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“He didn't know, Lina. Not at first, anyway, and you should know by now that you don't say no to a Lord. It's frowned upon if a Sinner is chosen to be initiated to be a Lord of Sin and turns it down,” I explain to her.
“We need to find this video that he recorded,” Oakley states, turning my attention to him.
“Yeah, we do,” I look at the pile of tapes and see that there are only four left, “It's got to be on one of those tapes. Let's get to it.”
A friend of mine loaned us his converter, so we could transfer all the old stuff to digital. If any of the past Lords knew what we were doing, we would be in deep shit. Thankfully, none of the rooms up on the third floor have cameras that weren't put in by us. It's mandatory for the rest of the house, but as the Lords, we get to have our privacy.
“Why don't you grab something to eat downstairs, Kitty Cat,” Oakley states casually. I know what he's doing, and so does Lina.
“Like hell, I'm leaving!” She glares at my friend.
I sigh, “Lina, watch your tone,” I warn, “You cannot see what's on these other videos because you are not a Lord. You're not supposed to see any of this, so be thankful. Once we find the video your father recorded, we will share it with you, but only that one video.”
Studying me for a moment, she then rolls her eyes, “Fine...”
I slap her ass as she stands, making sure I don't jar her side too badly, “That's a good girl. We will call you back in when we find it.” She doesn't argue anymore as she walks to the door. Turning, she stares back at all three of us one last time before walking out.
Oakley
“It's not here!” I throwthe last video across the room, watching it smash into pieces when it hits the wall. It's not that it was anything important, and we already transferred it to digital, “Where the fuck is it?”
“Mr. Scott's note said that the evidence was here, and the letter said it was recorded...” Jett's irritation is just as strong as my own.
“Someone got to it first,” Fynn concludes, “But how did they know which one it was?”
“They didn't,” I state, “Because it was never put into the safe. That's the only explanation that I can come up with.”
“But everything was put into that safe,” Jett is still in disbelief as he shakes his head.
“Maybe not. Remember what the letter said, it was against the rules to commit a crime during initiation, so I think whoever the Lords were at that time didn't want the evidence to be found...ever.”
“You think they destroyed it?” Jett asks me.
“No,” Fynn scoffs, “If they were sick enough to rape a female for an initiation, they were sick enough to keep that video for their spank bank.”
“One of those Lords has the video...” my voice trails off.
“Do you think our fathers will tell us who the Lords were?” Jett asks but already knows the answer.
“We don't have to ask. Their pictures are in the Lord's Chamber, remember?” I remind him.
“Fuck,” Fynn stands up, “I've forgotten all about that room. I haven't been there since I was shown it my Freshman year.”
“Me neither,” Jett chuckles.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” I stand as well, and it's almost like the house is on fire as we race down to the first floor and enter the room.
We already know where our father's group plaque is located on the wall, and since they go in order by the year, the plaque we need hangs just beside theirs. Stopping in front of the only plaque that matters, we study the three Lords of that year. Kevin Douglas, Bradley Simmons, and Travis Gifford.
What we never noticed the first time we were in this room two years ago is that the Lord's Lady is also in the picture with them. I glance over at our father's plaque, and Ashlee Scott stands right between Mr. Scott and my father; go figure.
Looking back at the one of importance now, the Lady of Sin looks very familiar, and I don't need to look at the name below it to know that it's Julia Howard, Felicia's mother. She seems cozy with Kevin Douglas, as though they are an item.
“Is that my mom and dad?”
All three of us whip around at Kitty Cat's voice. She's holding a bowl with Ramen Noodles in it as she stares at the plaques hanging on the wall. I take a few steps and stand before her.
“You shouldn't be in here, Kitty Cat.” I'm not mad that she's in here; more like worried. I take her arm and pull her toward the door, “There are cameras in this room, and nobody but Sinners is allowed in here.”
