Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
On top of stalking my pretty poison for the past month, my schedule was packed with class every day from morning until afternoon. Then I had fencing practice for two hours every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evening. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I had two hours of crossbow training in the evenings.
On Saturday mornings, I was either at a fencing tournament, practice, or crossbow conditioning later in the day, particularly for the Brotherhood events. Sundays, I spent my time with the Brotherhood. It was meetings in the evening and everything that entailed.
It was how I remained the best in our university division. If I was going to do something, then I was going to be number one, end of story. All I ever wanted was to make a life for myself out of the Graves and the Brotherhood, but the older I got, the less that became my reality.
It was what I’d worked so hard for, determined to make it happen for myself no matter what. It didn’t feel like a sacrifice to miss out on the normal stuff guys my age were doing. Once I understood who I was and what steps I had to take, I used both sports as an outlet, focusing my anger on my opponent rather than my family legacy.
To me, that was enough.
Tonight was Halloween, marking fourteen years of my own personal hell. I hadn’t seen much of Hennessy, but that soon would change. I’d been preparing for it.
All I wanted to do tonight was forget, whether it was with booze, drugs, or pussy, but preferably all three at once. I fucking hated parties. I was trying to distract myself from my worst enemy.
Me.
I wasn’t much for drinking and drugs. I hated being out of control. Tonight was different, though. It was the one night of the year when I didn’t give a shit about anything other than wanting to forget by any means necessary.
The house was packed with Academy students, drinking and acting a fool. The Hawthornes always put on one hell of a Halloween party. It was their yearly event. Caspian was always the life of the party. He was quite the ladies’ man. We all were. Pussy was thrown at us on a daily basis, making it far too easy to get my dick wet.
Another reason I liked the chase…
Speaking of hunting, my mind didn’t steer from my Hennessy, and like liquor, they were both bad for me. I knew her every track, her every routine, every place she liked to disappear. I knew her eating habits, when she showered and when she slept. There wasn’t anything I didn’t know about her anymore. I studied her, watched her. Her thoughts weren’t even hidden from me. I knew it all.
I shoved away my own reckless ones, knowing my sister was somewhere at this party stirring up trouble I’d probably have to save her from. Getting back at the family was what she did best.
The party was just how I expected it to be. The place was crowded, alcohol flowed freely, and music blared throughout the estate. As the night progressed, people started scattering everywhere. The manor was bursting at the seams, both inside and out.
All the colorful lights danced in sync to the music blaring from the speakers, filling the night air with a mix of house and top 40. Some people were playing pool or shooting darts while others were in the pool or the hot tub. Women walked around wearing next to nothing.
Then there was me and the Brotherhood, snorting lines of cocaine, and smoking weed and cigarettes while chicks found our cocks to grind on to the beat of the music. I made my rounds, flirting it up, gaining potential pussy, all while avoiding the chicks who I’d already had the pleasure of pissing off.
The place was stocked with liquor, beer, and food. An endless supply of whatever your poison might be. Again, Hennessy flashed before my eyes, and the more I drank, getting lost in drugs, the harder it was to push her out of my thoughts.
One thing was for sure: this party was a free-for-all.
“This is some good shit,” one of the brothers hollered, snorting a huge rail off the hand mirror in his hand before passing me the blunt.
We were sitting on one of the couches in the game room with the coffee table in front of us, lined with mountains of cocaine and stocks of pills of all sorts. People were walking around everywhere, smoking weed, popping pills, fucking out in the open, all while kicking back an obscene amount of booze.
We were all on the same page, wanting nothing more than to just forget. Everyone was always running from something, especially in this town.
Most of the women showed up half-naked, dancing on poles, brothers, and each other. It was just the way the wealthy loved to party. The seedier the better. There wasn’t anything money couldn’t buy you or buy you out of, including murder, and I learned that fourteen years ago that day.