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Chapter 1
Fox~
This shit was not what I had expected when I’d been told about the expectations regarding my future. Granted, I hadn’t been completely sure of what to expect, but a fellow initiate going off half-cocked had never entered my mind.
Offending Stone had been one thing and trying to intimidate Sutton had been another. However, attacking Hastings had been something unforeseen and unexpected.
When my father and mother had sat me down to tell me what my future would hold, I could remember feeling excited at the endless possibilities. My future was going to be anything that I wanted it to be. I’d been only thirteen when my parents had told me, and even then, at such a young age, I had felt powerful.
Unstoppable.
My father, Walker Harrington, was a federal judge on the surface, but I knew that he had more political tentacles than a damn octopus. My mother, Ireland Harrington, was a real estate mogul and owned some of the most expensive land in the country. She wasn’t stateside only, either. She owned a lot of foreign property, and the majority of our family’s wealth was all her. My father didn’t mind, though. Between his connections, her wealth, and their combined intelligence, we were one of the most powerful and wealthiest families in the nation.
As the oldest son, I’d always known that I was expected to follow in some huge footsteps, but in all honesty, becoming a member of The Order was going to pave the way considerably. I was being afforded a network of powerful allies, and it would be almost impossible to fail.
Not that I was made to fail, mind you.
All my life, I’ve been Fox Harrington, and I’d never been confused about what that meant. Especially, when my younger brother, Cotton, was such a fuckup.
Okay, maybe that was unfair.
Cotton wasn’t a complete fuckup, so much as he was just a douchebag. Where I hadn’t let my parents’ reputations go to my head, Cotton had. He was that typical asshole who liked to use the phrase ‘do you know who my parents are’, and it was everything I could do not to knock him the fuck out whenever I heard him say it. While I loved my brother, I didn’t like him very much, and that wasn’t me being a dick. Cotton wasn’t very likable, and even my parents knew it. How two people could be raised in the same household, by the same parents, and turn out completely different was a mystery to me.
Cotton’s crappy personality was the reason my father had always insisted on my attendance to all those society parties that I couldn’t care less about. According to my parents, my charm balanced out Cotton’s lack thereof. A lot of people said that I was a mix of my father’s determination and my mother’s charisma, and that I’d been a born leader. While I wasn’t sure about all that, I knew that I wasn’t the dickhead that my brother was, and I supposed that was enough.
When I’d been given the list of names for my initiating class, I’d been a bit surprised. For some reason, I hadn’t expected such a powerful class to be put together. Separately, we were pretty commanding all on our own. However, together, we had the potential to rock the entire organization on its head if we wanted to. Together, we were a threat to some of the most powerful men in the world. While the entire organization was viewed upon as a brotherhood, the bonds of the initiating classes had a different kind of connection.
The Order of the Cronus wasn’t a weak members-only club. It wasn’t a candy ass country club group of men who sat around and counted their money and mistresses. It wasn’t a wannabe good ol’ boys’ club. The Order of the Cronus was a real group of men who ruled the world and did it with enough ruthlessness that the organization has lasted for decades.
Members were initiated during their senior year at Hales, and they were required to select a supporter to help ensure that no scandals would occur so close to grabbing the brass ring. There could be no personal relationships between the sponsor and their supporter because the waters got muddy that way. The only exception was to pledge a Hera contract, and that had never been done before. Stone’s marriage to Rylee had been the first.
There was also the obligatory favor that expired at the age of thirty. The price for not granting the favor was the entire destruction of your life and the life of your family and friends. Nothing in this life came for free, and the organization made sure that you paid your dues.
Taking another drink of my coffee, I had another ten minutes between classes. The midnight weddings were hell the next day. Though I understood the need to be discrete, when you had morning classes the next day, it made for a long fucking Tuesday.
My initiating class consisted of me, Ross Carmichael, Saxton Voss, Stone Lexington, and August Remington. However, I think Kincaid hit the nail on the head when she suggested that we were becoming too powerful, a threat to August.
With Stone and Rylee married and having the first Hera contract ever enacted in the history of the organization, Ross marrying Sutton and bringing her into the fold, then Saxton marrying Hastings and Hastings being a Martin, our initiating class was quickly growing into something Alexander wasn’t prepared for. Those ancient, concrete, honorable rules weren’t so black and white anymore, and it was anyone’s guess as to what was going to happen next.
However, the one thing that we did respect was its secrecy. Even Cotton didn’t know about The Order. Ross had a younger brother, and I was pretty sure that he didn’t know about The Order, either. The need to protect the organization’s existence had been drummed into my head since I’d first been told about it. Even my best friend, Joshua Brooks, knew nothing about the order, and we’ve been best friends since the sixth grade. Though he went to UCLA to study marine biology, we spoke often. We were still very close despite our busy school schedules.
Still, even though Joshua was my best friend, there was no denying that Stone, Ross, and Saxton were quickly becoming the friends that I hadn’t been looking for. While I had a ton of acquaintances, I hadn’t made any close friends while going to Hales. I’d been too preoccupied with looking towards my future to bother with making new friends. However, this mess with August Remington had made us close, and killing him was going to bond us like nothing else ever would or could.
The sad thing was that I had no problem killing August Remington. He was a predator and needed killing if you asked me.
Drinking the last of my coffee, I stood up, then tossed it in the garbage. I had three more classes to get through today, and I couldn’t afford to skip them. My endgame was to end up on the United States Supreme Court, and I imagined the next couple of decades were going to be nonstop torture. While a lot of people have remarked that I had what it took to become The President one day, I had no desire to possess temporary power. I had no desire to be the face of a nation with no real power. I didn’t want to be a mouthpiece. I wanted a position cemented in endless power and position.
Granted, that wasn’t to say that I would turn down the chance if it was meant to be, but that wasn’t my goal. I didn’t want to be limited in what I could do. I didn’t want to have to answer to tons of people and care about a million different opinions.
Cracking my neck, gearing up for my next class, I looked up and wished I hadn’t.
Striding along the walkway like she owned the fucking world was the biggest mistake of my life.
Kincaid Black.
For three years, I’ve managed to work the whole out-of-sight-out-of-mind theory, but everything was different now. Sure, I’ve always known that she was going to be Saxton’s supporter because our choices hadn’t been a secret. Initiates had four years to decide who they wanted, and the choices hadn’t been a secret. Saxton had chosen Kincaid the second we’d been allowed to finally choose. It had surprised me because I hadn’t even known that Saxton had known Kincaid, but he had. Come to find out, they were best friends, and have been best friends since the second grade.
Ross had chosen Jennifer Polk our sophomore year, August had chosen Laney Spinner just before this past summer, Stone had chosen Rylee the night before our initiation, and I had chosen Alexis Wyatt last year during winter break. However, Rylee wasn’t just a supporter anymore and Jennifer was out of the picture since all that mess between her and Ross.
What hadn’t made sense was Kincaid becoming Saxton’s supporter. Saxton had explained that the best person in the world to owe him a favor would be Kincaid Black, but that explanation didn’t hold water anymore now that we knew she was his best friend, and that they’ve always been best friends. Something else was going on with Kincaid being Saxton’s pick, only we didn’t know what it was.
See, Kincaid Black wasn’t just your average college student, looking to make a better future for herself. She wasn’t just your average young adult, finding her way through life and discovering the person she was meant to be.
No.
Kincaid Black was the predator among predators; fearless, reckless, and unconscionable.
She was also the girl who broke my fucking heart.
