43. Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Freya
I t takes an hour to clean ourselves up.
A dull ache sits between my legs, reminding me of what we just did.
I’ll never get sick of fucking these guys.
My phone vibrates on the bathroom vanity.
I pull my hair out of the towel and run my fingers through the knots.
It’s probably Amirah—I haven’t heard from her or seen her since everything that happened with Dominic, but I’ve been a bit occupied these last few hours.
Gage said he told her to stay put at home.
I open my phone and my hand shakes as I read the message from the unknown number.
Unknown: You may have won the battle, but you still won’t win the war.
What’s a kingdom without its princess?
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
“Uh, guys?” I yell, and all three men come storming into the bathroom.
Gage snatches the phone from my grip.
He frowns before showing Hazen and Lucas.
Lucas snorts.
“Our princess is right here. What’s this lunatic talking about?”
“They are just playing games. Ignore it,” Hazen says, and I nod, but it doesn’t shake the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Party at Gage’s house. We need a release before meeting with the Hood,” Lucas says, and I don’t argue.
I need to see Amirah, anyway.
We arrive at Gage’s thirty minutes later.
Music booms from inside, cars fill the driveway, and we all look at Lucas.
He shrugs.
“What? I just wanted the party to get started before we got here. I called ahead and told our Brotherhood it was time to let loose.”
I roll my eyes, moving through the front door and walking straight up the stairs, heading for Amirah’s bedroom.
I need to change, and she has the best clothes for occasions like this.
Her door is halfway open, and I kick it the rest of the way.
Darkness meets me, and I flick on the light.
“Amirah?” I sing out, but I’m met with nothing but silence.
I move farther into her room.
Her bed is a mess, the duvet all tangled to one side.
She must be in the bathroom.
The lights are on in the en suite, so I slowly make my way there.
“You in here?” I say, before pushing the door open.
I scream, covering my mouth with my hand.
Broken glass is scattered all over the floor.
There’s so much blood, and in bright-red letters, scrawled on the mirror, are four terrifying words:
The princess is mine .