Kade hadn’t willingly killed an Unfortunate, but tonight he had no choice. Ordered to or not, that Unfortunate hurt Nine, and Nine was Kade’s. That Unfortunate also fucked up his plans. Kade couldn’t, in good conscience, force her to do something sexual after another experience left her scarred. It was wrong.
His thoughts pulled him all the way outside and he closed the heavy, lacquered front door. The Black House was three manors to the left. He stuffed his hands into his pants and strolled along the concrete path. Vince’s party was still going. People littered the carless street and loitered on the steps of their manors. Kade couldn’t wait to move into the city. No one partied there. Whenever there was an event, they all came out here, where their children were and their friends who didn’t have a skyscraper spent most of their days. In order for Kade to move into the city, he needed his father to die. And he would… all in due time. Kade was going to wait until he secured the deal with Albert to kill his father, but that was on hold. He knew Albert was in the Black House tonight. He told Kade himself that’s where he was headed when Kade left him to go find Nine. He stood by and let it happen. If he’d stopped it, he could’ve had her, but now that was his fucking loss and Kade would tell him that, too.
Before he knew it, he was standing in the Black House, watching people fuck against every wall and on every surface. Kade wasn’t a stranger to these kinds of parties, no Fortunate was, but tonight he wasn’t here for fun. With a quick scan of each of the main rooms, Kade couldn’t see the Unfortunate he was looking for, so he tried upstairs. The first six rooms were either empty or filled with threesomes and mass orgies. No one noticed when Kade opened the door and studied each and every one of their faces. They all went about their business, fucking each other into oblivion.
In the seventh room, he found him, sitting on a long table nursing his wounds. Kade stepped inside and closed the door. The Unfortunate didn’t notice until Kade clicked the lock into place. He whipped around on the table, but didn’t stand up like every other Unfortunate would have. Why would he? Kade could see it on his smug face. He knew he was a dead man.
“There you are,” he said, flashing Kade a smile. “I was wondering when you were going to come find me.”
Seeing his face was enough to get Kade’s anger-fuelled adrenaline pumping and he launched forward. The Unfortunate wasn’t able to make it off of the table in time and Kade gripped him by the scruff of his tunic, bunching it up into his fists. Kade cocked a fist back and smashed the Unfortunate in the mouth, over and over until his lip was swollen eight times the size it was already. Blood splattered Kade’s white shirt in random patterns and he liked it. He was taking back the blood Nine lost because of this slimy motherfucker.
“I was ordered to do it,” he choked, spitting more blood onto Kade’s shirt. “Please…”
“I don’t give a shit!”
The Unfortunate’s brown eyes darkened as Kade held him against the table. It was a look he saw often in Nine, the look of defiance… the look of simply not giving a fuck. “You know what? I wanted to do her. I wanted to fuck the Unfortunate everyone has been talking about for weeks.”
Another surge of rage flared through Kade’s veins. He dragged the Unfortunate off the table and slammed him to the ground. He relished in the sight as the Unfortunate gasped and spluttered, desperately trying to suck in air.
“You haven’t touched her yet, have you?” he squeezed out, struggling with his breath. When Kade didn’t answer, the Unfortunate smiled. “You like her.”
Kade hated his smug face—it reminded him of Vince. His thick, bushy eyebrows and groomed hair irritated him further and he was ready to end his pathetic life.
“Would it be so bad if I did?”
He surprised even himself when those words fell from his lips. If he was, by some miracle, going to spare the Unfortunate’s life, he couldn’t now, not after that irrational statement.
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask your father or your brother? They seem to have pretty strong beliefs on where Unfortunates stand in comparison to Fortunates.”
Kade gritted his teeth. “Fuck them and fuck you.”
The Unfortunate smirked again. “Too scared, then? If I were you, I’d use her up before your brother gets to her. I’ve seen the way he looks at her… he’s not going to stop until he’s tasted her. You know how he is, better than anyone.” He stopped to chuckle darkly. “And I hope he does. I hope he takes her from you. I hope he deprives you of any love, of any happiness, so you can suffer like I have—like we all have.” A tear burns out of the corner of his eye, but it does nothing to deter Kade’s rage. “She’d be better off dying by hands that don’t love her, than by hands that do but pretend otherwise. It’d hurt less.”