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The fact I’d left Theodore alive jerked at the evil man inside of me. I wasn’t accustomed to controlling my brutality under any circumstance. I headed away from the party and into a room reserved for Elite members only. Weston and Clinton were inside, studying me intently the moment I walked in.
“Is it done?” Weston asked.
“If you mean tossing him out, yeah. I would have preferred to drive my knife into his gut instead. I had Jonas escort him out.”
“Jonas has become a godsend,” Clinton said, chuckling under his breath.
“Yeah, he has his sights set on being president next year.” Weston grinned. “He’s fucked up like the rest of us. He’ll make an outstanding prez.”
“You know why we need to be careful, but only for the time being,” Clinton said harshly. He wasn’t usually the voice of reason. I certainly didn’t approve of towing the line for anyone, especially a shithead like Theodore.
A sharp knock irritated all three of us. When Jonas stuck his head into the door, he had an evil grin on his face. “He’s out the door.”
Clinton exhaled. “Any trouble?”
Jonas shrugged. “Gave me some lip but I’m used to that. He’s thinks he’s invincible cause of daddy.”
I glanced at Weston, who clenched his fists. “Yeah, I should have handled the issue before.”
Clinton waved his hand. “He’ll get his at the right time.”
I’d known Clinton long enough to know he kept his promises. The man was a sick fuck.
“Something else?” I barked when Jonas didn’t leave.
“There was a mighty sexy chick listening in on our conversation. Never seen her before. New girl?”
“Red dress?” While my tone sounded demanding, I already knew the answer. She was a very bad little girl after all. My balls tightened at the thought.
Jonas rolled his hands down in front of him as if he was stroking a beautiful woman. “One I wanted to rip off with my teeth.”
Clinton turned his head, glancing at Weston and then to me. The glint in his eyes shifted as desire roared into his system. “She’s just visiting.”
“You want me to send her on her way?”
“Don’t worry about it, Jonas. Just watch her until we’re finished with our discussion.”
“Will do.”
After Jonas left, I couldn’t help but laugh. “I would call the beautiful Ava more than a handful. I had a feeling she would try and figure out why and how we hold so much power.”
“Clever, but she could become a serious issue.” Clinton rubbed his jaw as he paced the room. “Still, we can handle Ava given our plan to keep her. But it would seem our buddy Theo is determined to make things difficult for us.”
“What are you thinking?” Weston asked, the gleam in his eye telling. He was eager to dissect the man as much as I was, sending his body back to daddy in several plastic bags.
“We wait until graduation. Then no one can touch us.” Clinton was right in that once freed from the institution, we would be above the law, controlling anyone we chose.
I nodded. While I had no patience, it was necessary. Two weeks wouldn’t change anything. “What about the girl? What are the illustrious plans for tonight, given she’s not quite the vulnerable girl we suspected?”
“Did you talk to her?” Clinton asked Weston.
“She disappeared right after Christian escorted our unwanted guest out of the party room.” Weston grinned. “At least now we know what she was doing.”
Clinton snorted. “Yes. She certainly has balls for an innocent little thing. I wonder if her pussy tastes as sweet as she pretends to be? I also wonder how eager she is to enjoy the darkness she describes so eloquently.”
“My guess is that she has no clue,” Weston offered.
“I told you she was a fighter. I think she needs a lesson in understanding that she’s a guest in our abode,” I said before glancing at both men. “But depending on what she heard, we may not be able to let her go as planned, even on a tight leash.”
“Mmm… agreed.” Clinton chuckled. “We’ll know by the way she reacts after we enjoy spending time with her.”
“I know what you said before, but how are we going to explain her disappearance to her parents if that becomes necessary?” I was curious as to his answer. Clinton believed himself to be omnipotent in all things. Perhaps we all did.
“Once we’re finished with her, the good little girl will do anything and everything we command her to do. I have confidence in our abilities.” He smiled. “We’ll provide her with exactly what she’s been craving. Remember, she wants to be called a good girl.”
“I do love the man’s attitude,” Weston chortled.
“You mean his sadistic ways.” I grinned.
“And she likes being called little pet.”
“Mmm…” Weston murmured.
My balls were tight as drums, images of forcing her to kneel in front of me wearing nothing but a collar a beautiful vision to behold.
“Perhaps we’ll start with punishment before pleasure,” Weston suggested. “That will provide an excellent introduction into our world.”
Punishment. Given our brutal tastes in providing needed discipline to either a wayward candidate or the women who were required to surrender to us, I had a feeling we’d learn just how much of a fighter the lovely Ava could be. “Yes. I think that’s exactly what needs to happen. Find her, Weston, and bring her to our playroom.”
Clinton grinned. “And I thought you weren’t interested.”
“I’m interested. In fact, I honestly do believe keeping her in a collar and on a leash for the duration of her stay in City of Hope is required.”
“Christian, select a single implement for tonight. Choose wisely. The thought isn’t to terrify her just yet.” Clinton narrowed his eyes, the sick bastard inside of him eager to provide more than a simple lesson.
“I have just the instrument in mind. Pain and pleasure it is.” I chuckled under my breath.
Weston laughed. “Then so be it. I’ll return shortly. Then we can begin.”
