FREDRICKThe one time I had ever been loved in my entire life, and my brother had to take it from me.I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me so that the noise of the arguing downstairs dimmed significantly.Blind. That was what my parents were. “Fucking blind!” I roared, slamming my hand into the umbrella shell of my bedside lampshade so that it crashed against the rear wall noisily.Couldn’t they see? How trapped Darlene was with Alexander? What he was turning the curvy woman into?I had to act quickly. Faster than Usain freaking Bolt in the fucking Olympics!The thought of talking to her parents popped into my head before I shook myself, quickly discarding the idea.Mr. Bernardo was nice enough, almost too nice. Like my mother.For all he knew, his daughter- pride and joy- was happily married to the billionaire firstborn of Williams McKenzie.Mr. Bernardo wouldn’t understand the importance, the urgency we needed to remove Darlene from Alexander’s fucking marriage choke
DARLENE“That wouldn’t be necessary, we were just leaving.” Alexander rumbled in a tone that had me snapping my head up to see the thunderous look he gave the man they called Prince.I gulped reflexively, my eyes darting from the stone murals in the room to the man with the purple eyesI turned to see that the expression on his face had darkened as he stared stonily ahead, toward the gray-darkness of the road. The twist in my heart forked stronger than before as I watched his absinthe-green eyes flicker to me and return to the stretch of asphalt.“Alexander, I-” I started, cringing when my voice came more as a harried whisper than a cajole.Now why did I have to go and sound like a damn frog? I steeled myself opening my mouth to let the words tumble out when he flashed me a look that turned my insides to stone.“Enough Darlene.” He hissed, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he gripped it so hard I thought for a moment that he was going to drive us straight off the road.“Alex
ALEXANDERThe air in the cold interior of my luxury, matte-black wagon, was stifling. It was all I could do to stop myself from reaching out and touching her. The wavy spirals of her shoulder-length hair, the high set of her cheekbones, and her pert little nose.I missed her so fucking much, and I hated her so fucking much.The one thing I loved most in my whole life and my twin brother wanted a piece of it!It was always like that, as far back as I could remember. The little shit had always wanted everything I had- Which wasn't bloody much considering.Darlene sniffled beside me, so that I felt the slouched line of my back tense, and I risked a look her way to see that she had her head turned decidedly to the window, jutting her bottom lip in that cute way she did when she was enraged.Had I been too hard on the woman? Saints! Lord knew she deserved it.“Look, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to tell Dar, but you are persistent.” I whispered, the spike of adrenaline humming on the bad
DARLENEI was alone when I woke up. The wooly cotton of the comforter was cold to my touch when I spread my hand over the space where my husband’s body was supposed to be.”Saints!” I gasped, shooting to sit up on the bed, before groaning and falling into the covers.What time was it? How long had I been out? Alexander must have carried me up to the room.I felt the knot of tension in my belly unfurl at the thought of him still caring.“Goddam it, Darlene,” I groaned, knowing I ought to strangle myself with the sheets but setting them aside instead to slide my feet into the soft, faux fur of my slippers.The fire in the stone hearth had simmered down so that wisps of frigid air burned my nose and eyes as I paced about the space. There were lavender petals etched into the overhead gold beams of the canopy that I hadn't noticed before, the potted plants beside the beds looking bigger and farther apart than I remembered.I paused, turning on the balls of my feet to take in the room wit
ALEXANDERThe handmaiden’s death had hit the McKenzie Manor like a shit tsunami on steroids.A spark of guilt ignited in my chest when I realized I hadn’t the slightest bit of recollection on what the woman looked like.“Eyewitnesses accounts say Mary Argretee had been murdered as she was fleeing from the Manor,” The young detective from the sheriff’s office boomed as the sharp blue crystals of his eyes fixed unnervingly on me.I shifted uneasily on the rich leather of the couch, feeling like I had just been soccer punched in the stomach.Mary was running from the house?It had to be on the night of the argument. My brain was puzzled at the thought.What the hell was going on?“That doesn’t make sense officer, why would she be running from the manor? Mary’s lived here since I married my wife,” I queried, matching his gaze squarely.I could feel Darlene’s dainty hands wrapping over the line of my bicep.I didn’t like the way he was talking, the definitive tilt of his chin, and the ste
LAURA DIEGOIt was still dark out when I sprang my eyes open, my heart thudding wildly in my chest when I realized it was the creaking sound that had woken me so suddenly.“God-fucking-dammit!” I cursed, groaning and pressing the pillow tighter against my ears in a bid to stem the clang of wood knocking together.The sound was coming from the woman in the basement. The quick quack of a chair grinding as I squeezed my eyes shut, gritting my teeth when the noise curled around the foams of my brain and pulsed erratically, drowning out the urgency of my other thoughts.“Useless!” I roared, feeling the red spring into my eyes as I snapped them open as I leaped out of the dingy bed, flinging the spongy duvet to the side to slam the floor-length mirror to the floor with a resounding crash.“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” I screeched until my voice cracked as I slammed the furniture around in the concrete walls of the small cabin shack, panting with my hands on my knees as the redness seeped slo
DARLENEAlexander had not said a word to me since the detective’s visit to the McKenzie Manor. I still couldn't believe it, as I paced the tense air of the manor’s prince chambers.I risked a glance at him, the way he sat quietly on the beige cotton of the comforter with the bulk of his elbows resting firmly on his knees.”Can you stop pacing Dar?” Alexander’s quiet voice seemed to ring through the length of my spine as I felt the knob of my knees lock and still, my heartbeat thudding oddly in my chest.He looked different, sitting on our bed the way he was, his dark shock of hair falling over his face and over the absinthe green of his hooded eyes.When was the last time we’d made love? It seemed so far away, the memory of his large hands running through my hair, his lips following the line of my chest and navel, finding my clit wet and waiting.I shivered, walking to stand over him so that he had to lift his head to stare up at me.“Is it freezing in here or what?” I said airily, wr
ALEXANDERI had left the manor in a rush, chasing the coattails of the idea that had dropped into my head suddenly.My wife’s best friend had said she’d gotten the images from the woman, but she’d never said how.I pushed the headlamps of my eyes back into my head, searching, trying to recollect if Kayla Storm had ever stalked around the manor.Nothing. Save for the argument Darlene had with her in the living area.So who had placed the cameras? Fredrick? No. The little mugwort liked to boast, but I doubted he had the iron balls it took to do something like that.Or the malice. My twin brother was a white lamb trying to be a dark horse. It didn't come naturally to him, not as it did to me.My heart raced in my chest when I realized it could have been Mary. It was the only explanation that made any fucking sense.My father had queried the ground men and the maid servants that worked in the manor.Put them in a nice little lime with a nice little Glock pistol cooling on their temples