It is a good thing I am not the most obedient and might have escaped from handcuffs a couple of times.

I took the bobby pin out of my hair and attempted to pick the lock. When I did pick it but I did manage to break it.

Shit.

I pulled on the latch nonetheless and what I saw could not be any more of a surprise because my mouth flew open, and I almost screamed.

There were pictures of my brother’s bloodied body. His arm was broken, he had gashes in his face and his eyes were open. They were just blank. I shut the door to the secret compartment and ran upstairs. What the actual fuck?

What the fuck did I just witness?

Why does he have those pictures?

Am I in danger?

Oh my God, did he kill Kyle?!

I had so many questions, I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and chugged it. This cannot be real.