is the fact that he’s not. Fucking. Removing. Her.
Without stopping to think, I turn around and start walking. If I stay I'm going to do something like set her on fire this time. I know I should stop and think about why I'm so angry, I should examine these feelings, but I don't want to. I can't.
Corina follows me and only when we reach the front of the house do I speak. "I could use that ride now," I say.
Thankfully, she doesn't respond. She just leads me to her car. As I climb into the passenger side and settle against the crisp leather seats, I close my eyes and try to call upon the same numbness that I'd used many times before. I just want to drown myself in it right now. I want to forget. I want to fucking hurt somebody.
38
Dean
Sweat slicks down my spine as I finish up my work on the second floor and then head back to the first. A headache pounds at the back of my skull, slow, but persistent. I'd love nothing more than to take Avalon back to my place or hell just get her back in my Escalade, strip her bare and fuck her to within an inch of her life. It's either that or kill something, because honestly, those are the only two things that can calm me right now.
I search the house first and when I don't find either Brax or Abel amidst the stoned out and sex-crazed crowd, I take the side path and head around to the back. As soon as he spots me, Abel lifts a hand and waves it my way. Brax turns and lifts his head. Curiously, however, I've yet to see Kincaid. Odd considering this mansion is his father's.
"Where's Avalon?" Abel asks as I approach.
"She's here. Inside. I don't want to stay long." I scan the crowd gathered outside. Smoke lingers in the air. The smell of weed and sex is on the breeze. It's always like this at Kincaid's parties. Something about his deviancy just turns the people around him into raging nymphomaniacs and fucking addicts.
"You came because of the rumors, right?" Abel asks. "Are you going to talk to him?"
I snort. "I'm going to fucking make sure he stays where he's supposed to."
"So, it's true then?" Brax leans forward. "He's coming to Eastpoint?"
"No." It can't be true. I won't let it. Besides, of all the people in the world, my father would never let a Kincaid attend Eastpoint University. The only thing he cares about more than his damn revenge on Kincaid is the money in his pocket and the power in his possession. It's also the only reason he hasn't had the head Kincaid killed.
"Are you sure, man?" Abel's tone suggests his doubt. "I've heard some pretty disturbing shit. The Colemans are lobbying for him to transfer. They don't like that Kate was forced to because of Luc's engagement to her."
My upper lip curls back. "The Colemans are fucking destitute," I snarl. "They have no say."
"There's more, though," Abel says. "I spoke with Lionel's secretary the other day about the charity ball at the end of the year. She wants us all to make an appearance—"
"You're still calling your father's wife his secretary?" I ask, raising a brow.
Abel stiffens and glares at me, continuing even as he ignores the question. "She also mentioned him meeting with someone from St. Augustine," he spits.
"Kincaid?" Fury eats away at my logical thought. "No, it can't be. He'd rather die than..."
"Do you think it has anything to do with—" Brax starts.
I don't let him finish that statement. My eyes shoot to the backdoors. I can't see through the curtains covering the glass, but I know Avalon's on the other side. Sucking in a breath, I turn back to the guys. "Even if they're meeting, hopefully it's just for business. That's not out of the realm of possibilities," I say. "Kincaid would be a fucking idiot to come to Eastpoint. All of his power is at St. Augustine. If he transfers..."
"We'll eat him the fuck alive," Abel finishes with a nod.
"Still." Brax's head comes down as he speaks, his eyes shifting side to side as he shrinks down into himself, trying to appear smaller. I tilt my head at the movement. It's so unlike him. "Nicholas should know about the Colemans now, shouldn't he? So should Kincaid." He shakes his head. "There's something else going on and I don't like not knowing what."
"Maybe they really are