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Becoming what I am…
Swallowing hard, I said, “You never told me. Did you do it?”
“Do what?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“Kill my brother.”
His face turned dark. “Alas, there have been minor complications, but I’ve been assured he’ll be dead within the month. Perhaps after our Halloween celebrations, we can go on a trip together? Just us? I can take you to one of my mines. I’ve had some renovations done to house merchandise to sell online.”
Nausea splashed onto my tongue. “You’ve started doing what your colleague suggested? The one from Vietnam?”
“I have.” He nodded. “It’s not as easy as I thought. There are still glitches and techniques I need to learn to get around the pesky flags of such large transactions. I’m even considering hosting my own shop on an encrypted network, but…it’s all very promising.”
Clapping his hands, he looked past me to his butler subtly trying to get his attention. “Oh dear, I’m late for a meeting. Have a think about the theme for Halloween, and you never answered me.” He caught my eyes. “Will you be godfather to my son?”
The thought of being responsible for Victor’s kid?
Agreeing to raise his offspring, even while I planned on killing him?
Even hypothetically agreeing to something like that felt like the biggest commitment of my life.
I rubbed my mouth, delaying one last time before adding yet another stain on my soul. “You’re so sure it’s a son, Vic. But…what if it’s a daughter?”
His mood instantly soured. “I’ve ordered an ultrasound for Dr Belford. Our surgery wasn’t equipped for birthing, but soon, it will be. She’ll tell me what it is in a month when the machine arrives.”
“And?” I needled. “If it’s a girl?”
His gaze turned deadly, his infamous temper appearing. “Then I guess I’ll be a hundred grand richer. I’ve heard rumours that’s what female babies fetch.”
The urge to be sick surged through me.
In a single sentence, he reminded me, all over again, that for all his friendliness and suavity, he was the vilest son of a bitch and deserved to die.
Laughing, I slapped him on the shoulder. “You truly are something, you know that?”
He grinned, but his eyes remained black. “Oh I know.” Striding toward his butler, he gave me a look over his shoulder. “And you’re exactly like me, Mercer, whether you can admit that yet or not. Ta-ra.”
* * * * *
Two weeks since Victor asked me to be his child’s godfather, and I still hadn’t shed the slimy shadow inside me.
I’d returned to my room and purged before I went to get Ily.
The nasty habit of throwing up had faded thanks to having Ily’s heart and support. But every now and again, the darkness in this place became too much. My system churned. My guts revolted. And I had no choice but to get it out of me before I either accepted what occurred here as normal or remembered everything about this place was repugnant.
And now it was another day.
Yet another night.
Sucking in deep lungfuls of cool air, I tipped my face to the stars.
I’d kicked off my shoes as I’d plucked Ily from where she’d kneeled by my feet during dinner and dragged her into the gardens. No one stopped me. No one even looked in my direction anymore.
I was merely one of them.
A Master who’d enjoyed a four-course dinner, watched a porno put on by trafficked slaves, and then dragged his jewel into the gardens for a fuck.
All in a day’s agenda on Victor’s island.
