“Can you learn to love her? She deserves to be loved,” he says, stepping into an obviously protective role.
“I already do love her. I’d do anything to make her happy,” I say.
“He let her top him and liked it. If that tells you anything,” Raul laughs.
“She acts tough,” I say. “But she’s haunted by memories. She’s been through a lot… At night, she cries quietly in her sleep. When I hold her close, she clings to me and buries her face.”
“Seeing her cry is fucking heartbreaking,” Brent agrees.
“I’ll take care of her. I promise,” I say.
“If you don’t… If you hurt her… I’ll bury you,” Brent says. “Dad has always despised her existence, but if you make her feel wanted and break that trust… you’ll destroy her.”
“You’re a good man, Brent,” I say. “I’ll take care of her.”
When we get back to campus, we go straight to Charles. He is in his office with his wife bent over his desk. Raul and I stand in the doorway and wait. He looks up, and it pisses him off, which makes him ram into her harder. She moans louder, and he keeps going until they come together. When Allison looks up, she screams and nearly falls.
“Well, fancy that,” I say. “He can make a woman come after all.”
“What the fuck do you want, Adrian?” Charles snaps.
“Mark is a submissive,” I say.
“Are you here to blackmail me? What the fuck do you want from me? Don’t bring my son into this,” Charles says.
“I’m not going to blackmail you, but I do think it’s in his best interest,” I say.
“What, Adrian. What is it?”
“Speed up the classes. They prepare during the week and test on Fridays. Have the Hunt in six weeks. Then, you can cut the class down from 180 days to seven weeks total. Implement that in the future, and you can get more through faster… Then, whoever it is you’re answering to will get more available submissives, you get Mark out of harm’s way, and I can get Alania away from Fredrico.”
“He won’t stop,” Charles says.
“He will because he is going to die in the Hunt,” I say. “What do you think, Allison?”
“Me?” she asks, and I nod. “I think you’re right… and your daddy would be so damn proud of you.”
“So?” I ask Charles.
“Fuck. Okay,” Charles says with a sigh. “You better make damn sure those girls pass. Got it?”
“They will do fine,” I say. “I’ll talk to the guys and we will make sure they’re ready. Everyone will comply. Fredrico has nobusiness being in the classes, but I’ll deal with him for tests. If he hurts Alania, though, I’ll cut his fucking throat right there.”
“Yeah. Yeah,” he says. “Oh, and tell Alania that her giggling is louder than she thinks. What is she doing in there?”
“Watching horror movies on my laptop,” I laugh. “I’ll talk to her.”
“God, you’re so much like your damn dad,” Charles says. “I hope you are ready for the shit storm you have headed your way, son.”
“I know,” I say. “We will be ready.”
Chapter Thirteen
Alania
Sunday - Day 7
Yesterday, I spent theday in the room watching movies. It was honestly refreshing to be able to just relax and reset. When Adrian got there, he had me get dressed before taking me out and putting me in his car. I was on cloud nine for the entire drive to his house.
