The Four Horsemen : A Servite Academy For Troubled Teens Novel

by Bellamy Roswell

  “Yeah, my dad’s twin brother. He looks exactly like him. I still get kind of weird around him. And if I’m being honest, Eliza is just like a blonde version of my mom.”

  Shit. I didn’t know Stella’s dad and Bass’s dad were twins.

  “That must suck,” I say bluntly.

  “Yeah, well it was harder at first because I blamed my father for my mom killing herself. It’s why I was glad to come to the academy. Less time spent at home. I only go home some weekends and holidays. Other than that, I’m usually on campus. Well, until you guys came around.”

  “So, no other friends, huh?”

  “I was actually friends with Leighton, Casey and the other girls that came over earlier. That was until the whole thing with Kinsley happened, and well, I realized they were only friends with me to try and get to my cousin. So yeah, no friends were better than fake friends.”

  “Ugh, girls suck,” I say, and we both start laughing. We’re interrupted again, this time by the queens themselves.

  “Well, what’s so funny? Did you girls realize you’re only here out of pity?” says Carrington as she approaches our table. She’s dressed in a black, halter-style, sequined dress that shows way too much cleavage but gives her a perfect hourglass shape. Her tan skin glistens with what must be some type of body oil. Nobody is that shiny. Her mask is a simple black mask tied around with a gold ribbon that hides perfectly in her trademark golden curls.

  “That is pretty funny,” says Kinsley, who stands beside her in a rose gold, metallic dress with a chiffon skirt that’s shorter in the front than in the back. Her mask is a rose gold color with diamond accents which I’m fairly sure are real. Apparently, Kinsley’s family owns some high-end jewelry stores.

  “Speaking of the devil,” I say as I turn to them.

  “I’m flattered,” sneers Carrington. “So, you’re flying solo today, Scarlett?” she asks, and I think it’s the first time she’s actually used my name.

  “Wow, not calling us ‘the trash’ today, Carrington. I must say I’m impressed.”

  “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m on my best behavior. I told you today is an important party. Only the most prestigious academia’s are invited to join the school’s festivities. Representatives from all the top Ivy’s are here, and I’m going to make a perfect impression.”

  “Don’t worry, Carrie, you can count on us. You’ll manage make a fool of yourself all on your own,” I say mockingly.

  “Fuck you, Scarlett,” she says storming off.

  I feel my phone buzz in my purse, so I pull it out to see I have a text message from an unknown sender. My stomach drops and twists as bile rises in my throat. I open the message to find it’s what I suspected.

  UNKNOWN – It’s time angel.

  “Everything okay, Scar?” asks Stella.

  Drake and Jade haven’t made it back yet so it’s the perfect opportunity for me to sneak off.

  “Yeah, everything’s good. I just am gonna find a bathroom.”

  “I’ll go with you,” she says.

  “No!” I shout, and she looks to me stunned.

  “I mean, stay here and save our table. Drake and Jade will be looking for us. I’ll be quick.”

  “Okay,” she says as I walk away toward the house.

  TWENTY–THREE

  SCARLETT

  I manage to sneak away and into the Servite house, and I say house lightly. The inside is just as exquisite as the exterior. Stark white walls with crystal chandeliers, and black accents and furniture. A large marble staircase sits in the middle of the room leading to the upstairs. The sun is now set and the moonlight shines through the floor length windows all around. It’s eerily quiet as the party is confined to the outside. I make my way up the marble staircase leading to the second floor. Agent Servite mentioned his study was on the third floor, so I move to find another marble staircase leading to the top floor. As I reach the top of the staircase, I get the eerie sensation that I’m being followed. I turn but find no one behind me. I turn down the right corridor and make my way to the end of the hall where I find a large dark wooden door with golden handles. I look behind me once again to make sure no one’s followed me before opening the door and entering the room.

