Page 20 of Vengeful Princess

“What’s interesting?” Landon looked up from checking his latest Tinder matches.

He was such a manwhore. I swear he scored more pussy than Cassian, and that was saying something. The pair of them had fucked virtually every female with a pulse since we all arrived at Abernethy a year ago.

I watched the screen as a petite brunette took down a man three times her size and then proceeded to annihilate the otherthree. It was sexy as hell. My dick strained against my jeans, desperate for a taste of her.

“Can you zoom in on her face?” Milo nodded and tapped a few keys.

Landon moved closer to check out the screen. We both inhaled sharply when the girl’s features came into focus.

“Fuck, is that…?”

“What the hell?”

Milo looked up and frowned when he saw our expressions. “Do you guys know her?”

There was a long pause while I waited for Landon to speak. I didn’t know my littlegadyuka, but I was aware Landon had a crush on her. He’d been all over her at the party last weekend. Or he’d wanted to be, at least. And I wasn’t blind to the way the stupid asshole overreacted when Dirk the Dickhead put his hands on her.

“She’s a student here, a transfer. Called Thea.”

Milo hummed a non-reply, tapping away on the keyboard. The grainy footage showed a second girl appear and then kick one of the men in the balls. All three of us winced as he vomited and shrank to the floor, clutching his no-doubt shriveled nuts. That shit hurt like a bitch.

“Who’s the second girl?” Landon asked.

“No idea, but I’ll find out.”

I wasn’t interested in her identity, but Milo had been working on some kind of facial recognition program. Knowing him, he was itching to test it.

We watched as he started his super-shady program. It took all of two minutes to identify her as Eden Kelly. “She’s Seamus Kelly’s niece.”

“Seamus Kelly, as in the head of the Irish Mafia?”

“Yeah.”

I gritted my teeth with annoyance when he didn’t elaborate. Getting information out of Milo was like trying to extract a sliver of affection from my father. A fruitless exercise.

“Run a check on the other girl, Thea.”

Milo rolled his eyes. We watched and waited as he clicked a few more keys.

And waited.

And fucking waited.

“Is it broken?” I asked eventually, fully aware that it was getting really late, and I had a class at 9 AM. Not that I cared about my education. I didn’t need an MBA to run the bratva.

“No, it’s not broken,” Milo gritted out.

“Then why can’t you find anything about Thea?” Landon asked, taking the words right out of my mouth. He seemed even more eager than me to find out more about our viciousgadyuka.

“I don’t know why it’s taking longer than normal, but I’ll leave it running for now. Something will come up. It always does.”

“What are you guys doing?” Cassian asked from the doorway. He’d changed out of his customary suit into some sweatpants and a tee. From the way he scrubbed his bloodshot eyes, his father was giving him shit again.

Lucian Forsyth was a cunt. I’d met him once, which was more than enough time to get the measure of him. Lucian and my sperm donor had a lot in common. They shared many of the same traits, both narcissists. As a feared Russian mafia pakhan, my father was the worst of the worst, but whereas Lucian hid his monster behind a veneer of respectability, my father didn’t need to.

“Watching something that happened earlier.”

Cassian stepped forward. “Oh?”

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