5
“Let her believe we killed Maxwell.It’ll work in our favor,” I told Lev, then pointed to the room on the other side of Adina’s. “Still empty?”
“Yep,” he nodded, scowling. Lev was the only one who wasn’t keen on kidnapping Adina. He’s catching feelings for her, and our brutality was ribbing him up the wrong way. He’s going to have to get over that. “You planned it that way. Most of the Morgana is empty.”
“Good, I’ll move in,” I stated, “I’ll grab my bags and the key. So she’s surrounded. Is that other chick still the violinist?”
“Base. I think it’s a base, which is, you know, four times larger, and yes, she’s upstairs on the third floor,” he said and detected a tone.
“Are you alright?” I asked as I stepped toward the stairs, “You’re looking a little pale.”
“I’m fine,” he snapped, and I placed my hand firmly on his shoulder.
“Don’t fall under the spell, bro,” I warned him. “You knew from the beginning what our plans were.” Once down on the ground floor and walking past the empty common room and kitchen, “The daughter of the man who put my father in prison. Never forget that, Lev. Never forget that.”
“I haven't forgotten,” he said gruffly. “But some things don’t add up.”
“Like her old man killing himself?” I chuckled, finding it all rather amusing. “Yeah, I admit that’s a pleasant surprise, best birthday you could give me.”
“It’s not your birthday,” he stated the obvious, which only proves he was in a bad mood.
“No kidding, Einstein. I didn't think he had it in him to hang himself while his precious daughter was in the house, though,” I said as we arrived at the door, and the meek, little nerdy Wolsey chick walked in and was startled seeing us standing there. Her family was powerful as well, but not a threat to our territory like the Boleyns.
Once we got outside and out of earshot of students nearby, Lev argued, “I wasn’t talking about his suicide, although that seems out of character; I meant when she thinks we set her up.”
“Huh?” I was a little confused. “We did set her up to live in Morgana under your watch-”
“I wasn’t meaning that,” he interrupted. “She accused me of taking pictures of her when we were raking her in the gardens the other night.”
“Did you take pictures of her? Your hands would be full of tit and ass, and” I paused as a memory struck me. “There were flashing lights, like someone was taking pics. I vaguely remember that, but I was too busy working that vibrator,” I explained.
“She said they used the pics to blackmail her father,” Lev informed me, and I wondered if Sick set that up.
“With what? Money. Did they want money in exchange for pics of his sweet daughter getting fucked by her enemy?” I pressed, slightly confused.
“She didn’t say,” he said glumly, as we headed toward Ashthorn Castle to walk through to the cafes on the other side.
“He wouldn’t buy into that shit, though, would he?” I said, imagining the reaction our father would have if he were blackmailed by someone who took pics of us. “He wouldn’t hand over money to stop pics of his daughter going viral; instead, he’d grin and bear the shame and embarrassment for a week or so before the internet moved on to something else.”
“Maybe he doesn’t think like your dad,” Lev blurted. “Fuck, man. Besides, fathers treat their daughters differently from their sons.”
“Meh, well... he's got a thot daughter now. Not that he’s alive anymore to experience the humiliation,” I rationalized bluntly. I didn’t care about Maxwell Boleyn and his fat rope-grazed neck, but fuck, it’s going to put a smile on our father’s face.
When we called Nicolae with the latest news as we drove to the station with the Boleyn girl drugged in the back seat, he was pleased, well, about as pleased as a man like him could be, and when he spoke, it sounded as if he was smiling. But he was genuinely surprised by his death, as we were, so I knew he had nothing to do with it. So, Adina’s accusations that we killed her father and made it look like a suicide were false.
We’re not the guilty party, but maybe it was easier for her to lay the blame on someone else than admit the worst, that her father didn’t want to be her father anymore. Then he sealed the deal by hanging himself while she was in the house. It was a low blow, but I never held the man in high regard anyway. As far as I was concerned, he was capable of any amount of treachery, this included. Perhaps this was the wake-up call Adina needed that her old man was not who she thought he was. The ice palace eventually melted.
“Anyway, she’ll be a mess for a while,” he said in that gloomy tone, and I shot him a look.
“I’ll go easier on her in the gym, then, and use lighter weights,” I chuckled, enjoying our position in the game and looking forward to our father patting us on the back. “Anyway, how many students live in Morgana?”
“Three,” he answered swiftly. “Actually, I think there might be one or two more. Maybe the admin had some strays left over from other halls.”
“Got names?” I pressed, because we had to ensure that they wouldn’t grow suspicious over our caging of Adina.
“Nah, I've barely seen them,” he answered slowly.
“Find them and perhaps organize their transfer to another hall,” I ordered as we walked into the cool, shady Ashthorn Castle and under the archway.
