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“Alright,” I agree, “but I want to see that video myself. How long do you think it will take you to get it?”
He shrugs. “It all depends on their system and whether I have access to their network or not. Then I’ll have to see how much free time we actually get. Probably a week, maybe more.”
I nod, I need to see what she did to almost outdo me. At least I don’t have to give away my self-proclaimed title of the Getaway Mastermind just yet. I’ve already been mentally creating a plaque in my name. I’d hate for all that creativity to go to waste.
Chapter 6
The Shades of the Dead boat is everything you would expect it to be, being named after the vessel that crosses the rivers of the underworld in Greek mythology. Its all-black exterior gives off an eerie vibe, and the man accepting coins adds to the dramatics with his all-black suit and black face mask. I hand him my gold coin. After he inspects it carefully, he gestures for me to board.
The boat opens up into a large gallery filled with cream-colored furniture and black accents. Students sit around, some mingling, but most keep to themselves. I find a seat and sit, setting my two duffles at my feet. I only had to pack my clothes, but it looks like some of the students felt the need to pack their entire lives. Some sit surrounded by suitcases, and it takes a lot for me to hold in the laugh that wants to burst free.
The letter specified they would have everything we needed; our suites have all of the necessities in them like soaps, lotions, creams, razors, and toothpaste. What else could one possibly pack? I guess years of living from one mission to the next with a single duffle taught me to pack light.
I settle into my seat and get comfortable. A small group of guys sitting across from me are talking when one of them does a double take. He’s quite handsome, and you can tell he’s very aware of that fact. He’s got tanned skin and jet-black hair, not to mention perfectly white teeth. He gets up to walk over to me, and I inwardly sigh, not ready to be social or deal with pretty boys.
“I’m Bryce,” he tells me with a grin, reaching out his hand. His bright smile makes me hate this interaction a little less. “What’s your name?”
I stand up not wanting to sit below him. I’m not tall, standing at five foot two, but I feel more in control on my feet.
“I’m Evie,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. He drops his hand when I don’t acknowledge it.
“Care if I sit by you for the ride? My friends over there said there wasn’t enough room for me.” He tries to act shy, but I know better. He oozes confidence with his posture, and his eyes are already undressing me before I reply.
“Sounds like you have some shitty friends,” I say and his face falls slightly. Fuck, I should probably try to be nice… “but I guess I can make some room.”
His smile returns as I make room while sitting down on the small couch, bringing my bags to the side. When he sits, he spreads himself wide, his leg touching mine.
I haven’t spent a lot of time with people my age since I’ve been training or on a mission for the past six years. But I have to say, I’m already not a fan. The girls in the gallery all look desperate for validation, while the guys look ready to pounce and take advantage. I feel the boat start to move when an ominous voice booms through speakers that seem to surround us.
“Welcome students of Mafie University. We are pleased to have you all here. There are a few things we need to go over before you begin classes on Elysium. A brief overview of our history; we were founded by the original mafia of Sicily. They laid the foundation for the curriculum here, showing us the importance of maintaining power and control whilst giving us the tools to do so. Therefore, on the island, everyone is ranked. For the trials at the end of the year, keep in mind that you can complete the challenge with a team. This will be discussed in more detail once you return from your first break. Be thinking about ideas for your challenge as you move through classes, explore your strengths, and make alliances. For now, we would like to encourage you to study hard and make connections with other organizations. Good luck.”
Bryce attempts to talk my ear off during the boat ride. After two straight hours of the kid rambling about only himself, I’m done with people for the day. We arrive right at dinner time and are encouraged to drop our bags and grab food. However, since that’s where the majority of the students are heading, I plan to stay in my room.
I start up the path towards the gym, my suite is in the building behind it. I wanted to be close to the gym since early morning workouts are my thing. As I’m walking, I see a huge yacht dock opposite to where our boat dropped us off. Three stunning cars are parked on the back of it along with three limited-edition Ducatis. The Rolls Royce Ghost catches my eye the most, being that it’s very rare.
My mouth falls open as three of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen emerge from the boat and claim their vehicles. They all won the challenge.
Fuck!
???
I walk into the suite to find a blonde girl wearing the brightest pink dress I’ve ever seen sitting on the couch in the living space. She turns to me with a bright smile.
God help me.She looks like the girl from Legally Blonde.
“HI!” she practically screams as she runs to me suffocating me in a hug I did not ask for. “I’m Laney, your suite-mate.”
I slowly remove myself from her grip and take a step back. “I’m Evie,” I tell her, “and I’m not a big fan of touching.”
Her face falls. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She steps back, giving me more space.
Instantly I feel bad. We’re going to be living together for a year, which means I’m going to need to make more of an effort. The problem is, I’m not exactly sure how to do that. I’ve never really lived with anyone like this. I had my own room and space at the compound and before that, I shared a huge mansion with my uncle, giving us plenty of space when we needed it.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, trying to find a way to bridge the gap. “Maybe after we unpack we could watch a movie together?”
“Yeah?” She beams, her smile returning. “That could be fun! Maybe we could make it a tradition, Saturday night movies and popcorn. Do you like popcorn? If you don't, that’s fine. We can find another snack I’m sure. What about chocolate, or are you not really into sweets? Oh, what kind of drinks do you like?”
Oh sweet god of the underworld, what did I just get myself into?
