Page 90 of Brutal Prince

Fuck.

I stumbled backwards as my heart hammered in my chest and the walls closed in around me. Collapsing in the nearest chair, I ran my fingers through my hair as I tried to make sense of it all.

No one knew the code to open the safe.

No one, except me.

I’d been careless.

Hugging my middle, I bent over struggling to catch my breath. My chest heaved in and out in an attempt to fill my lungs with air. My chest felt so tight. Sweat dribbled down the back of my neck in an icy rush.

The sound of the shower door closing pulled me out of my malady. Her. It had to be her.

I stepped to the bathroom door and turned the handle. Locked. It took three good kicks before I smashed the door open.

“What are you doing?” she screamed in protest, horrified and covering her naked body with a towel.

“What did you do with them?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“The safe.” As soon as I said it, I knew she had no idea what I was talking about. I left her to find my phone in the living room and rang Ollie on his regular phone.

“Bit early to ringing me,” his voice groggy.

“What did you do with it?”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. The safe. You opened it and emptied out the contents.”

“What the fuck?”

I stalled when I heard a girl’s voice in the background and knew it wouldn’t be Cattus as she never stayed the entire night. “What did you do with them?”

He groaned down the line. “Man, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’ll regret this,” I hissed, just as Victoria stepped out in her light pink robe. “If this is some sad attempt at revenge, you won’t win.”

I hung up on him and glanced up at Vic who stood over me with arms crossed and a face like thunder.

“Are you going to explain to me what that was about?” she demanded.

“Nope.”

“Fine.” She turned her back on me in a huff, then stalled falling back to address me. “I think we should have a break.”

“I agree,” I said without hesitation, catching a flinch of pain striking her face, before transforming back to the elegant stone face that I’m used to.

“Our families won’t be happy about it.”

“Not my problem.”

“I’ll take my things home with me.”

“Fine.” My mind was racing million times per hour and I couldn’t deal with her right now. She’d be better off with Bruno anyway.

It was only a couple of nights ago when I last opened the safe. I assumed no one knew about it. I made sure no one knew about. Even if they did know, how did they get the code to open it?

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