  Inside the room is dark with only a sliver of light coming in through the center of the dark curtains behind the large desk. The walls are filled with bookshelves and large portraits of couples in seductive poses. I look around astonished at the portraits hanging and find they are all of Agent Servite with a woman whose face is hidden. An icy cold sensation goes through my veins as I shudder at the portraits. I walk over to the bookshelves and run my finger over the old covers. First editions of some of the most famous classics of literature. Walking over to the desk, I remember he said there would be an envelope for me to get from the desk drawer. I try and open the drawer but find it’s locked. I quickly shuffle through the papers on the desk looking for a key to the drawer. I find the key hidden in a small decorative box that sits in the corner of the desk. As I am about to reach down and unlock the drawer, I hear a noise coming from behind the door. It slowly creaks open as a dark shadow makes its way inside right as I crouch down and hide beneath the desk. I hear loud steps that sound like heels clacking against the wooden floorboards. The steps get louder the closer they get to me, and I can’t help but close my eyes as I sense their arrival. Bile rises in my throat once again and I bring my hand to my mouth to stop it from coming out.

  Suddenly, the door creaks once more as if it’s being opened again.

  “Who are you, and what the fuck are you doing sneaking into my uncle’s study?” Shit. It’s Ace’s voice that I hear as he steps inside the room. The voice I hear next is one I never expected to ever hear again. My mother.

  “Look, boy, this is none of your concern, so I suggest you leave and look the other way.”

  “I asked you a question. Who the fuck are you?” shouts Ace once again.

  I hear a shuffling of books and papers, and I know she’s looking for the money I was supposed to place on the desk.

  “Get the hell away from his desk!” shouts Ace once again, and I hear more footsteps coming closer before suddenly appearing in front of me. I cover my mouth to hold back my gasp, as Ace stands beside his uncle’s desk, the desk I am currently hiding under. I slowly move my foot toward me hoping to hide completely under the desk, but my movement catches his attention. He looks down and sees me under the desk, a look of confusion on his face. I bring my finger to my lips pleading him to keep quiet and he quickly looks back up to my mom.

  “What’s under the desk?” she asks, approaching.

  “A panic button so I suggest you leave because I just called for security and they’ll be up any moment.”

  “You foolish boy, you’ll regret this,” she says almost laughingly.

  “You tell your Uncle Wesley this was his one and only chance. He will never be hearing from me again.”

  I hear the door creak open once again before slamming shut. I sit motionless under the desk unsure of what’s to happen next. My mom was in this room just like Agent Servite said she’d be. But she didn’t get the money and he didn’t get her. Which means his plan failed and I’ll be the one to pay for it. I cringe at the thought, closing my eyes, letting my head fall back against the bottom of the desk.

  “What the hell are you doing down there?” shouts Ace as he crouches down to pick me up. He reaches down and grasps my hands pulling me out from under the desk into a standing position. My head feels woozy as I falter slightly, losing my balance. Strong arms come around me as he positions me on the desk, my ass now resting against the wooden surface. A cold hand cups my face caressing my cheek under the mask. My gaze settles on him as I take in the sight of him for the first time tonight. He’s wearing an all-black suit and a matte black mask with gold and red accents just like mine. His eyes look a stormy blue as they stare deep into mine, his face illuminated by a small gleam of moonlight c
oming in through the window behind us.

  “You wore it?” he asks, tenderly stroking my cheek, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind my ear. My eyes close at the feel of his cool hand against my heated cheek and I let my head fall back slightly, a soft moan escaping me.

  “It’s beautiful,” I whisper softly, opening my eyes, once again looking into his and I regret it almost instantly. His gaze is now deep and dark, full of lust and desire, and fuck if it doesn’t send a flood of heat to my core.

  “Absolutely stunning,” he says, cupping my chin, bringing my face closer to his, his lips a mere centimeter away.

  I gasp and he licks his lips wantonly.

  “What are you doing in here, Red?” he asks, bringing me out of my daze, reminding me of where we are.

