by Sofia Daniel
A scream tore from my lips. They would savage me to death!
“Stop!” yelled a male voice I didn’t recognize. “Down!”
The German shepherd barked into my face, its claws piercing through my thin sheet. I froze, staring into the creature’s amber eyes, my heart about to explode. Right then, my entire vision reduced to those terrible eyes and a set of teeth that could rip out my throat.
All around us, dogs scrambled about the room, filling my ears with their infernal barking.
One of the men in black pulled the German shepherd off my chest.
“Found something, sarge!” shouted a male voice.
I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. These weren’t Billy Hancock’s people. “P-police?”
As the terror faded from my eyes, my gaze settled on about half-a-dozen dogs crowded around the open wardrobe. They sniffed at the large bag I took to Wank and wagged their tails as though they had found something.
The same number of police officers stood in my room, each wearing black armor, their faces obscured by dark helmets.
“What’s going on?” I shouted.
One of the officers reached over the dogs and pulled the bag out of my wardrobe. Every single dog turned around, their noses and gazes fixed on whatever was in that bag.
I tried pushing myself off the bed, but another officer held out his palm. “Stay where you are.”
The officer holding my bag pulled opened the zip and extracted a large, cellophane-wrapped block of white powder. “Cocaine.”
“No,” I screamed.
A large hand dragged me out of bed. “Delilah Hancock, you are under arrest on suspicion of possession with intent to supply—”
“Someone put some fucking clothes on her!” yelled another officer.
I wrapped an arm over my breasts, fighting back tears of fear and humiliation. Everything I owned was in the wardrobe, and I couldn’t get past the brute holding my arm, let alone the dogs.
A female officer placed a dressing gown over my shoulders and let me tie it around my waist, while the male officer kept hold of my arm as if I was capable of fighting a whole room.
I turned to Kendrick, heart shriveling at the horror I would find on his face, but he smirked.
My stomach dropped, and my mouth fell open.
This made no sense. The body was clearly Kendrick’s, but the expression was all Maxwell.
A strong arm yanked me toward the door. The dogs continued to bark, their infernal sounds making me shudder, but I kept my gaze on Kendrick, who continued to grin.
Somewhere between my room and the main part of the academy, someone slapped cuffs on my wrists. A pair of officers marched me out of the academy barefoot, not listening to my requests for clothes or pleas of innocence.
Elizabeth stood in the hallway, wearing the tuxedo dress I had modeled at the fashion show, her hair arranged in a tidy chignon. Next to her stood Myra, her biggest sycophant. Orlando grinned at me from her right, and Kendrick glowered from her left.
Kendrick?
I turned around and locked gazes with the other twin at my back. The one I’d just fucked. The one with the widest grin spreading across his features.
“Maxwell,” I snarled.
“I always knew you’d be an unbelievable fuck,” he said. “It makes getting suspended worthwhile.”
My gaze swept down his unadorned chest. “But—”
“The tats?” He swept his hands down his chiseled body. “All temporary.”
I turned to Kendrick, who continued to look at me with disapproving eyes. This was the same Kendrick who had never made eye contact, now acting as though he had never taken me to Father Neapolitan’s sermon.
As the police bustled me through the reception area, the real Kendrick placed an arm around Elizabeth, who shrugged him off.
She glowered at Maxwell, who descended the half-staircase. “You slept with her?”
He shrugged. “How else was I going to get her in position for the raid?”
As the police dragged me down the double doors, Elizabeth screeched, “Officers, arrest Maxwell Deloraine. He’s her accomplice in her cocaine business!”
I stepped out into the darkness, where a police van waited to take me away.
“Maxwell Deloraine,” I heard one of the officers say. “you are under arrest on suspicion of possession with intent to supply a Class A controlled drug…”
If I wasn’t in cuffs, arrested for a crime I didn’t commit, and my ears weren’t ringing from the barking of German Shepherds the size of hell-hounds, I would have smiled at the irony.
END OF BOOK ONE
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From Sofia Daniel
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