Dark Prince (Devious Heirs #1)

Chapter Twelve | Axel

M y alarm blares through the room, scaring the shit out of me. I slept without any issues again last night. Cordelia pops out of bed, karate chopping the air and I can’t help but laugh.

“I don’t like your alarm.” She says, smacking her hand to her chest. “Who uses a blasting fog horn to wake up to!” She grabs her pillow and throws it at me.

“I wanted to make sure we didn’t oversleep.”

“Or have normal heart rates at,” she jumps on the bed and climbs over me, grabbing my phone, “four fucking thirty.”

“You don’t want to oversleep. My mom will literally kick the door in and drag you out by your hair.” I shrug, pulling her body over mine until her ass is in my face. I sink my teeth into her flesh and moan.

“If you think I shouldn't be late, then we don’t have time for that.” She pushes up off me and falls over the bed with a thud as she hits the floor. “I need a shower.” When she stands up, I see all the bruises and marks on her back and smile.

“Bandage your hip, I’m not sure what she’ll have you doing and you don’t want that to get infected.” I say tucking my hands behind my head as I lay out on my bed.

“Or you could come bandage it for me, everything hurts and I’d like to save my energy for whatever your mom has planned for me.” She turns and bats her eyes.

“Tough it out little deer, things aren’t going to get any easier from here. There will be a point when you’ll have to stitch yourself together, or even use tequila to wash out a wound. I think you can manage cleaning and bandaging yourself.”

“Axel.” She turns her whole body to face me.

“Cordelia.” I turn just my head to face her.

“If you think that I don’t know the kind of fuckery you’ve pulled me into, you’re wrong. But it wouldn’t hurt you to be nice to me.”

“Oh, little deer, haven’t you been paying attention. I have been nice.”

She laughs, “Really? Like when you made me fall into a pit of legos or jump on mattresses filled with jacks. Oh, or climbing through the barbed wire.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Real nice of you.”

“It could have been a pit of needles and mattresses filled with broken glass.” I tell her.

“Those were options?” Her brows hit her hairline.

“Those were the original plan.” Pushing up off the bed, “What’s my last name?” I ask her.

“Mazitti.” She swallows.

“What is my family?”

“The scariest family around.”

“So, do you think we became the scariest family around by being nice?” I tuck her hair behind her ear.

“No.”

“No.” I repeat. “So, be thankful you’re still alive right now. Because that is me being nice.” I spin her around and smack her ass, “Now get ready to go, you’re down to twenty minutes left.”

“Shit.” She hustles into the bathroom and starts the shower, jumping in before the water’s even warm. Hissing and cussing at the water for being cold. Rolling my eyes, I shake my head and return to my bed with a yawn.

I’m not sure what my mother plans to do with her, but I hope she’s in shape enough for it. After the ways I’ve broken her body, I wouldn’t be surprised if she fails whatever test is put in front of her. Then again, my little deer is a fighter, and she hasn’t really backed down yet.

When she gets out of the shower, I check the time. There's ten minutes left until she’s expected at the front door, ready to go. She comes stumbling out of the bathroom with a towel on her head and butt fucking naked.

“I don’t have clothes here.” Her tits bounce when she stops her foot. “You didn’t think this whole thing through did you?”

“I told you that originally I was going to kill you, why would you have needed clothes after that?”

“That’s no excuse.” She pops a hip. “I’ve been here for however long, and the only thing that’s arrived is the dress you ripped.”

“And when exactly would I have had time to get you anything? I’ve been with you the entire time. Besides, I like having you naked in here.” I shrug.

“Unless you want your dads and brother, mother and sisters seeing my very naked body, I suggest you get me some clothes. I should probably remind you, I am a stripper, I have no shame. I’ll go down there naked and tell your mother that you failed to provide me with clothes and this is the best I could do.”

That gets my fucking attention. “No one will see you naked except me.” I snarl.

“Then get me some fucking clothes.” She punches me in the jaw, forcing me to stagger back as I grab where she just hit. That actually stung, good for her.

“Let’s go see if my sister has anything.” I grab her hand and start to pull her with me but stop. “After you put on one of my sweaters.” I open the middle drawer of my dresser and shove a sweater over her head, knocking the towel off.

She punches out at me, “That pulled my hair asshole.”

“You missed me.” I say as her head pops out of the top of the sweater. “And we’re running out of time.” She pushes her arms through and follows me to the door. I unlock the door and pull her behind me, running through the house until we get to Cara’s room. I push her door open and flick the light on.

“Go away!” She groans.

“Cordelia has seven minutes to get dressed and meet Mom, I have no clothes for her.” I blurt out, knowing Cara will understand.

“You prick.” She shoves her blanket off and runs to her closet. She flings the doors open and starts yanking clothes down. “Just start trying shit on until something fits, we’re about the same size.” Cara says to Cordelia.

“Any chance you have some new underwear you haven’t worn and a sports bra?” Cordelia asks, as she starts to pull her sweater off.

I smack her hands. “No one can see you naked.” I growl.

“Fuck off Ax, she needs the clothes and we don’t have time since you waited until the last fucking second.” Cara snaps at me as she hands Cordelia a rolled up pair of underwear. “They’re new and I haven’t worn them yet.” Cordelia strips the sweater off and I grit my teeth as Cara inspects her. “Nice tits.”

“Cara!” My fists clench at my side. Fuck I want to hit my sister, but I can’t. She’s a scrappy fighter and we don’t have the time.

“Fucking hell Ax, don’t worry, I won’t take your girl.”

“You like chicks?” Cordelia asks, putting the underwear on.

“I like beautiful humans. I don’t care if they've got a dick or a pussy.” Cara shrugs, grabbing a pair of pants off the bed. “These should fit.”

Cordelia takes them and puts them on, and then takes the bra from Cara. This is why I wanted to keep her locked in my room. She’ll never be safe in this house from my siblings, if they don’t want to fuck her, they’ll want to kill her. I’m not sure if I can trust any of them with her just yet.

After Cordelia is dressed, with shoes and all, Cara hands her a hair tie and we take off through the hall and down the stairs. When we come into the foyer, I see Mom and Garrett standing there. They never leave without at least one of the others. They’re always in at least pairs, safety in numbers and all that.

“You’re late.” Mom says, tapping her watch.

“Sorry, your son didn’t think to get me any clothes until ten minutes ago.” Cordelia shrugs.

“Axel!” Garrett snaps. “Get her some fucking clothes while we’re gone.” I watch as he opens the door for them and there she goes. I’m not buying her shit until I know she’s actually coming back, because even if she’s mine, my mother could decide that she’s a danger to us and kill her.