Page 52 of His Last Will

This time, however, is manic. Like they can’t punish each other enough for their lust. Grief finally taking a back seat to their loathing.

Their hatred for each other made my cock hard, but this?

This makes me burn.

Switching screens, I glance at the program running through possible suspects. It’s almost useless given the fact that it could be anyone. Everyone holds a grudge against the family. Jealousy eats away at people who covet my power; the power of greed a heavy motivator, too. It could eat someone alive if they let it. Even a simple revenge plot, hoping to destroy The Order. There are too many enemies and not enough evidence.

Frustration is starting to build within me at the lack of answers and the amount of time passing. Yes, I am enjoying watching my prey play together. But I want to be with them. And the longing for them is making me…I wouldn’t say anxious, but untethered, given my lack of control.

Lines of code fill the screen, and I get the feeling that the answer is right in front of me, hidden beneath the numbers. Shade has been working their way through the data as well, under the assumption that it’s to find the murderer. They don’t know the real story. The only person with that privilege is Ashton, and only because I needed what he has access to. He also had to make it believable to my family, to The Order, to them.

The lack of surveillance evidence from the night of the murder already sends up red flags about this entire situation. Video footage had clearly been altered, with time overlays and grainy footage at best. With the original data deleted, I had to go back even further. Looking to see if anyone was watching the arena that night or had staked it out prior. Whoever had their hands in this would find themselves without them very soon. That would be the first thing I’d have Aiden take. I wouldn’t want to do it myself. Save it for my prey to play with.

I feel his presence before he steps up beside me. Watching the screen, he clicks a few buttons and hums to himself. “Find anything yet?”

“No.” There’s no need to elaborate when the answer is always the same. Not one lead to determine what the hell happened.

“The money didn’t tell you anything?” Ashton asks as he pulls up some graphs on another screen. I tried following the money from the car rental, but all that came up was some offshore filings.

“No, but I have Shade on it.” Speaking of, I should probably have Ashton follow up with them. It has been a few weeks since our last check-in, and if they didn’t find anything this time, I might have to have Ashton hunt them down and stab them. What the fuck was the purpose of employing the best hacker money could find if the asshole couldn’t find anything? Supposedly, whoever hid what he needed was just as good as them. Well, clearly, I needed that motherfucker instead. “I might throw them in an acid bath if they don’t give me something soon.”

He clicks his tongue. “Getting impatient, are we?”

“No.”

Liar.

He arches his eyebrow in a knowing expression.

Switching back to my muses, I watch as Aiden removes the gun from the back of his shorts, turns, and shoots the man in the middle of the room. Well, fuck me up. Ari looks shocked, but before she can say anything, Aiden is once again pounding her into the wall, making my cock an iron rod in my pants.

As he slams into her one last time and releases into her, the excess cum drips onto the floor beneath their panting bodies. He leans forward and says something in her ear. And then he kisses her. Not some hard kiss. Soft and gentle. My eyes widen as I watch this. Hmmm…

It’s such an intimate moment between them. And the first time that I have felt my gut clench when I watch them.

“They seem to be getting along just fine without you,” Ashton muses. “Are you sure this is what you should be doing?”

“Do not question me.”

Clearly exasperated with my ever-increasing bad mood, he walks out. Leaving me alone to watch as Aiden and Ari right themselves and move to leave.

I clench my fists. A better man would probably let them go. Let them grieve and heal. Find some sort of happiness together.

But I’ve never once claimed to be a good man.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

AIDEN

“So obviously you will write your own vows,” my mother muses as she goes over the seating arrangements for the wedding.

I give her a cold look in response. “Not in this lifetime.” Ari nods in agreement before me. If I had something to say to her that was actually meaningful, I wasn’t going to do it in front of a crowd of self-serving assholes. We had already given enough when it came to the wedding. Ari had agreed to the color palette, location, and some gaudy dress that I wanted to burn to appease her. But I was stepping in on this one. There was just no way.

“Aiden, it’s tradition, and The Order will expect it.”

Slamming my coffee mug down on the table, I fix my mom with a hard stare. “Frankly, mother, I don’t give two fucks what The Order expects. I am about to be the head of it after Initiation night, so they will be taking orders from me. We have made all the concessions we are going to make, and if you don’t stop, we will go to city hall and get it over with.” The thought brings a smile to my face. Whisking Ari away, just us, vowing to be together till death.