Page 21 of Vengeful Princess

“Some student, a girl, took down four guys at the club.”

“Seriously?” From his skeptical tone, he didn’t believe me, so I pointed at Milo’s screen.

“Play the video again, Milo.”

I watched Cassian’s expression change as the scene played out. He looked thoughtful once the clip ended.

“Do we know who she is?”

“Only her first name, but her friend is Eden Kelly.”

“Declan Kelly’s cousin. Interesting.” I waited for more, but he shrugged and left. Cassian always liked to keep his cards close to his chest. Either he’d decided the girl’s identity didn’t matter, which was unlikely, or he planned to get some intel from his own sources.

The Kelly family was well-known in the circles my father moved in. I had no doubt Lucian was also well aware of the Kellys, and probably had Seamus’s number programmed into a burner phone somewhere safe, but if asked, he’d deny all knowledge.

That was how Lucian worked. All of his dirty dealings were conducted out of the spotlight, with the help of the security service officials on his payroll.

“Leave, please,” Milo said, still staring at his bank of screens.

I rolled my eyes. Milo was an oddball. He had zero social skills. The poor sap had probably never even fucked a girl. Not that I was judging him for that.

“Let me know what you find,” Landon said to Milo.

“Why do you care?” I taunted, unable to help myself. “Got a crush on her?”

“Fuck off and die, Kyril. So what if I have?”

My jaw dropped. Was he admitting he liked the vicious little viper? I snorted.

“She’d eat a pretty boy like you for breakfast.”

“She was into me,” he spat before storming off to his room and slamming the door loud enough to rattle our stash of whiskey bottles in the living room.

Milo threw me a warning look, so I gave him my middle finger. “Calm your tits, I’m leaving!”

It was time to get some sleep. Well, it would be once I’d jacked off thinking about my viper beating the shit out of those guys.

11

Milo

The search results on Thea were inconclusive. According to my software program, Thea Ricci was a 20-year-old student from a small town in rural Italy, the only daughter of a butcher and schoolteacher. She had an older brother called Elio, who worked as a car mechanic and boxed in his free time.

At first glance, the information looked legit, but the more I thought about it, the less it made sense.

Why would a girl from a small town choose to attend Abernethy College? The fees were astronomical, for starters, and even if she wanted to go to college in the UK, a small, exclusive college in Scotland would hardly be the first choice of a girl like Thea.

The deeper I dug, the less I believed Thea’s background information. Sure, there may well be a girl called Thea who lived in a small town in Umbria, but she wasn’t the girl who’d taken down four men in an underground fight club.

I had no clue who that girl was, or even whether her real name was Thea, but there was something off about her presence here.

The guys had asked for updates this morning. Landon seemed way more invested in Thea than normal, which was worrying, but he soon relaxed when I relayed what I’d discovered.

Maybe she’s a scholarship student,” he mused, knowing as well as I did how steep the fees were. Only the richest families could afford to send their kids to Abernethy. “Although the guy who dropped her off didn’t seem like a regular Joe.”

My ears pricked up. “What do you mean?”

“She called him papa, but he acted more like a bodyguard than a father. The guy gave off serial killer vibes.”

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