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And most of all, Anna’s my best friend. What would she think if she could see the dream I just had? Would she be furious that even I, of all people, can’t resist objectifying and lusting after her?
I tell myself it can’t happen again.
But my cock is still throbbing so hard I can barely tuck it back inside my pajamas.
8
DEAN
The first few weeks of class are the most difficult.
Just learning the sprawling layout of the castle is a challenge. The teachers have no patience for us showing up late and will lock the doors in our faces if we can’t slip inside before the class time starts.
Slowly but surely I’m learning which passageways will take you where you need to go, and how to avoid the bright expanses of open courtyard on the hot, sunny days when I don’t want to arrive at class sweating through my uniform.
The broiling days don’t last for long. By the time October rolls around, there’s a bite to the air in the morning, and the sea breeze shifts from refreshing to chilly. More students make use of the pullovers and academy jackets that came with our uniforms.
The curriculum is more rigorous than I expected. It’s a good thing I like to read, because we’re constantly being assigned projects that involve visiting the vast and cavernous library stuffed with dusty leather-bound books older than Charlemagne.
For those students who thought we’d only be learning how to count our money, the exacting research into poisons and explosives, psychological analysis, international finance, and the endless examination of legal loopholes is a bit of a nasty shock.
The students are divided into four divisions.
The Enforcers will work as soldiers and consiglieres. They take the most combat classes of anyone, as well as learning the practical skills to be “fixers.” Their curriculum includes negotiation and interrogation classes, and also anatomy so they can learn to strike efficiently, and how to dismember and dispose of a body if required.
The Accountants focus primarily on finance: investment, money-laundering, asset diversification, and payment structures. That’s what my father would have learned, had he come to Kingmakers. Instead he was trained by the bookkeeper who held the job before him.
The Spies are the smallest division, and the least-trusted. Every mafia group needs Spies proficient in information systems, hacking, counterintelligence, liaisons, and security. But one of their primary purposes is to root out moles and traitors inside their own organization. For that reason, there’s an Inquisitorial tone to their studies.
The Heirs’ curriculum is the most demanding of all. We’re expected to learn leadership and control, but we also have to understand the responsibilities of everyone under our command.
The first few weeks amongst the Heirs are a scramble for power. We all want to be at the top, and none of us are used to taking orders.
Even in my own damn dorm room I butt heads with Bram, who’s the leader of his wolf pack. I think he asked to room with me thinking he’d pull me into his group. Instead, slowly but surely, I’ve been bending him to my will.
The male hierarchy is a true meritocracy. To be the boss, you simply have to be the best.
And I am the best.
I’m the smartest, the strongest, and the most ruthless.
Bram is witty and he knows how to fight. And he’s got all the confidence of a leader. But he’s buckling under the pressure of our classes. He’d be failing if I wasn’t helping him out. And that means he owes me favors.
It starts subtly at first—Bram glancing over at me to see if I agree with his comments or if I laugh at his jokes. The other Penose notice. Soon they’re looking to me for approval, too.
Then there’s our performance in our classes. The Heirs are constantly ranked against each other. It doesn’t take long for everyone to see who’s rising to the top of the lists in exams as well as in shooting, fighting, and infiltrating.
Soon it’s me sitting at the center of our clique. Me deciding what we should do after class or on the weekend.
That’s how subtly power shifts. Bram fights back at first. But eventually he caves, dubbing me his “best friend” and giving over final say in anything important.
Our group absorbs some of the Moscow Bratva, the Armenians, and a couple of Turkish Arifs. Soon I have a pack of a dozen of the toughest Freshmen on campus.
Meanwhile, Leo Gallo builds his own group. He’s more willing to take in the school misfits. That Ares kid, for instance—he’s a fucking nobody. Poor as dirt, with no friends or allies to speak of. His parents are barely mafia at all.
Then there’s Leo’s best friend, a fuckinggirl.You don’t make a ballerina your right-hand man.
I’d guess the fact that Anna is undeniably beautiful, (despite all the shit she smears on her face), has clouded his decision-making.
