POV's Jace
Philip grimaced because it was the truth. We both knew it.
"I need a fucking drink," I growled in the direction of one of the whores. She rushed toward the bar and poured me a whisky before she brought it to me. I regarded her closely as I took a sip, and she lowered her eyes. "Did you know?"
She shook her head jerkily. "No. We were told this was a birthday party and we were supposed to dance. That's all."
I walked over to one of the armchairs with my drink and sank. The whore whose throat Caspian had cut lay beside it in a puddle of blood.
Eventually, Philip, Beckham, and Samuel sat down across from me as we waited for Father and his men. There is nothing else to do. We'd killed Caspian and his friends, so we couldn't question them, and Caspian and Everett were all the way in Nocturne City. I caught the looks Samuel and Beckham gave me, a mixture of respect and shock.
Philip shook his head. "Fuck. That's not how I wanted to spend this day."
Father, his Consigliere Paul, and several soldiers arrived about one hour later. Father barely glanced our way before he headed for my cousin.
"You crushed his throat?" he asked, inspecting what remained of Caspian Junior. I caught the hint of pride in his voice. I didn't want his fucking approval. I nodded. "I didn't have any weapons because I assumed I was among family and not a fucking traitor. He choked on his traitorous blood."
"Like a Vise," Philip commented.
"Jace, the Vise," Father said with a strange smile.
It had been a long fucking day, long fucking weeks, one ordeal followed by another. I wanted to kill every single one of my uncles.
"I'm so over them treating me like a fucking kid," I said as Philip and I headed for the entrance of the Sphere.
Philip grinned and ran his hand through his hair for what seemed like the hundredth time. One day, I am going to knock him out and shave his fucking hair off to stop his annoying preening.
"You're seventeen, Jace. Not yet a man." He imitated uncle Raphael's voice in annoying perfection, including the nasal undertone that made me want to rip his vocal cords out of his throat.
I had seen the fear in his eyes—the same fear I saw in many people's eyes since I'd crushed Junior's throat. Caspian is only able to spew this bullshit because he thought himself safe, like my uncle. I couldn't believe my father had believed him and Everett …Or maybe he didn't and enjoyed their groveling.
He'd definitely upped his security and guards since that day, so he knew there were still traitors among us.
"I'm more man than all of them together. I've killed more men, have fucked more women, and I have bigger balls."
"Careful with the ego there," Philip said, chuckling.
"You've got a zit on your forehead," I muttered. It is a lie, but given Philip's vanity, I knew it was my best bet to pay him back for being an insufferable asshole most of these days.
As predicted, Philip immediately felt his skin for the offending flaw, then narrowed his eyes and dropped his hand. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. We arrived in front of the bouncer of the Sphere. He greeted us with a curt nod and stepped back to let us through when a guy at the front of the long queue waiting to be allowed inside shouted. "Hey, we were here first. And that guy's not old enough to be in a club." Philip and I both looked at the idiot. He had been referring to Philip, and of course, he is right. At fifteen, Philip is definitely not allowed to be in a nightclub like this, but neither am I, only because of my size, everyone
assumed I am older.
Philip and I exchanged a look and walked over to Big Mouth. Some of his bravado slipped off when I stopped right in front of him. "Got a problem there?"
"There are laws," he said.
Philip flashed his shark-grin, which he'd perfected recently after spending too
many hours in front of a mirror.
"Maybe for you."
"Since when are boys allowed in clubs? Is this prom or what?" Big Mouth said to our bouncer.
Philip is about to draw his knife right in front of everyone, and I had
half a mind to let him for the fun of it when a woman in the queue spoke up.
"He doesn't look like a boy to me," she said flirtatiously in Philip's direction.
"And you look like my next conquest," added the girl beside her with a smile at me.
I cocked an eyebrow. Philip, with his sunny boy charm, is always a girl magnet, but my rougher predator charm definitely had its perks as well. Both women were tall and blond.
"Let them in," I told our bouncer. He opened the barrier so they could slip
through. "And he and his friends are banned from the Sphere," I added.
The sound of their protests followed us into the club, but I didn't give a fuck. I wrapped my arm around the blond at my side, who squeezed my butt and gave me a seductive smile. Philip and his girl were already tongue wrestling for all its worth.
"Is there a place where we can fuck?" Blond asked me, pressing herself
against me. I smirked. That's how I liked it best. Women who weren't working, easy lays, no questions asked.
"Sure," I told her, reaching for her own ass and squeezing it.
"Is your cock as big as the rest of you?" she asked as I led her through the back door into a storage room.
"Find out for yourself," I growled, and she did. The moment the door closed, she got down on her knees and sucked any sane thought out of my brain. Her lipstick stained my cock red as she blew me like a fucking pro. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
"Fuck," I hissed as she worked me deep into her mouth. She is better than most of the whores I'd been with, and those women had spent years perfecting their craft. I relaxed against the door, getting closer and closer to spilling my cum down her throat.
She shifted and tensed in a way that raised my suspicions. Instinct made my eyes shoot open a moment before she jerked something toward my thigh.