Page 39 of Devious Knight

This isn’t the first building we’ve burned in our reign of malice, but it is the most satisfying.

We waited until the restaurant closed and the security guard left before blacking out the security cameras and dousing the place with gasoline.

One flick of a match and it was all over. The building never stood a chance.

The flames remind me of the fire at my parents’ villa. The doom-filled fire that burned away all my hopes that they’d survived.

That fire left behind a sea of bodies.

My parents were burned beyond recognition. The only way Mom’s body was identified was via her dental records. Dad couldn’t be identified. I was told that the coroner had to make an educated guess as to which body belonged to him.

I ended up in the hospital with fractured ribs for over a week. When I came to it was my aunt and uncle who hit me with the news of my parents' deaths.

It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to hear.

Tonight feels like a small victory, if only for a fleeting moment.

I can just imagine what Mario will do when he discovers his beloved building is reduced to nothing but ashes. I came here the other week to check the place out and put a face to a name.

He’s one of those hotshots who thinks he owns the world because he built the restaurant from the ground up. It will be interesting to watch him try to do the same thing again. I planted evidence and other shit that made it look like he torched the building himself to get the insurance money.

I also alerted the feds to his drug activities so they’ll be crawling all over him come morning.

It’s over for him and the beginning for me and Nickoli.

The flames rise higher and although it excites me, I’m more enticed to see Isabelle when I get back to campus.

“Whoo hoo!” Dmitri shouts.

I bump my fists with his.

At that moment the wail of police sirens sounds in the distance. That’s our cue to leave.

“Come on, guys.” I cock my head. “Let’s get out of here. Cops are coming.”

We head back to where we parked our motorcycles and hop on. Just as I rev my engine I feel eyes on me.

I stare in the direction the pull is coming from and spot a lone motorcycle on the hill across from the restaurant. The motorcyclist sitting on the bike is staring right at me. He’s wearing a helmet so I can’t see his face, but I don’t need to see him to know who he is.

Alek.

He was watching us. He followed us.

I can’t concern myself with his suspicions tonight. Definitely not right now. I suppose he’ll ask me about this incident soon enough. We've essentially been caught red-handed, even with our masks on.

Looking away from him, I speed down the road. Dmitri and Logan follow, then we ride the hell away.

When we return to campus we celebrate with a few drinks and a game of pool, then part ways for the night.

The guys head to their apartments, and I go to see the girl.

It’s nearly three in the morning but Isabelle is there in the art studio, working on her sculpture.

Today she’s wearing a baggy jumper and a pair of denim shorts that catch the immediate attention of my dick.

Her hair is in a messy bun and loose tendrils fall about her cheeks. She’s completely engrossed in what she’s doing, looking like a woman on a mission.

A mission to get into Cambridge.

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