ALEXANDERThe air in my father’s secret penthouse was thick as tension danced in the space between the purple-eyed man and me, before I pushed the boulders of his shoulders slightly back, exhaling imperceptibly.“You wish you could. We left the ring ages ago, and I covered all our tracks, you won't find dog shit even if you brought in the federal bureau,” I answered blithely, seething when the ring chief cracked an unnaturally wide smile, shaking his head and pushing away from me to stalk the length of the room.“Oh I know very well how good you clean up Alexander, it's why you were the ring executioner after all,” He drawled, running white ringed fingers through his beard as his purple eyes slid to me, amusement making his almond-shaped eyes appear hooded.I felt my body tense, my heart hammering against my ribs as the droning sound in my head became louder and louder when I realized Prince Charles was about to tell me something I wouldn't like. Something that was certain to make the
LAURA DIEGOThat fucking bitch! The nerve on that woman! Trying to one-up me in my own house! Well, it wasn't my house just yet, but it would be the second Fredrick married me!“I need to do something about you Darlene,” I growled, digging my fingers into the polished wood of the vanity mirror where the porcelain-faced woman with severely drawn eyebrows was staring stonily back at me.I turned my head this way and that, marveling at the way the bright fluorescent caught the tight porcelain skin of my face, my small pearl earrings slapping against my cheeks softly.I’d made only two stops on my way to the McKenzie manor.One at the back street ville of the high-end estate, to meet with Dr. Erlis. A shady, shorthanded elite plastic surgeon who dealt in blood, currency, and secrecy, the perfect cover when you were looking to maintain that fountain of your youth away from the elite women’s prying eyes and rubber flappers that were sure to talk.I pressed cold fingers to the supple skin o
DARLENEI ran the brush over the dried husk of the tears that had been streaming down my face once more, trying to straighten the hunch that had grown in my spine in the time it had taken me to wash up and beat the makeup brush over my face.“Saints, give me strength,” I sighed, ignoring the pain that had begun to throb in my eyeballs. This was the night I was going to tell Frederick everything about Laura, the way she had stalked me in that forest, her house in the killer shack that the detectives were almost certain had been used in killing almost a hundred people.Detective Bowler had come just before dawn, with haggard pea-black eyes and the leathery skin of his cheek drawn in sad lines.”Mrs. Alex McKenzie, may I come in? I have a few follow-up questions you must answer,” He jeered, crowding into the doorway when I hesitated and sweeping past me with the hard-eyed officer who had followed him in tow.The detective did not lie when he told us stories of bodies that had been decapi
ALEXANDERI looked into the hazel eyes that I had once drowned in as she glared back at me.“You’re hurting me!” Darlene managed to choke out, and something snapped in the red haze that seemed to have coated my senses, dulling them.I relaxed my grip around her neck instantly, my eyes widening when I realized what I had done as my wife turned around to cough up air, knocking a hand against her ribs.“I’m...I’m sorry Dar, I didn't mean to -” I started, but the woman raised a hand in dismissal, backing away from me even though the hate swimming in her once soft eyes was enough to pin me in place, making the breath halt in my chest.“I’m not leaving the manor because of that whore! Where would we go? No! I refuse it,” Darlene spat acidly, and I felt tendrils of frustration tug at my eyelids before I rocked on my feet, steeling myself.My mother had always told me to take some time and count to ten, whenever I felt the lapse coming like I was on the edge of a cliff looking down into an in
DARLENEMy heart pounded hotly between the cages of my ribs as I stood under the staggering neon-lit mass of Du Merges hotel.A shiver of anticipation climbed my spine and I wrapped my hands around myself, glancing about the lot in the grey darkness before shouldering my way past the revolving glass doors.“Miss Spenser please, for Mr. McKenzie,” I whispered hoarsely to the four-eyed woman at the reception, the fake name burning my lips more than the coffee I had earlier.The morose-looking woman struck the matte black keyboard wordlessly, as the noise of the guests mingling in the expansive gold lobby blurred in my ears.Christ Darlene, what the fuck was I doing? Squirreling around York city in the dead of night with my husband’s brother?I ground my teeth together, shuffling from one high-heeled shoe to the other and feeling the threads of panic needle in my gut as the clack of the woman typing on continued.I was almost turning my back on the woman to bolt out the doors, certain th
LAURA DIEGOThe Umbrella man’s words had been specific, quick to the kill, no chase. It was all I could do not to let the pressure in my bladder burst through between my legs as the steely voice on the other end barked out instructions.I’d logged him into Frederick’s comps, watching the red dot of his car on the GPS as it idled in front of the rickety column of the Du Merges map hotel.My chest burned with hate as I watched the red dot disappear, realizing that was where he planned to meet Darlene. “That insufferable little cunt!” I growled, gritting my teeth and digging my fingers so far back into my palms that they were bloody when they came away.I marched to the mirror after the line went dead, trusting that the man had already made all the arrangements for the next phase of the plan.There was no way I was going to let that slovenly little piece of crap ruin everything I had put my blood and sweat and body to. Boob jobs did not come cheap, and I had made sure my oranges were es
DARLENE”What is this?” Fredrick’s raspy baritone caressed the shell of my ear before I felt the hard muscle of his chest press into my back as his hand came from behind me to try the door.I inhaled sharply, my body tensing as it melted into his and I felt the distinct hardness of his cock pressing between my cheeks.“Get away from me!” I screamed suddenly, snapping out of the spell the man seemed to have on me and whirling to face him, only noting the hurt on his face for a split second before his expression hardened.Had he locked us in? Playing me like a goddamned fool?“What the hell did you do to the door?” I breathed raggedly, putting a good distance between us and watching the man shake his head sadly.“You really think I would hurt you, Dar?” He whispered shakily, the spark of pain in his voice making me pause.There was no way he didn't know what was up with the door. I’d taken my eyes off him for one second to glance around the room, and now the door won't open?I smelled a
ALEXANDERI’d lost her, the bright red convertible of my wife’s car, between the sardine of cars that wove in between us on the highway.“God-fucking-dammit!” I bellowed, slamming my hands on the steering wheel and gritting my teeth as panic wove through my eyelids until my vision was a pinhole of primly tarred lots and neon lights.Where the hell had Darlene disappeared to? Had she known I was following her? “No,” I shook my head, I had been careful to make sure I stayed out of sight, inching forward just enough to keep her in my periphery, until she vanished.I rumbled the matte black wagon to a slow crawl, letting my eyes scan the dense lot of the side streets, doing a double take when I spotted the lime green BMW of my brother’s car.“Frederick?” I rasped huskily, glancing at the blinking gold cursive of the digital clock and feeling the frown lines on my forehead deepen.What was he doing here? Out so late? Prince Charles’ warnings about my brother’s meetings with Stefan McCoy r