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Nix’s face is dark as thunder. “Oh, and she hand-fucked his dick too. I forgot that little tidbit.”
Jealousy roars beneath my skin and I can tell Nix feels it too. He’s not the only one obsessed with our Lucinda. We all fucking are. Lucinda Waldgrave is going to be our downfall and the way things are going, we are all going to fall willingly.
30
NIX
I expected it of Mercier, but Dacre has caught me off guard. I thought I could handle it. After all, to the outside world, I have no real claim to her. But what Mercier doesn’t understand is that I’ve already claimed her. She’s mine. She’s always been mine and him telling me that she touched his dick has my chest filled with a crushing darkness. I’ve fucking tortured myself over stories of her with other men for years, but knowing my friend has gotten further with her than I have made me see red. Now I’m here, I see that he’s not the only one. I see it on Dacre’s face. If he hasn’t fucked her already, he’s certainly thinking about it. The look on his face gave him away the second I walked in the door. It was like he’d been caught in the act. Dacre. The guy who said he was immune to her. Fucker. No one is immune to Sin. He should know. It’s not like her love life has been kept under wraps these past years. No one meets Lucinda Waldgrave and just walks away unscathed. No one. Not even Alexander stick-up-his ass Dacre.
“You fucked her?”
I see the cogs whirring in his brain. He can’t lie to me. I know him too well.
“That’s none of your business. I wanted you to come down here and watch her, but you said you were too busy.”
I laugh at the absurdity of it. Of what I’ve become over a fucking chick. “You’re right. It’s none of my business.”
Dacre relaxes slightly. He hasn’t fucked her. I can tell. He’s thinking about it, but he hasn’t. Maybe he would have if I hadn’t showed up. “Yeah, I knew I could trust you. Mercier is full of shit.”
His eye ticks as he steps toward me. Anger pulls at his mouth. “You can trust me, Nix, so trust me when I say that she screamed my name out when she came.” He holds his fingers under my nose just long enough for me to smell her scent on him. Rage blossoms in my chest at the thought of him with her. Of Mercier with her. Of anyone with her. Dacre is already walking away. The door to the master bedroom echoes around the apartment as he slams it shut.
I should have known. I trusted my friends, but she’s a fucking bitch who will use anything in her arsenal to get what she wants. She’ll fucking devour them until they are nothing but an empty husk, just like me. Maybe I should be happy that she’s fucked the pair of them. It will hurt them all the more when she destroys them, just like she destroyed me.
I find a spot on the sofa and pull out a cigarette. I light it up and wait for Dacre to come out and scold me for polluting his parent’s precious air. When he doesn’t, I grab a magazine from the side table and tap the ashes onto some model’s face. Not Sin. No one compares to her, but the model is hot enough that I’d bang her if I got the chance.
The last time I fucked anyone was when Sin’s ‘kidnapping’ first showed on TV. Even then, she managed to spoil everything. Not that the cunt I was fucking was doing anything for me.
I inhale the smoke, glad of the distraction. I only started smoking when Sin dumped me. I still remember that day like it was yesterday, and I’ve remembered it with distinct clarity with every cigarette I’ve smoked since. My parents were still alive, but I didn’t know that they had less than a month left to live. I couldn’t have known. It wasn’t like they had cancer. There are no warnings when some asshole truck driver drives into you. The papers speculated that maybe it was on purpose because of their wealth. Peter Waldgrave’s name was even mentioned, especially after the takeover, but evil as that fucker is, he didn’t kill them. It was just some drunk driver that had miscalculated how much vodka he could put on his breakfast and get away with it.
I always entered her house through a hole in the fence. Back then, security wasn’t so tight as it is now. Either they didn’t have cameras watching every inch of the property or she had the guard staff wrapped around her little finger. Even back then, she knew how to bend people to her will. Manipulate them. I see that now, but back then I loved how everyone loved her. It made the fact that she was mine even more special. Everyone loved her. Everyone except for her father.
She wasn’t by the tree we usually met at. It was within the perimeter of the grounds, but far enough away from the house that no one would see us if they happened to be looking out of the window. I remember wishing her father would see me. That he would know that his precious daughter belonged to someone else now. That he didn’t have the control over her that he thought she did. Daddy’s precious little puppet. I was a fucking idiot. Her father wasn’t the one being played. He was the one playing me. Sin hadn’t asked me much about my parents' company and I’d never asked about her father’s empire, but she must have gotten something out of me. Something that helped daddy dearest take my parents down.
Take me down.
My parents were already dead by the time that particular news story broke.
She must have known, must have been complicit because she broke it off with me three weeks before it happened. She did eventually appear at the tree. Her eyes were red as though she’d been crying. I never saw tears in her eyes, but the clues were always there. It wasn’t unusual. She tried to hide the bruises her father gave her, but she couldn’t hide them every time. This time, she told me it was over. No explanation, no reason, no apology. She walked away, and that was the last time I saw her in the flesh. Until we found her in her mother’s cabin a week ago.
I stamp the cigarette out on the model’s face, crushing it with pent up anger. I don’t want her here. The bitch hiding behind her door, as if that will stop me. I don’t know what I want to do to her first. Watch her choke on my dick or put an end to it all and throw her out. I don’t need the money, this was never about money for me, and Dacre lost his options the second he decided to finger Sin. Not that he needs money, either. Maybe his parents are dicks, but he’s privileged enough to ride on their name should he choose to. I could go into her room right now and show her what it means to be hurt, to be broken by the one person you thought loved you. Fantasies of what I’ll do to her flood my brain, refusing to let go.
I’m fucked. I know it, but until this week, I’d not realized the depth of it or how black my thoughts could be. It’s always been easy to label Mercier the psycho of the three of us because of his insane ways, but he’s a fucking angel compared to how I feel right now. Dacre’s right about me being obsessed. I cannot get her out of my mind.
She’s so close to me. Closer than she’s been in years, and I can’t do it. I can’t go into her room, because I can’t guarantee I will be able to control myself. Mercier and Dacre obviously couldn’t. No one can resist her. She’s safe tonight, but tomorrow it’s my turn to watch her. My turn to do what I need to do. My turn to finally get my revenge.
I step outside onto the terrace, light up another cigarette and fall asleep on the sun lounger
31
LUCINDA
I’ve not left the room all day. I know he’s still out there. Biding his time. He’s waiting for Dacre to leave. I don’t want to think about what will happen then. I pace my room in the pajamas Dacre left for me, not daring to breathe in case I miss something. I’ve not been able to catch much of what Josh and Alexander are saying, but I’ve heard enough heated words to know to keep myself scarce. I think I hear a smash, like the sound of a plate or cup being dropped, but closer, as though it’s hit the wall. There’s more shouting. I hold my breath, waiting for the slight creak of the door, but it never comes. It’s only a matter of time. Joshua has built up enough resentment because of some perceived wrongdoing, and it’s all centered on me. Nolan and Alexander have done things to me that I never asked for, but I don’t fear for my life with them. Josh is another story entirely.
I hate the way my body trembles with each raised word and I pray for it to stop. Eventually, it does go quiet. Ten minutes or so later, my heart booms when the door finally opens.
“Lucy. Come and get something to eat. You must be hungry.” I let out a low breath. It’s Dacre. I cringe at the casual use of that name, but at least he’s learnt that I need to eat.
“Is Josh still here?” I ask tentatively.
