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“You don’t want to fight us,” he warns.
It’s the first time I’ve seen him like this with her. Usually, he’s the sweet caring one, but right now, the killer has appeared, the man who first captured my attention when I watched him torture a traitor. I knew that day I would want him in my life forever. There was something visceral about how he delved into the darkness.
He’s different to Judah and me in the way he handles himself, but he’s also very much like us in the way he enjoys the part of our job where rules don’t matter. The three of us have a hunger for violence and a need to kill. We don’t take shit from anyone, and when we do exact revenge, it’s never forgotten. Which is why the Lawless Princes rule.
Valen releases Brielle’s arm, and shockingly, she doesn’t run, she doesn’t slap him, she merely stares.
“I will make this very fucking clear to both of you, I’m here because my father wanted me to be, not because you, or you,” she points at Valen then me before she continues, “or Judah have said so.”
“Try to leave, and I’ll find you,” Judah’s voice comes from behind us, causing Brielle’s eyes to widen. “And you don’t want to see me when I have to give chase.”
It’s a warning. Judah is well-equipped as a hunter, and I wouldn’t want to be his prey.
Valen escorts Brielle out of the restaurant, and I ask for the pizzas to be packaged to take away. She hasn’t eaten and she needs to. Perhaps it was a mistake to come out tonight, but I won’t sit back and let a kid hit on the woman who belongs to us.
“What happened?”
I look at Judah as we wait for the food. “Some bastard thinks he can have what belongs to the Princes.”
“Name?” Judah’s voice is like ice as he speaks.
He’s angry, I can read the emotion written all over his face—the fire dances in his eyes.
“Morrone, I think,” I tell him, but I’m not entirely sure.
He’s a new student, and I’ve only seen him a couple of times. He’s not advanced enough to be in my classes.
Judah nods before he leaves me staring at his back. He disappears through the doors, and I know that come tomorrow, the young bastard who tried his luck will be in the dungeon. It’s an underground tunnelling system that runs the length of the island. There are small rooms every couple of miles, and that’s where we take those who don’t follow our rules.
As I make my way to the SUV, I can’t help but wonder what the coming week will bring.
THE WAY YOU HATE
BRIELLE
I’m still reelingfrom the weekend. I’ve discovered secrets I never expected to learn. They probably regret what they’ve shared with me, but they didn’t have a choice. I had to know the truth, sooner or later.
That’s the thing about keeping things hidden, they always come to light. But now I need to think about the way forward. Even though I’m bound by a contract, deep down, I realise I’ve come to care for the Princes, even Judah. Now I know the truth, I can see why he’s so distrusting of strangers, and I can’t blame him. They’ve allowed me into their world, and confessed something I’m not sure many people know about.
Even though I’m going to become a Venier, I’m still not sure why they chose that particular moment to confess their innermost desires. In private, they’re three beautiful men in an unconventional erotic relationship, but in public, they’re nothing more than best friends, loyal acquaintances. It just goes to show that what you see on the outside isn’t always the truth.
Black Hollow may look like paradise, but in a world filled with powerful criminals, trained in the art of deception, there are dangers lurking everywhere. And I have to remember that. All the students are the same. There’s a reason they attend the university—they came here to learn how to lie and double-cross, to become the best before stepping up to their thrones.
As I walk into the university, I wonder what will happen once the wedding takes place. The guys made it clear I won’t just be Judah’s—I’ll be owned by all three, alpha male, mafia bosses. And soon, when they take their rightful places within the families, I’ll no longer just be their princess, I’ll be taking on a new role as their queen.
My father never hid any secrets from me. He made sure to tell me every detail about our family business and how we came to be living in England. I grew up with knowledge I probably shouldn’t have had. But I’m thankful I did learn all there was to know because it’s given me an upper hand.
The classroom is already full by the time I reach it, and stepping inside, I manage to slip into an empty seat. I don’t take note of the people around me, but I can feel eyes on me. It’s as if they’re watching, waiting for my bodyguards to arrive. With what happened at the pizza place the other night, I’m pretty sure everyone on the isle knows who I am now. And also, where I’m living.
I’ve always tried to stay out of the spotlight, even when I was at school in England, but with Malachi’s possessive outburst, I am pretty sure I’ve become the talk of Black Hollow. And that puts me on edge.
Anxiety coils deep in my core, twisting in my stomach, and I have to breathe deeply and pray I don’t have an anxiety attack. There have been a handful of times when I couldn’t stop them, and I’ve ended up a mess, hiding in a corner. I know I need to focus on my breathing to keep from completely losing it now. The affliction, at least that’s what I call it, has always hindered me from going out and living my life to the fullest. I’ve always seen myself as broken, and to be honest, I still do.
But as the professor starts lecturing, I fight the urge to run and instead listen to his voice. He’s younger than most of the teachers here, and he seems to be less serious as he offers us all a smile.
Domenico Toscano is handsome. Even though he’s not as old as some of the other professors, I’m pretty sure he’s nearly thirty. He teaches with ease, his gaze tracking each of us as he speaks, and I can’t help but listen intently. He’s charming, and there’s a magnetism about him that seems to have all the female students hanging on his every word.
But, as handsome as he is, he doesn’t compare to the three men who are at home, waiting for me. I thought it was bad enough having to get married to someone I didn’t know, someone who’s from a family that hates my father, but now I’ve discovered that three men will own me. I hate thinking of it that way, but it’s true. The men in this world are possessive when it comes to their property.
