Chapter 2

ETHAN ‘SIN’ VOLKOV.

‘You are going to kill him! Stop! Stop it, Sin!’

My sister’s shrieks echo into my ears four hours later and the rage of it all makes my hips pump harder, my nerves seeking for release.

Gotta tame those demons.

Gotta purge that evil that leaks inside me like a broken fucking faucet.

Dear Dad wouldn’t want me giving in to my demons. Wouldn’t want me sullying the Volkov name that I’ve ruined for my entire existence.

And Mom wouldn’t want me getting called by the principal about any of my shenanigans.

Not that the bald principal would tattle to my mother anyway.

He lives to please me and he should, because after all, Dad funds this school with millions every year.

I pump inside the girl I’m fucking, don’t know her name, don’t necessarily care.

Her dress is bunched around her waist, her heels barely keeping her steady as she screams my name.

Part of the reason why I fuck is to avoid violence.

Fucking distracts the mind.

So, as I pull out watching the first chick deflate on my desk like a whoopee cushion, not a scrap of pleasure courses through my veins.

I pull out the condom, throwing it in the trash bin next to me before I pull on another moving on to the other girl by gripping her hips and sliding just as easily as I did with the first one.

For them, it’s for pleasure.

For me, it’s to keep a lid on it when I’m spiraling.

Ten minutes down, I’m done.

Two seconds later, my pants are snug around my waist as I walk around my desk, plopping in my seat.

“Get out.”

Their boobs practically spilling on my desk, they both raise their heads, looking at me and I dish the same stare I give to every girl in South U.

Cold. Stale. Bland.

They get the message. Any chick who gets invited here knows what I’m about.

I fuck.

I don’t cuddle.

I don’t give aftercare.

I don’t ask names.

I don’t speak to them unless I’m in the mood to.

They stand up, giggling a little, batting their lashes to splay that modicum of shyness they should have in front of me after I just sunk into both of them.

Then with the same boring routine…they fix their dresses and whisper ‘See you next time, Sin’.

There will be no next time. Not with them.

Minutes later, they walk out of my office and silence takes over.

Except in that silence, there’s something there, something that has been reeking since I entered my room and this very office, something that’s breathing so hard …it’s hard to miss it.

Add in the ‘peaches’ scent hovering around here like mist and yeah, I think we’ve got ourselves a little intruder.

I could ignore it.

I could ignore her.

But ignoring things has never been where I shine brightest, not since birth.

Add in the fact that SHE sneaked in here… here of all places makes the ignoring part as hard as admitting mayo tastes like candy.

I push my chair back, giving me room to see what type of girl fanatic I’m dealing with.

My legs cage both sides of the small desk such that there’s nowhere to run.

Four seconds in, her shallow pants quake in the air.

Ten seconds in, that peach scent becomes so thick in the air, the only thing I breathe is it, is her.

I lean down; slowly, torturously. Just to fuck with the little burglar.

Nothing like scaring the prey a little before you rip it to shreds.

Show her that out of all the big bad wolves grandma warned her about, I might just be the one to end her measly life and steal her cookies.

I tilt my head to the side, the bulb from my ceiling shining light on the rat beneath my desk.

On her knees, shaky hands on her jean-clad thighs, a black hoodie that fails to hide the rise and fall of her ample chest, pink plump lips quiver as innocent violet eyes gaze at me like she’s staring at a demon and outright wants to exorcise it.

It takes a second for my dick to stir.

Her innocence, her submissiveness, violet fucking eyes gazing at me.

It takes a bloody second for those three things to distract me.

A second for Violet Eyes to aim her knotted fist between my legs.

A cheap move that has me pushing away from the desk, long enough for her to make her sloppy escape from underneath my desk.

I recover within a minute, my balls sting with a jolt of pain. Not enough to bring me down but enough to have given her time to escape my office and possibly my room.

On a normal day, I wouldn’t bother.

But it’s not every day some peach-smelling girl with violet eyes hides beneath my desk and punches my balls in a bid to escape.

