Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
Enzo
I waited until Blair was gone before opening the bathroom door.
Brooks stood at the sink, head hung low, while he scrubbed his hands.
Bloody water swirled around the drain. I glanced down, seeing dribbles of blood on the gray tiled floor.
He was being messy in my space.
I clenched my fist to stop myself from driving it into the side of his face for being so reckless.
Who knew how much blood he had dripped on his walk here?
Speaking of that, how the fuck did he get through the gates?
I needed to get the locks changed.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked, sinking my fingers into the doorframe.
He turned toward me, keeping his hands under the running water. His eyes were dark and sleep-deprived. “I killed someone.”
“Who?”
“Some asshole at a dorm party last night.”
I dragged a hand through my hair, inching deeper into the bathroom. “We told you to take your ass back to your dorm and sober up.”
He turned off the water and pushed himself away from the sink. “That sounded too boring.”
“Then you should’ve kept your ass at the Devil’s Lair and ignored Daphne.” I left the bathroom to ease my anger before I did something stupid, grabbed a tee from my dresser, and pulled it over my head.
When Brooks started to leave the bathroom, I charged at him and shoved him back inside.
“You’re not tracking more blood through here,” I hissed. “Shower, scrub yourself clean, and then we’ll talk.” I slammed the door shut in his face before dropping into the chair at my desk.
Groaning, I ran my hands through my hair.
This situation was the last thing I needed to deal with.
My plan for this morning had been simple. I was going to spend it cracking Blair open. She’d suck my cock as I watched it slide through those pretty lips of hers.
I hadn’t planned on fucking her yet, but it’d happened. I wanted it to keep happening.
And between all that, I was going to make her tell me all the things I wanted to know.
Last night, I couldn’t pull the trigger and decided to take a different route with her. I led her out of the Devil’s Lair, brought her to my room, and told her to go to bed. She fell asleep fast, which was fine with me because I wanted her to have a fresh mind in the morning.
I’d decided to trade pain for pleasure to pull her secrets out of her. And it worked. Everyone was manipulated differently.
I did have one screwup. I’d fucked her without a condom without her being on the pill.
Normally, I waited to fuck my Fawn until the timing was perfect. I always had them checked for diseases and put on birth control. And I always fucked them with a condom. Never raw, like I’d just done with Blair.
I hadn’t been lying when I said I’d ruin her for any other man. I’d make sweet Blair crave my dick with every move she made. I never wanted her to forget me, even after I kicked her to the curb when I was done having my fun.
Now, my entire day was fucked, and I couldn’t learn more about her because Brooks had decided at the worst time to murder someone.
I grabbed my phone, uploaded the video of me fucking Blair into a password-protected folder, and closed out of it.
Later, I would need to upload it into our Fawn Database, along with the other video I’d taken of her sucking my cock.
Every Fawn had a file.
Only the Son to that Fawn had access to her file. If another Son wanted her for his year after we were finished with her, we’d give him access so he could decide if she was worth claiming.
We documented everything.
But every time I tried to upload it to the Database, I kept stopping myself. For some reason, I didn’t want anyone else seeing Blair in intimate moments.
I wanted to keep everything to myself.
When Brooks exited the bathroom, he was dressed in my robe. I wanted to kick his ass for that, but I’d rather him wear that than his bloody clothes.
He paced in front of me, and I massaged my temples.
This was why we needed Fawns. To calm us.
That might’ve been why he said the others had been adamant about him choosing a Fawn soon. They had seen he was losing control.
A Fawn was meant to fix that.
To put a leash on him and distract him from whatever demons were tearing through his mind.
I wasn’t sure if him losing his temper and killing the kid was about Daphne or something deeper, but he couldn’t keep making these mistakes. We couldn’t risk them. I wouldn’t put my neck on the line for someone this reckless.
While I was loyal to Brooks, I was loyal to a smart Brooks.
Not this stupid-as-shit one.
If he kept making these mistakes, he’d be on his own. I wouldn’t put my family’s or my life on the line for someone being careless.
“What happened, man?” I asked him before looking at the door. “Where’s your Secret Service?”
He stopped his pacing to look at me. “I told them to go home for the night.”
I leaned back in the chair. “Tell me what happened.”
He returned to his pacing, his hands clenched at his sides. “I killed someone.”
“Who?”
“I don’t remember his name. His dad is a prime minister.” He stopped, turning to face me, and snapped his fingers. “From whatever country Daphne’s mom is from.”
Of course, Daphne was involved.
She always was when Brooks acted like a fucking fool.
I jumped up from the chair, rearing my fist, ready to punch him. Instead, I shoved him into the wall, trying to control my anger.
“You idiot,” I sneered, stabbing my finger in his face. “Did you forget he and his brother are Prospects!”
I couldn’t stop myself from kneeing him in the balls, and he fell to his knees.
“We all voted for them to be Sons!”
He deserved more for his fuckup, but I was being nice because Brooks was my boy.
“Which is why we have to keep this under wraps,” he squeaked out, palming his dick through my robe.
“Where’s the body?”
“His dorm.”
“Does he have a single?”
