Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Enzo
I peeled the bloody glove off my hand and stared into the dead professor’s eyes. The woman across from him in the room had been dead for longer.
The woman’s blood wasn’t on my hands, per se. She’d been Blair’s roommate at her previous university. The one who’d thrown her under the bus, lied, and made my precious Fawn sad.
Only I was allowed to make my Fawn sad.
Scanning the dining room, I eyed my work with pride. I always loved when a good plan came together.
The professor’s home conveniently had two marble pillars dividing the dining room from the living area.
Earlier, after I’d walked in on him face-fucking her, I dragged their naked bodies out of bed and tied each one to a pillar so they faced each other.
After handing them each a gun, I explained that only one of them would leave the house alive.
If they wanted to live, they had to shoot the other person.
I gave them an hour, left the room, and ate a bowl of Cap’n Crunch in his kitchen while I waited. When I heard the gunshot, I grinned and dropped the spoon in the bowl.
The woman’s body was slumped against the now-blood-smeared pillar. Blood dripped onto her hair and pooled beneath her.
I knew the professor would be the first to shoot. It was what pussies like him did.
“There,” the professor had said, his hands shaking as he stared up at me. “Now, let me go.”
I had laughed out loud—a rarity for me—and said, “Compliments of Blair, you creepy fucking bastard,” before shooting him in the head, straight between his dimwitted eyes.
Afterward, I wiped down every surface I might’ve touched and staged the scene. Once I was certain there was no trace of me left behind, I dropped the suicide note I’d forced the professor to write before tying him and the woman up beside his body and left.
A private jet was waiting for me at the airport to take me back to New York.
I’d spent the past few days cleaning up the crimes I’d committed against those who’d hurt Blair. And by cleanup, I meant each person I’d found was either no longer breathing or lost everything when I unveiled their secrets.
Returning to New York didn’t mean I was finished. More people were still on that list. I also was figuring out the identity of some of them.
And I would, no matter how much work it took.
I never left my business unfinished.
After stepping onto the private jet and making myself comfortable, I checked my phone and snarled in disappointment.
I’d hoped my last text to Blair would’ve tempted her to challenge me and send me a video of her playing with her pussy. It’d have been a satisfying way to end my day of murdering.
As the jet door closed and the pilot muttered bullshit through the speakers, I lowered my phone’s volume and opened my private folder, typing in the password. My tongue dragged slowly across my lips as the video of me fucking Blair from behind filled the screen.
My cock twitched, and I lowered my free hand to my pants, squeezing my dick through the fabric as I listened to her moans and groans.
She’s so fucking hot.
So perfect.
My foot tapped as I kept squeezing my erection, seeing the blood smears on my cock as it came out of her pussy. I loved the evidence that I was the first man to tear through her.
I frowned, pausing the video, and cursed myself for not recording while fucking her missionary. Jealous heat burned inside me as I wished I could see her face while I plunged inside her. I wanted the reminder of what her lips had looked like as they formed her perfect moans.
Why do I want to see her like that?
I’d never cared before.
There was always talk about the Night Sons falling for their Fawns. Becoming obsessed with them. While I knew a few who had, I’d never fallen victim to that particular curse.
I cared about very few, but not random women who meant nothing to me.
I shook my head and closed the video.
Four years at Saint Vale had made everything so predictable. Uneventful. My boredom was probably messing with my head, trying to convince me I liked this Fawn more than the others.
That she meant something to me.
To get my mind off Blair, I texted Brooks.
Me: Did you talk to the Elders yet?
He needed to tell them he had chosen Daphne so her Initiation could start. And if he tried to go back on his word, we’d have problems.
I closed out of his message thread and texted Nico next.
Me: Get your pussy ass up. I still need that information from you.
I closed out of that thread and texted the friend who’d loaned me the jet. He always owed me favors because, like Brooks, he didn’t like to get his hands dirty. Fortunately, he had plenty of money to pay me to get mine a little bloody.
Me: On the jet now. Thanks, man.
I glanced up when someone cleared their throat. The flight attendant stood there, unbuttoning her blouse and hiking up her skirt in a silent invitation.
As she licked her lips, I glared at her.
I’d fucked this one a few times. She gave decent head, but her moans grated on my nerves. The last time I’d fucked her, I’d shoved a napkin in her mouth to get her to shut the fuck up.
They were nothing like Blair’s sweet whimpers.
They didn’t make me want to fuck her into oblivion for the next fucking century.
“Button up your shirt and fetch me a drink,” I said dismissively.
She stumbled back a step, confusion flashing across her face as she tilted her head.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “A drink. Bourbon. On the fucking rocks.”
She turned and sauntered toward the bar, deliberately swaying her hips as she poured. When she glanced back, she even gave a slow little roll of her hips to get a reaction out of me.
She didn’t, which only made her try harder.
When she returned with my drink, I muttered a simple, “Thanks,” and waved her away.
She stepped closer, and I turned away, not giving her the attention she was looking for. My teeth clenched when she stepped closer, a smug smile on her face, and straddled my lap.
I took a slow gulp of bourbon before tossing the rest in her face.
“Get the fuck out of my lap,” I ground out as she stared at me with wide eyes.
Liquor ran down her eyelashes and over her cheeks, but that didn’t stop her from pressing down and grinding against my cock.
I shoved her off my lap. “Try that again, and I’ll hit the emergency button and throw you out the window.”
She hauled herself up and flipped me off with both hands. “Make your own drinks then, asshole.”
She stormed off and slammed the door leading to the cockpit.
Give it ten minutes, and she’d be sucking off the pilot.
That was what had happened the last time I used her on this jet.
That was her role on this jet. She fucked whoever was on it, and that was why she was paid so well. Sometimes I participated, because why not?
But today, I couldn’t even touch someone else without thinking about Blair.
It seemed the high altitude was fucking with my rationality because not only was I turning down pussy, but I couldn’t stop myself from reopening the video of Blair.
I grabbed my AirPods and slipped them in. No one else deserved to hear those sounds from her.
For the rest of my flight, I watched the video on repeat.
I couldn’t wait to get back to Saint Vale. Couldn’t wait to get back to her.
I was ready to kill who texted me for interrupting my video, until I saw who it was from.
My Fawn was missing me—that much was clear.
I couldn’t stop a grin from forming.
Beside her name, I had a little deer emoji. And, fuck, I never used emojis, except for the middle-finger one.
Fawn: Still waiting for you to confirm you deleted that video.
I immediately replied.
Me: Still waiting for you to send me a video to replace it with.
I winced, remembering again that I needed to upload the video into our Database, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
No one else had to see it. I could withhold the password, but there was still a chance they could figure out a way to access it. I wouldn’t risk any other motherfucker having their eyes on Blair’s sweet pussy.
Fawn: Where are you?
So curious.
I almost asked where she was, but stopped myself. She needed to believe I knew what she was doing every second of the day.
To further make her question and miss me, I tucked my phone into my pocket, hit the button to alert the flight attendant, and told her to stop sucking cock because I needed another drink.
No other woman compared to my Fawn.
And now, that was a fear I had.
If no one compared to her, how was I supposed to release her into the wild when it was time?