  I turn away from him when suddenly the doors are thrown open, a furious Agent Servite barging through them. His face stiffens at the sight of Ace and me behind his desk in a less than compromising position.

  “What the fuck did you do?” he shouts, startling me.

  I slide off the desk making a break for the door but don’t get far before he reaches out and grabs my arm. I yelp as his grip burns into my skin. He pulls me towards him, turning me to face him, my chest crashing into his.

  “You stupid, stupid girl, you had one simple order to follow and you failed. You know what that means.” He eyes me furiously, a deep scowl on his face and it terrifies me.

  “Get your fucking hands off her!” shouts Ace as he approaches us. He pulls me out of his uncle’s grip causing him to laugh maniacally.

  “You foolish boy, you have no idea what you just cost me.”

  “Cost you? I saved your ass from some psycho bitch stealing from you.”

  Ace’s remark only makes him laugh harder. He reaches out to me caressing my cheek but not in the same affectionate way Ace just did. No, his touch feels dirty, tainted, malicious.

  “You shouldn’t have failed me, angel. But not to worry, we’ll have another chance.”

  He turns heading toward the door but stops in his tracks as I shout.

  “She said you were never going to see her again.”

  He turns back to me, a hand running through his perfectly combed blond hair.

  “So, she did see you?” he asks, and I almost feel like lying.

  “No,” I whisper.

  “She’ll come back. Like I said, she’s desperate and wants something I have.”

  I don’t bother asking what since I know he’s not forthcoming with information about her and their connection. I just want to get out of here as quickly as possible.

  “Get out, both of you,” he yells, and I rush to the door with Ace on my tail. Before we step out, he speaks again. “You will both pay for this indiscretion. And let me tell you, Scarlett, next time I won’t be so forgiving.”

  I rush out the door running toward the staircase that leads to the bottom floors but don’t get far before Ace grabs my arm pulling me to him. My chest collides with his, as his hand comes to hold me behind my back.

  “Not so fast, Red. You can’t escape me without some answers.”

  “I just need to get away from here,” I say, trying to pull out of his reach, tears threaten to come out and I think he notices.

  He turns to look toward the staircase before pulling me with him.

  “Follow me,” he says, dragging me down the staircase. We make it down to the main floor and he pulls me toward the back of the house and out a glass door leading to the yard on the opposite side of where the party is being held.

  “Where are we going?” I ask as we make our way outside.

  He stops suddenly, turning to me and placing both hands on my waist.

  “Do you trust me?” he asks.

  “No,” I blurt out before I can stop myself and he looks amused.

  “Good,” he says before leading me to a smaller guest house. We walk up to the front door as he pulls a key from his pocket.

  “Where are we going?” I ask, but he ignores me as he opens the door leading me into the spacious house. It’s much, much smaller in comparison to the enormous mansion we were just in but equally as beautiful. I step in further to the house as he closes the door behind us.

  “Where are we?” I ask, turning to find him staring at me intently. His eyes are dark and full of lust as he takes in the sight of me dressed in my gold gown, the light illuminating the room around us.

  “My place.”

  “Your place?” I ask.

  “Where I live, when I’m not in school.”

  Of course, he would have a huge mansion and not live in it. Then again, who would want to with his father and uncle in there.

  “We usually stay in the beach house, but I come here on the weekends sometimes.”

  I look around the room, running my fingers over the marble bar on the right side of the room. I feel him come up behind me as he places his hands upon my shoulders, sending an icy shiver through me. He lowers his mouth to my shoulder, blowing hot air on my skin as he slowly runs his lips against it.

  “Beautiful,” he whispers breathlessly.