I should run after.

But I have something better.

I move to the mini-bar pouring myself a glass of the finest scotch because I need it.

When my nerves are singing like crazy, when my adrenaline is pouring into my bloodstream in doses at what just happened, I’m going to need two or more glasses before I run after the brat.

I pull my phone out, going over the camera feeds around the mansion with a sickening hum that begs to be fed.

Then doing the one thing I’ve never done when it came to women.

I hunt.

***

Critters of the night chirp in a distorted buzz, music from the Graves mansion behind us sounds like a distant wail as the darkness that’s heavy and oppressive guides me into its arms like its long-lost son.

My shirt already discarded, sweat beading my chest, my arms and legs pump as I chase after the witch-eyed girl running ahead.

Every now and then she gazes back.

Giving me those witching eyes I want to see again.

Every time our eyes meet, I grin and it spooks her and it makes her run even further away from me as possible.

I saw the camera feeds.

I know she’s from North U, I also have an inkling why she was here and my intent of the night is not to catch her.

Not after she touched me, no.

I want to rile her up. Make her skittish before I confront her.

And when I do?

I want her beneath my desk again, on her fucking knees, same eyes, same innocence, same submissiveness aimed at me.

Run, Violet.

Run like your life depends on it, because it does.

“Sinnett!”

My eyes are still on Violet’s ass.

My legs treading in the same direction she is running.

“Sin! Christ, Ethan!”

The thrill of the chase dies as soon as a name I despise echoes into the air like a whip.

I halt, turning around to see my own face, only thinner, weaker and not in my fucking body.

“Liam”, I acknowledge my twin brother.

He looks pissed. But when has Liam Volkov not looked pissed at me?

We might share the same genes, parents and all that shit but that’s where the similarities end.

Why? Because this little shit looks at me and still holds a grudge because I accidentally killed his pet lizard when we were seven.

“Don’t Liam me after what you did today. Tristan Colkin did nothing to you. You had no right breaking his arm.”

Right. Because Mother Theresa over here doesn’t like violence.

Ironic since our father is the head of the Cosa Nostra and lives for violence, like he lives for our mother.

“Someone had to.”

Liam scowls, hatred lining his eyes before he walks to me, my height rivaling his by an inch, “You did this for you. Not for Millie but for you. You think I don’t know your little fetish with blood? Your fetish with the need to break things?”

“Would you have done anything? If Tristan Colkin did something to Millie before I got to him, would you have avenged your sister if something went wrong?”

I wanted to kill Tristan Colkin today with my bare hands but I settled for an arm. He should be grateful he’ll be able to talk and walk for the rest of his life.

What I gave him was mercy.

Mercy for Millie.

“I wouldn’t have had to do anything because Millie is in love with Tristan. If she says Tristan loves her too, then I believe her. That’s what brothers do. You support relationships not go off and break arms like lunatics.”

I chuckle.

In his face? Definitely.

“Times like these, I look at you and wonder whether Mom took the wrong baby from the hospital and plastered him with my face. Think for a second, Lee. You can do that, right?"

That Colkin prick has been after me for years and if you can’t get through to the enemy, rule number fucking one is to use someone from the inside. He used her, end of story. Millie’s heartbroken? Yeah, tough shit, she’ll get over it in a few days.”

Liam is about to retort. Probably spew nonsense about my being a bad brother but as soon as he opens his mouth, another family member of mine appears from the shadows like a creepy fuck.

“Sorry to break your sappy reunion but look what I caught snooping around.”

Liam takes a few steps away from me as we both gaze at our cousin, Rhys Sokolov.

And if my day couldn’t get a hell lot crazier, trying to fight Rhys’ massive six foot two height is a guy I recognize from North U.

What is it with these northerners today?

Rhys makes the blonde-haired guy kneel on the grass.

The guy whose mouth is tapped shut.

“Remove the tape”, I bark.

Rhys rips the tape off in one go earning a groan from the Blonde gazing at me like I spit in his coffee this morning.

