25. Magnus
M y own house is a hive of activity when we pull up.
Conrad is there, waiting, as is Dustin.
I grunt at them both, stating that I need to wash before we discuss anything. The fact that neither of them objects, tells me that whatever they want to say is not so urgent.
When I get to my room, I pull up the footage on my phone, checking in on my little pet. She’s lying there, still as a statue. I can’t quite tell if she’s awake or not, but her breasts are rising and falling in a tantalising enough manner that I’m tempted to go down there and give her another seeing to.
My cock hardens at the thought, but life cannot always be what we want. It’s a hard lesson my father taught me. It’s one Anthony Wallis clearly never learnt. And it’s one my little whore is starting to understand. We all have our parts to play. Some of us are born to be fodder, while some of us are destined for greatness.
I toss the phone, jump in the shower and wash the last remnants of Anthony’s filth from my body. When he’s found, it’ll be a mystery as to what happened. His burnt remains will be all that’s left. There’ll be no evidence of us even entering the building. It’ll be as if a ghost just strolled in and had some fun.
I can’t wait to hear what the rumour mill has to say about this. I can’t wait to hear all the conspiracy theories and outlandish notions of who decided to take him out. It’s not like he doesn’t have a whole heap of candidates and that too will work in my favour.
When I get back to my office, both Conrad and Dustin are sat, deep in conversation, but they fall to abrupt silence.
“Well?” I say as I sink into the chair.
Dustin glances at Conrad as if he’s looking for his approval to speak.
“It was an inside job.” Dustin states. “Two of the guards, only been on the job a few months. Reckon they joined intentional, wanted to get inside Oblivion and cause some havoc.”
“Oh, you reckon that, do you?” I reply, narrowing my eyes. The man clearly thinks he’s a right Hercule Poirot when it’s more than obvious that that’s the case.
“The question is, how did they know about Paitlyn?” Conrad snaps.
“I don’t know.” I reply, but that is the million-dollar question. No one outside our family should know about her. It wasn’t like it was public knowledge at the time, and with Devin being where he is, or was, it wasn’t like the story would get out.
“Both the guards involved are dead, so it’s not like we’ll get answers there.” Dustin states and he’s right.
Perhaps I should have been more strategic, shot them in the legs and not the head. But I needed to secure Paitlyn. I wasn’t going to fuck around with pot shots and chances.
“Where is Devin?” Conrad asks.
I glance at Dustin and tell him to leave. He’s done enough. He’s already put more security in place, ensured that nothing like this will happen again. Oblivion was all but a fortress before. Now, it’s impenetrable.
When the door closes behind him, I get up, pouring a drink for us both. Conrad may be ten years younger than me, and I may in the past have treated him more like a son than a brother, but it’s time that changed. Time he stepped up. I’ve known it for a while, it’s part of the reason I’ve been pushing this marriage. He needs to step out of his playboy bullshit and become the man this family needs.
“We’ve made a deal.” I explain. “I’ve given him a list of some people I need eliminated. Once they’re gone, he can return to Brethren life.”
“And the girl?”
“He asked for her as part of it. You know what he’s planning…”
“He’s still obsessed with her.” Conrad sighs, clearly as exasperated by it as I am.
“She was his childhood sweetheart. His first crush. He needs to get it out, purge everything, and we both know there’s only one way to do that.”
He takes a mouthful of his drink, knocking back half the contents. “Well, she’s secure and ready for him.”
“Did you get a doctor like I said?”
“Yes.” He smiles, showing those perfect teeth. “She’s on a diet to build her back up. She’s sedated so she won’t be going anywhere. And I’ve got round the clock eyes on her.”
“Devin will be pleased to hear that. ”
“It all seems a lot of effort considering she’ll be dead as soon as he gets his hands on her.”
“I highly doubt that.” I reply. If I know my brother, he’ll string it out, do what I’ve done with my own wife, make sure the bitch pays. “But we have bigger fish to fry. The Esau are back.”
“What?” He snaps. “How the fuck do you know that?”
“Anthony Wallis was one of them. They’re looking to go for Chapter Lord, too.”
“You have competition.” He taunts.
I can’t help but laugh at that. I guess I do. Stiff competition. But where would be the fun if I didn’t? After all, victory always taste better when it’s been hard fought over and won.
“What do you need me to do?” he asks, leaning over the desk, suddenly looking so eager to help for a change.
“Marry the Monclere girl.” I state. It’s simple, easy. If I had my way, he’d already be down the aisle and balls deep in her.
He scowls. “Anything but that.”
“If you want us to be the ruling family, then sacrifices must be made.”
“Says the man who murdered his own wife.” He sneers.
I guess in some ways he’s correct, but that wasn’t the plan. No, I’d married the woman happily. Had taken my vows seriously when I made them. It was her that ruined it, her that destroyed everything we had.
And in many ways it was her who made me who I am now, strong, smart, prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure the Blake family always comes out on top.
He gets up, leaving me to it, and I pull my phone out, once more connecting to the camera in the basement. I can see she’s clearly asleep now. I can see from the way she’s lying that her exhaustion got the better of her.
I’ll give her a little time. Give her space to lick her wounds .
And then I’m going to fuck with her head even more than I already have. Poor little thing won’t have a clue what’s hit her, and if it goes to plan, she’ll be so shocked, she’ll be putty in my hands.