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My heart flutters in my chest as I stare up at the dark, intimidating building. Its cold stone and harsh lines only foreshadow what’s waiting for me inside. The columns that flank the entryway all along the many meters of facade only add to its imposing effect.I swallow hard, realizing I’m about to enroll in a school full of the spawn of murderous criminals who are probably exactly like my parents. “Please don’t leave me here, mother,” I say, pleading at her with my eyes.Her expression hardens as she glares at me with no emotion whatsoever. “The Syndicate Academy is the perfect place for you to learn discipline, Eva.” She tucks a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. “You need to learn what kind of behavior we expect of you as the sole heir to the Carmichael Clan.” I hate when my mother calls me the sole heir, as all it does is remind me of my loss–our loss, and yet the way she says it, you’d think her child wasn’t dead and buried.Karl, my older brother, died two years ago. Unli

My nails bite into my palm as I clench my hands tightly, using the dull pain to control myself. There’s a sinister part of me that craves to reach out, snatch Angela by her stupid ponytail, yank her over to me, and wrap my hands around her throat until I crush the life out of her right in front of her daughter.I close my eyes, drawing in a deep, calming breath. The mental picture of her life slipping from her eyes as I choke her while her daughter watches is satisfying, but it’s not time.There’s a simmering inferno building under my skin, provoking the beast that lies in wait. Vengeance has never been this close. I can practically taste it on my tongue, but killing her here and now wouldn’t come close to making her suffer enough.Nothing short of deliberately and painfully torturing her and her husband will suffice. When I’ve had my fun, I’ll delight in obliterating the Carmichael family from the face of this earth.“If that’s all.” She glances at her daughter. “Eva has a suitcase o

A knock at my door forces me to sit up straight. “Who is it?” I wonder if principal Byrne has returned, remembering his warning not to open the door.He’s the scariest man I’ve ever met, and I’ve met some nasty characters through my parents’ work, but he’s also the most beautiful man.“It’s your next-door neighbor,” a voice calls back.I stand and approach the door, considering opening it after Oak’s warning. “Oh, what do you want?” I ask.“I wanted to introduce myself. I’m on your left. There is a moment of silence.My brow furrows as I speculate why Principal Bryne would advise me not to open the door. If I wish to fit in, I have to be friendly, and refusing to open the door isn’t a good way to make acquaintances.I open the door to a small, pretty girl with red hair. “Hey.”She smirks. “Hi, you’re Eva Carmichael, right?”I clench my jaw and nod. “Yes, who are you?”“Jeanie Doyle,” she says, holding out a hand for me to shake.I regard it anxiously. “As in Doyle from Chicago?” I ask

OakleyIt's not uncommon that I'm ringing the parents of new pupils on the first morning to report an incident, but I can't understand why I have to for Eva. I warned her not to open the door, yet she ignored my warning. Running a hand through my hair, I pick up the phone on my desk and dial Jamie Carmichael's number. I grip the plastic so hard I'm surprised it doesn't snap in two. The dial tone rings, and within a few moments, Jamie Carmichael answers. "Hello." I'd recognize his voice anywhere. "Mr. Carmichael." I clear my throat. "It's Principal Byrne from the Syndicate Academy."Hesighs. "Oh, for God's sake. What's she done now?" I clench my free fist, suppressing a growl thatattempts to break free. Eva is nothing like the other students–she's innocent,considering she's the daughter of two of the most dreadful people I've evermet. "A few girls attacked Eva in her dorm. She's inthe hospital at the moment as she sustained a knife wound to her left leg, acracked rib, and some supe

Her cheeks are flushed a deep crimson as she watches me, her lips slightly parting as our gazes remain locked.I swallow hard and grab the black thong, kneeling before her.The position makes it impossible not to imagine forcing my mouth to her center while I make her scream my name. I push the thoughts from my mind and lightly lift her wounded leg first.Eva winces, proving she couldn’t have dressed alone. Bending over would have been trouble enough, especially with her bruised ribs.I slide the fabric over her left ankle and then her right before gently pulling them up her thick thighs. My cock is hard and throbbing with need as my fingers skim over her soft porcelain skin. When I get them to the top of her thighs, Eva grabs my hands in hers, eyes wide. Her tongue wets her bottom lip. “I think I can handle it from here, sir,” she murmurs.I clench my jaw, wishing she hadn’t stopped me. All I want is to slide my finger through her center and feel how wet she is. The way she shudders