“Theodore Archibald. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Let him go, Sin. Rhys, stop this madness”, Liam interrupts and I tune my brother out.

“On the contrary, I haven’t started anything. Yet. What I see however is a North U jock on my fucking property knowing very well the repercussions of being here. Now tell me, Liam. Who is the mad one in this scenario?”

Theodore clenches his jaw and with bigger balls of steel than the last time I punched his smug face, he roars from the ground, “Do your worst!”

Do my worst?

He has no idea what my worst is.

I look at Rhys, the same guy who craves violence for release like I do, and issue a command. “Break his arm.”

“What?” Liam jumps in faster than the weasel on the ground who pretends to be brave at my words but anyone with eyes can see the horrific look on his face when Rhys holds his right arm about to snap that thing like a twig.

“Wait…Wait! Wait …Please”, Theodore begs.

I tip my chin at Rhys and he stops.

Moving to Theodore, I crouch on the ground, gazing at his pitiful excuse of a life form, “I did you a favor today, Theodore. Can I call you Teddy? I broke your best friend’s arm and he’ll be out for the season.

Now if I’m not wrong and correct me if I’m wrong, with the quarterback being injured and you being the best player North U Tigers have… Well shit Teddy, you just got yourself a promotion. We are looking at the new quarterback of the season, gentlemen.

But quarterbacks need hands to play, don’t they Teddy?”

“I’ll do… I’ll do anything”, Theodore sniffles.

What a weak piece of shit. Even Tristan was a bit tougher than this when I broke his arm.

“Tristan messed with my sister and I broke his good arm. But you Teddy? You brought something worse in my house and all I want to do is break both of your arms.”

Violet eyes.

He brought in a chick bold enough to touch me.

“I…I’ll leave… I didn’t… I didn’t see anything. I didn’t...”

“The girl you brought here. The girl you touched on the cheek when you dropped her off behind my mansion. Name.”

I saw them on the camera feeds.

“S-she… has nothing to do with this!”

“Name.”

I repeat and my buddy Teddy here knows it’s the last time I’ll do so.

“Z- Zadie… Zadie Colkin.”

Colkin? Motherfucker.

“Does she wear contacts often?”

“N…No… she has a gene mutation…foxc2…which makes her eyes-.”

“Violet”, I finish.

Teddy nods.

Rhys and Liam are both in the dark on what’s going on and they’ll be in the dark a lot more after what I’m about to say.

“Where’s your phone, Teddy?”

Theodore takes out his phone fast, punching the passcode and handing it to me.

And I gotta wonder, is this the kind of scared prick Violet trusts?

“Here’s what we are gonna do, Theodore. I’m going to need you to repeat my words on camera. You trespassed on private lands.”

I hit record.

“I trespassed on… private lands.”

“I am well within my rights to do anything to you but I won’t because you have offered me something in return.”

“Y-You are well within your rights to… do anything… to me but you won’t because I have offered you something in return.”

“Zadie Colkin in exchange for your arms.”

Theodore looks into the camera. Begging. I have no time for his pleas.

“Z—Za… Zadie Colkin in… exchange for my arms.”

“From now on, you see her in your fucking way, you turn around. She smiles at you, you pretend she doesn’t exist. She talks to you, best believe I want you to bite your own tongue or walk the other way. I don’t want you existing in the same social circles she does. I don’t give a damn whether you are on the same campus or not, Teddy.

Zadie Colkin is mine now and you get to walk away and play your sport. Everyone goes home happy.”

I save the video.

Then I scroll over his contacts that’s full of dude bros and skinny bitches.

“Name.”

“P-Peaches… I have saved her as Peaches.”

I send Violet the video.

She’ll see it. She’ll hear my voice. She’ll know who it is, after all, she did hear me fuck two girls for half an hour.

Then I memorize her contact before deleting it from Teddy’s phone.

“Remember Teddy, you get near what’s mine and I’ll come for your legs too.”