Page 423 of Master of My Life

he pushed himself to his knees and looked up at Damian, eyes bright with devotion. “My Lord and

Master,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Damian grinned. “I have a task for you.”

“Anything, my lord.”

“Kill the vice president.” He handed Hale a handgun and motioned to the grass. Normally, he

would have done it himself, but the president assassinating his second in command in front of

everyone was a show of Damian’s power he couldn’t resist.

President Hale, naked with his face covered in his own cum, walked down the steps and stopped

in front of Vice President Ross Peters, and held out the gun.

The Vice President’s eyes widened and he held up his hands. “Daniel, what are you doing?”

“Pleasing my Master,” the president said, his face twisted into a sick smile.

A second later a gunshot echoed throughout the Gathering site and beyond.

Chase and the others froze as the gunshot rang out around them. They looked at each other and hurried

back to their hiding place. President Hale stood over a collapsed body holding a handgun.

Seth used his binoculars. “Holy shit. I think President Hale shot Vice President Peters.”

Chase grabbed the binoculars. Sure enough, the Vice President had slumped over, a bleeding hole

in the side of his head. He shivered. “But why?”

“Show of power, maybe?” Seth asked.

“Most likely.” Alex frowned. “I do not think even Devin would have done that.”

Seth shook his head. “This isn’t Damian’s country. Not really. Not if he’s really that Vamar guy.”

“We need to tell the others what happened.” Alex turned and hurried back to camp with the others

following.

Alex went directly to the meeting tent where the Elders still sat, talking.

Chase sat down next to Lance at the fire, his mind whirring with what he’d seen at the Gathering

site. The bloody image of the vice president made him shudder.

He rubbed his face, trying to make sense of it all. Was there anything they could do to stop this?

Maybe kill everyone at the Gathering, but that wouldn’t stop Damian. He’d just find new followers.

But if there weren’t Elders in the world . . .

“Chase!”

Chase looked up to see Alex motioning to him from the meeting tent. He glanced at Lance as he

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