The person who did this is responsible for murdering two of the most powerful men in my life.
It just doesn’t make sense to me. Where's the connection? Why murder a poor man with nothing to his name and then murder one of the wealthiest men on the planet? No fucking sense.
I let out a heavy sigh and realize that I’ve somehow made it all the way back to the Carrington mansion and to be honest, I don’t remember a damn step I took since stepping off school property twenty minutes ago.
My back hurts from the weight of my bag and every step I take down the long driveway has me desperate to get inside, though seeing the teal blue McLaren 720S parked by the front has me somehow forgetting all about it.
I’ve never seen that car here before. Don’t get me wrong, I’m used to seeing all sorts of fancy cars pulled up out front who are usually guests of Charles’ but he’s no longer here to receive those guests.
This car is young, it’s for someone who cares about their status and likes to show off. It’s not for some old, rich businessman. No, this is different and it has curiosity burning through me. It’s not my exact dream car like Colton’s Veneno is, but damn, it certainly is nice.
I study every aspect of the car as I walk around it, picturing the way the engine would purr beneath me. My dad would be loving this. I can just imagine him rattling off every detail about it as we pass while he reminds me to keep a good few feet away, not wanting my clumsiness to accidentally scratch the expensive paint job.
God, I miss him.
I make my way up the sixty-six steps and put the McLaren to the back of my mind. It’s not even 9:30 am and my day has already sucked. All I want to do is climb into bed and turn on Netflix. I’m sure I’ll be able to find something that will take my mind off all this bullshit fuckery.
A week. What the hell am I going to do for a whole week?
I could go and visit my boys for a few days, but I’m sure mom wouldn’t appreciate that. She tends to be a little stricter on me when I’m serving time on a school suspension. I can just imagine her snapping at me ‘You’re not on a holiday, Ocean. Get up and clean something.’
She’s going to give me hell for this. Though, I guess I could spend my next few days working. Maryne could put a list of things together that could keep me busy though I don’t exactly know where my employment status stands now that Colton is the big man in charge. I know before he was kinda my boss but not directly. Now … it’s different. I’m not sure how I feel about him actually being my boss or if he’s even going to allow me to keep working, and right now, it’s not exactly something that I want to go and speak to him about.
I let out a sigh and push my way through the massive front door, instantly dropping my school bag on the marble floors, just the way I used to do when I was back in Breakers Flats and Mom and I had a home of our own.
Shit, maybe I’m getting a little too comfortable here. The other staff would get roasted for walking through the front door like this instead of using the service entrance.
A loud, disgusted grunt has me stopping in my tracks and my head snapping up to find two girls, hovering in the foyer, both staring at me like I‘m some kind of piranha.
“Ummm …” I say, taking them in and very quickly realizing that these girls are identical twins and look like the female, much shorter and feminine versions of Colton.
Great. Cora and Casey are home and I’ve already made an ass of myself.
“Ummm?” The one on the left snaps. “Who the hell are you and what do you think you’re doing waltzing into my home and dumping your shit at the door as though you own the place?”
“I, uhhh.”
“Can I help you?” the other responds, scrunching her face in disgust. “Hello? Do you speak? Or are you not capable of stringing a sentence together?”
All I can do is stare, although it’s probably making matters worse. Are these two bitches seriously Colton’s little sisters? They’re fucking cows. They’re gorgeous though, absolutely stunning