Later, I would need to upload it into our Fawn Database, along with the other video I’d taken of her sucking my cock.
Every Fawn had a file.
Only the Son to that Fawn had access to her file. If another Son wanted her for his year after we were finished with her, we’d give him access so he could decide if she was worth claiming.
We documented everything.
But every time I tried to upload it to the Database, I kept stopping myself. For some reason, I didn’t want anyone else seeing Blair in intimate moments.
I wanted to keep everything to myself.
When Brooks exited the bathroom, he was dressed in my robe. I wanted to kick his ass for that, but I’d rather him wear that than his bloody clothes.
He paced in front of me, and I massaged my temples.
This was why we needed Fawns. To calm us.
That might’ve been why he said the others had been adamant about him choosing a Fawn soon. They had seen he was losing control.
A Fawn was meant to fix that.
To put a leash on him and distract him from whatever demons were tearing through his mind.
I wasn’t sure if him losing his temper and killing the kid was about Daphne or something deeper, but he couldn’t keep making these mistakes. We couldn’t risk them. I wouldn’t put my neck on the line for someone this reckless.
While I was loyal to Brooks, I was loyal to asmartBrooks.
Not this stupid-as-shit one.
If he kept making these mistakes, he’d be on his own. I wouldn’t put my family’s or my life on the line for someone being careless.
“What happened, man?” I asked him before looking at the door. “Where’s your Secret Service?”
He stopped his pacing to look at me. “I told them to go home for the night.”
I leaned back in the chair. “Tell me what happened.”
He returned to his pacing, his hands clenched at his sides. “I killed someone.”
“Who?”
“I don’t remember his name. His dad is a prime minister.” He stopped, turning to face me, and snapped his fingers. “From whatever country Daphne’s mom is from.”
Of course, Daphne was involved.
She always was when Brooks acted like a fucking fool.
I jumped up from the chair, rearing my fist, ready to punch him. Instead, I shoved him into the wall, trying to control my anger.
“You idiot,” I sneered, stabbing my finger in his face. “Did you forget he and his brother are Prospects!”
I couldn’t stop myself from kneeing him in the balls, and he fell to his knees.
“We all voted for them to be Sons!”
He deserved more for his fuckup, but I was being nice because Brooks was my boy.
“Which is why we have to keep this under wraps,” he squeaked out, palming his dick through my robe.
