Blair was my Fawn—that was it—but she’d betrayed them, which meant she’d betrayed me. She’d lied and hidden that the vice president was her stepfather.
What else is she hiding?
The secrets kept piling up.
I didn’t want a Fawn with secrets.
I stepped toward her as everyone closed in on us, waiting with anticipation. The men behind those masks had seen me kill before. They knew how bloody I made my murders.
Gripping the knife tight, I stood tall in front of her. She whimpered as I ran the knife between her lips.
My pulse sped as I dug the tip of the knife into her cheek. “Our time together was fun, but unfortunately for you, I’m aman of my word. You were nothing but a Fawn for me to use for my pleasure.”
Tears dripped down her cheeks and onto my hand holding the knife, but she didn’t look away from me.
Forty-Six
Blair
My heart beatin my chest like an animal trapped in a net as I sat there, waiting for Enzo’s next move.
He brushed the tip of the blade against my skin.
It felt so rough yet gentle.
Like a tiny poke that was supposed to be more painful.
The skin bunched around his eyes when our gazes locked, and for a moment, everyone in the room who wanted me dead faded away.
Enzo’s eyes softened as he dragged the blade against my cheek. Not deep enough to break skin.
Then everything happened so fast.
In one second, he dropped the knife from my face to my wrist. Swiftly, he cut it free, then did the same with the other.
“I told you to let me kill the cunt!” my father shouted when Enzo knelt to cut the rope around my ankles. “He’s too weak to do it!”
My stepfather pointed his gun at Enzo’s head. “Don’t be stupid, Enzo. You know the rule. Sons before everything.” He shook his head in disgust. “If you can’t do it, which is a weakness we’ll need to discuss later, then you let another one of us get the job done.”
Enzo yanked me out of the chair like a rag doll when my father charged toward us. He shoved me off to the side to punch my father in the face, knocking me down. While doing that, his phone flew out of his pocket and skidded across the floor.
My stepfather pulled the trigger, and Enzo tackled me to the ground just as the bullet buzzed by my head.
Enzo hauled me to my feet and shoved the knife and his badge into my hands. “Run, Blair. Run like the Fawn you are. Find Brooks and Emeri in the university.” He pushed me behind him, backing us up until I was closer to the door and making sure no Son got to me.
“No!” I screamed, grabbing his sleeve. “I’m not leaving you!”
For a moment, no Son made a move as they watched the scene play out in front of them.
A Son willing to die for his Fawn.
A Fawn willing to die for her Son.
This is how the power balance is meant to be.
This is the intention of their entire logic.
Why each of us has our roles.
