Page 50 of Swamp Princess

We all leave and head to the car. I don’t want to be there long, so I make sure the guys know to try and not split up in the house. I want our fathers to talk to us as one and then we leave. No extra, and no time for them to beat us.

We drive to my house silently, each of us pondering the reason for the summons. I know it has something to do with Brinley. The trailer pops back into my head, and our father’s fucking her mom.

Once we pull up to the house, we all file out of the car and head up the steps. I push the door in, seeing some of the maids pause to look at us.

“Master Kingston, your father’s as well as the others are in the office waiting for you.” I nod my head at the random maid who was tasked with telling us this.

We fall into step and we head to the room where we know our fathers will have already drank with a bottle of aged whiskey between them. On the outside, my house is splendid. It has a heated indoor pool, a tennis court, an in-home movie theater, and spacious bedrooms.

No one sees the evil lurking here, or the underground room where only our fathers have access to. One that I am still trying to break in. People would run away screaming in fear if they knew what really goes on in this house.

We enter what should be a lavish and comforting study with all the homey décor, but instead, it feels cold, unwelcoming, even with the laughter coming from the men sprawled on the black leather couches. I clear my throat, making our presence known and our fathers immediately holt with the laughter, almost like what they were laughing about; they don’t want us privy too.

“It’s about fucking time.” My father motions to the small black leather couch and I walk over, sitting, followed by Rem and Loyal. We sit a little stiffly, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I hate the waiting as they look at us silently with disappointment and hate, like they wish our mothers would have swallowed instead.

Loyal’s father leans forward and looks at us. “Why is the scholarship student still at the school?”

Loyal answers his father because he is the one that asked. “We haven’t had a legit reason for her to be gone. Mr. Darrington wanted to make sure it looked good on record, so it doesn’t hurt the Skystead Prep image.” Loyal says this as respectfully as he can.

My father scowls at him but doesn’t deny what he said. I know something is up with the fathers and I am betting that it has to do with the skin they were talking about.

“How about this.” My father hits a button which I know sounds an intercom into the kitchen. “Ladies, please, come up here,” father says and I think that a bunch of whores will come through, but shock registers when our mothers walk in.

At first, I don’t see anything wrong with them until the white on their arms. I look closer and see each of them have a cast on.

“You broke their fucking arms?” I stand, shouting while Loyal and Rem move to their mother’s and check on them. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Sit the fuck down, now!” My father says, yelling on the last word. I take a deep breath and sit down, glaring at the man I hate the most. “This is what is going to happen. You will make her leave, or you boys will be motherless.”

They say this like it is a normal conversation, like they aren’t threatening our now terrified mothers. They silently leave the room at Mr. Belleville’s nod.

“Why do you want her gone so bad? She is not making waves with anyone?” I ask him.

“It’s not your concern.” My dad snaps. I need to dig more into Brinley. I know they want her for something, but I think it is much more than what I even know. You have until after Christmas break to make sure she is gone. Do you understand that?”

“I understand.” I glare at him before looking at the guys. This fucking piece of shit is using the only good things in our life to make us do their bidding.

“Son.” Rem’s father calls out to him. “Don’t forget that you have a sister to worry about.” I hear the evilness in his tone as he makes his point.

“Yes, sir,” Rem says, his shoulders stiffening.

“So, get fucking gone,” Mr. Lockwood says and together we move out of the room, not bothering to look at our mothers as we pass the kitchen. I love my mom, but I hate that she is so weak and has not left my father. I don’t care if he disinherited us, we could make it. Playing ball has got me looked at by pro scouts and I know I could make it.

Sliding back behind the wheel, a moment of relief washes over me until I have to look at the guys. “We have to do something big, something that will make her want to leave.”

“You have something in mind?” Rem asks.

“No, not yet, but we need to think of something fast.” I think about what I could possibly do to her and so many things pop into my head, and yet, I don’t want to do any of that. After the fucked up shit I already did to her, I wanted to get closer to her.

She is not what I expected from a swamp rat, and she is far from the vapid bitches I am used to. The ones living in North Warren are vain and shallow and only have one thing on their minds, and they only want to progress in life, riding a rich heir's cock to the finish line.

Not Brinley, though. She has dreams and wants a future, one that isn’t laid out for her, but the one she created and worked for.

Shoving all other thoughts out of my head, I turn up the music and try to calm myself before I lose my shit.

Chapter Twenty

This morning, I had a smile on my face. I thought that the weekend reset helped me think through things more. I had formulated a plan, somewhat. I was going to talk to Blaise and Hector and have them both tell me what they are hiding, or I would express my desire to not be with them while they hide things from me.

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