He nodded, his face scrunched in pain as he rolled into the fetal position.
“You went to his room?” I eyed him warily.
Brooks never went to anyone else’s room. He hardly even spoke to people who weren’t affiliated with the Sons or Havens.
He sucked in a few heavy breaths to push through the pain before leveling his palm against the wall and dragging himself to his feet. When he was upright, he kept his hand there to keep his balance.
“Daphne came up in conversation, and he said he had a video of her in his room.”
“And you went to see it?” I asked in pure annoyance.
He nodded. “When the guy showed it to me, I snapped.”
I couldn’t stop myself from charging toward him and driving my elbow into his face. He took the hit, choking as he pushed himself back up.
This was what happened when you did something stupid.
“Get up, pussy,” I said as he dropped back down. I nudged him with my foot.
He glared up at me, wiping blood from his lip. “He said he was choosing her as his Fawn.”
“And?”
“And she’s not a fucking Haven.”
“And?” I repeated. “You hate the fucking bitch. Why do you care?”
If Seraphina were here, she’d be kicking me in the balls. Blair too, probably, for calling Daphne a bitch. Calling her a bitch was more because I was mad at Brooks.
“Why are you suddenly fighting for her honor?” I added.
He shook his head, refusing to answer me.
I already knew why. He just needed to admit it.
“What do we do, Zo?” he croaked, and I’d never seen him look so mentally screwed up.
While he had made a stupid move, I couldn’t turn my back on him. I had to help him. Had to protect the Sons.
I blew out a sharp breath, holding myself back from more violence. “Have you told anyone else?”
He shook his head again.
“Let’s get Cedric and Emeri.” I helped him to his feet. “This stays between us—do you hear me? No other Sons can know.”
Not only was the kid a Prospect, which meant he’d be a Son soon, but his father was also an Elder.
I scrubbed my hands together. “I’ll have Nico disable the cameras so we can get rid of the body.”
I needed to see it first to figure out the best way to get rid of it.
Brooks was getting punched again if this took too much of my time.
“You owe me big time for this,” Emeri told Brooks, snapping latex gloves on while sending him a glare.
This situation was why the Elder Sons had come to us.
Why they wanted us to join the Night Sons.
While they could pay their way out of problems, they were too pussy to clean up bloody crime scenes. The few who had tried were behind bars.
Brooks had done a number on the guy, Peter.
I’d actually liked Peter. He seemed cool, which was why I’d voted yes when his photo came up during Son Selection.
I counted at least fifteen stab wounds on the bloody body crumpled on a rug stained with red.
Nearly every stab wound was near the heart, but there were a few on his stomach and face.
Brooks’s anger had gotten the best of him.
For someone who couldn’t stand her, the idiot sure didn’t like anyone else seeing Daphne naked.
We didn’t want to risk his twin coming around, so I instructed Cedric to keep him busy. He’d dragged him off to some bullshit meeting in Nico’s room.
I’d also told Arisono to clear the dorm floor. When she asked how, I reminded her she was the headmaster. Figuring that out was her job.
Twenty minutes later, she’d evacuated the floor, saying they needed to check on a gas leak.
We cleaned up the scene first, rolling the body off the blood-soaked rug and stuffing the rug into a plastic bag. After laying down a fresh tarp, we dumped him onto it.
The kid’s skin had turned nearly purple by then. Brooks had taken a few hours to come to me.
Even with the floor empty, we still had to watch the noise we made. That meant Emeri had to use a handsaw to get through the bones. Power tools were always your friend in jobs like these, but it was too risky.
As Emeri started sawing through skin and bone, Brooks gagged and stumbled toward the corner.
“Nope.” I grabbed him by the collar, dragged him back, shoved him down beside Emeri, and forced a saw into his hand. “You wanted to kill him. Now, you help clean it up.”
It took hours to cut the guy into pieces small enough to fit inside the duffel bag.
I already had a plan in place, and Brooks would be in charge of cleaning up his own crime. He’d haul the bags to his car, drive them to the funeral home, and pay to have the limbs cremated.
We had a contact who owned a funeral home in the city, and for a large fee, he allowed us to bring in bodies to turn into ash.
I wasn’t taking money out of my pocket because Brooks had gotten jealous that someone else was choosing Daphne as his Fawn while he was too much of a pussy to do it himself.
Brooks grunted as he slung the bags over each shoulder.
I stopped him before we left. “One more thing.”
He dropped the bags and huffed out a breath.
“We do this, and you’re choosing Daphne as your Fawn.”
When he opened his mouth to argue, I kept talking. “If this kid didn’t select her, someone else will. Maybe even his twin. You will select Daphne as your Fawn. Give me your word, or we’re done, and you figure out how to get rid of that body yourself. Fix the problem on your own.”
Brooks’s lips flattened as he glared at me. The vein in his neck twitched as he stared at me like I was his worst enemy.
“You know my father—”
“Then you tell the president to fucking get here and clean your own mess up.” I kicked one of the bags across the floor. “Yes or no, Brooks? Decide right now. You made the choice to kill this man. Now, we have to fix it.”