“Probably,” River agrees, though he doesn’t look amused. “Do you want to be a dad?”
It feels weird to be considering the future. My Bouchard legacy is probably gone. I can’t imagine my dad will hand over anything to me at this point. That means I don’t have to worry about an arranged marriage, I don’t need to pop out kids to be heirs.
I won’t have endless millions or billions to squander away. I’ll have to do real work, and my degree actually matters.
“I have no fucking clue. But if Pandora wants it, sure, I’ll pump her full until she’s got a little Blaze inside her.”
The image of Pandora with a big, pregnant belly is appealing and completely absurd, all at once.
Would Pandora even be able to handle being incapacitated for all those months?
River shakes his head, but a faint smile ghosts across his lips. “Could be a little Asch, or a little River, too,” he points out. “I doubt she’ll want you to be the only one who fucks her even if she’s trying to get pregnant.”
“I’m sure my sperm would beat yours in that race,” I say smugly.
River punches my arm lightly.
Honestly, we’re only twenty. It’s way too early to be thinking about kids. I don’t want to worry about any of this while other threats are looming over our heads.
“When you find Rachel’s killer, do you think that’s enough?” I look at the punching bag in the corner of the room. “Will Pandora be satisfied?”
“She’ll find something else to focus on,” River says. “There will always be evils in the world, and she’s never going to stop trying to make things better in her own way.”
I’m not sure I agree with him.
If Pandora wanted to improve the world, she wouldn’t be goingabout it with violence and carnage. Zayden could have died with a simple bullet, but she’d sawed his limbs off and made him suffer.
That’s revenge.
That’s making the world suffer everything she’s suffered.
If I were anyone else, I’d call her out on it.
But Iwanther to get what she wants. I want Pandora to thrive in the violence and the destruction and to bring about the end of the world like she always says she will.
She’s beautiful when she’s making her enemies bleed.
“We’ll see when we get all this shit done.” I finish off my water bottle. “By the way, how do you feel about performance boxing?”
River shrugs. “It’s fine. It’s gotten boring, honestly, since I started the other fights. But I don’t want off the team or anything.”
“I’ve been thinking about our main problem right now.” I pull out my phone and tab over to my notes. “John Allers. Everything points to him having been the one who had Rachel for all of a week. He goes through womenfast. Not all of them last only a week, but he’s been a regular with the Bouchards.”
River’s expression darkens. “And everyone’s okay with that,” he says, his voice going harsh. “A woman a week, no problem. Just disappear them.” He shakes his head. “I don’t understand why they’d kill her, though. She wasn’t really mouthy or anything.”
“He might have fucked up and gone too far.” I shrug. “Anyway, there’s no way we’d be able to get past all of his security. So we need to lure him to us.”
“That sounds great in theory,” he says, “but how would we actually do that?”
I grin at him. “Don’t you know that rich peoplelovewatching the lower classes beat each other up?”
If there’s one thing I know, it’s how all us rich assholes tick.
Especially the rich assholes who are part of the Bouchard inner circle.
I start a group text with the more proactive members of Kappa Alpha.
Blaze
