Nothing further is required on my part. After tonight, Danika will fall out of the Upper East Side’s grace faster than a shooting star.
In a few weeks, people will forget her name.
Her dad’s fall will be harder, and they’ll have to change states. Countries, even. She’ll be a has-been in no time, and I’ll never hear from her again. I asked the members of staff to burn her things at my place. Sterilizing my space fromvermin, so to speak. I bought her most of that luxurious stuff anyway, and I can ruin it in a heartbeat.
I can burn her both literally and figuratively.
Just as I gave her power and status, I can revoke them just like that.
The extent to which she means nothing to me is almost coldhearted.
Maybe it’s always been that way.
Maybe it was really the picture I had in my head, not her.
Because ever since I watched her sex tape, I’ve only made methodical decisions. I revoked all her exclusive memberships that I pay for and had her banned from all of the Upper East Side’s prestigious clubs. Then I asked Dad to block any of our dealings with her father and presented him with damning financial data that will soon circulate in all mafia circles and paint her father as an irresponsible partner.
After that, I had myself tested for STIs, even though I only ever fucked her with a condom, but I had to be safe in case she gave me something nasty. Thankfully, the result came back negative.
I can safely say the Danika chapter is now finished.
Just like her.
I might not have killed her, but her and her family’s fall from grace will be much worse than death.
For someone who cares about appearances more than anything, social banishment is the worst punishment I could inflict upon her.
I pull out my phone and put in my earbuds as I approach my car.
Once I’m in the back seat, I greet the driver and tell him to take me home.
As we start to move, I go to the cameras I had Jeremy’s men in Brighton Island install at the mansion Yulian shares with his goons. Just like my friends have formed the Heathens’ club, Yulian and his entourage have the Serpents’ club, and they’re rivals in the heart of The King’s U.
Jeremy said his people could only access the outside, near the gate of the mansion, but that’s enough.
Fornow.
I watch for the other things I asked Jeremy to arrange after I told him the story this afternoon.
He, like any logical person, expected me to be more devastated, but I was busy detailing my plans and exactly what he needed to do.
It’s around midnight on the island right now. One camera shows a motorcycle flying through the gate, then stopping suddenly, throwing the driver onto the concrete, sending the bike to the opposite side of him.
A smile curls my lips as I watch him sit up with a groan while the guards rush up to him.
Yulian removes the helmet that saved his skull from cracking into pieces and shakes his head like a dog, grinning. “I’m totally fine! Good call about the leather jacket, Cy. I would’ve lost my fucking arm, goddamn!”
My smile falls as he laughs whileCyrusgets out of a sports car and approaches him, eyeing the bike suspiciously.
He should.
Not sure if Yulian tells that prick everything or if he had the time to inform him, but he probably did. I was able to confirm that Yulian flew back to Chicago on his private jet as soon as he was finished with Danika, so that gave him ample time to inform Cyrus.
Not that it matters.
“What’s up, Zveroushka?” Yulian walks toward the bike. “Mad at me or something?”
Zveroushka. A diminutive form of Zver(?????).