  I close my eyes to stop myself from turning around to face him. He continues to run his lips against my shoulder, moving up my neck as I arch to the side to give him more access. A hand reaches for the zipper of my dress and in slow motion pulls it down, revealing my bare back to him. I hear his breathing quicken as he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. His hands find my waist as he turns me swiftly to face him, but I manage to keep my eyes closed not wanting to look at him. A hand comes up to caress my cheek as the dress falls down my waist, ending in a puddle on the marble floor. His eyes remain glued to mine; a thick cloud of lust covering them as he stares intently. My nipples instantly harden at the way his gaze lowers following the curve of my almost naked body. And then he does the one thing that makes me break my resolve, he bites his fucking lip.

  I can’t take this agony any longer. My body needs him. The desire I have to make love to him is overpowering my senses. I need to feel him, to touch every inch of him. My hunger for him is clouding my judgment and I kiss him again feverously. His kisses are intense, full of passion, and a longing need. They are what I desire most. His hands wrap tightly around my waist as I place my hands on his shoulder. They are stiff, muscular and I want to run my tongue over each and every bend. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him as he walks over to the bed at the far end of the room. He places me down on it and I slide back slowly not letting go of his lips. After a moment I briefly push him away as I try to pull his shirt over his shoulders not once looking away from his captivating eyes. They burn with passion; their blue is even clearer, glossy, and covered in desire. His body is warm and hard as I stare down at him. His abs are incredible, and I want to lick every tattoo painted across his skin. I slowly run my fingers through the fissures of his abdominals, and touch and kiss him all over his chest, not missing any inch of his perfect torso. Tenderly, he caresses my body with a desire to explore every inch of me as well, gripping my exposed, tender breasts. He runs his tongue over each hard nipple as he reaches down and pulls my thong, ripping it from my body in one swift tug, throwing it to the side revealing my now completely naked body. He sits and stares at me admiring my body and it makes me flush brightly. Reaching behind me he unclips my hair, letting it fall in dark waves around me.

  “You are so beautiful, Red.” He says slowly and quietly. I am panting and out of breath. I want him to touch me, to take me into his arms and make me his. I want to feel him inside me, to fill me with this eccentric passion that radiates between us. He stands up and takes his shoes off quickly, pulling off his pants and briefs not once looking away from me. I am sitting naked on his bed with my knees folded up to my breasts, my most intimate parts exposed to him, while he stands naked across from me. His body is amazing, his erection massive and exquisitely satisfying to the eyes. Is it odd to find his cock so beautiful?

  Slowly, he kneel
s on the bed in front of me and pulls me towards him, my sex now rubbing against his erection. Lying back on the bed, his back against the silky sheets, he flips me over to straddle him. Our naked bodies skin to skin, his hands gripping my waist firmly, and his eyes burning intensely through mine. The feeling of his soft skin as I run my hand up and down his tattooed chest is electrifying. God, he’s beautiful. My fingers trace over every piece of ink visible to me, as he places a hand on mine following its movement. I reach the large tattoo of an eagle, wings splayed against his heart, as I look up meeting his penetrating gaze. He looks confused, curious, and most of all, exasperated. We sit still for a moment drowning in each other’s lust filled eyes, like two pools full of desire and need.

  Sitting up, he cups my breast again, his cold touch burning me as he runs his hands all over my torso. Leaning forward he kisses me softly around my neck, down the middle of my chest, around my navel until he reaches the sweet spot above my center. My body curls inside, my back curving backward because this feeling is overwhelming. I know what is going to happen and I cannot believe how much I want him. I need him. He stops kissing me and brings his head to mine.

  “Are you sure about this?” He asks me as he has me naked straddling his lap, his cock a mere centimeter from my opening. Really, he’s asking me this now as I am sitting naked on top of him. I obviously want it.

  “No,” I say softly, looking down. I feel his body stiffen and I look up at him. “But I want to. Hurry, before I change my mind.”

  A faint laugh resonates from within him, his beautiful smile illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the window behind him, and just like that, he is inside me. I groan. I can feel him in me as his hard cock fills me with pleasure. I am so ready for him, so slick, so wet from his sweet foreplay. The whole night has been our foreplay, the last few weeks have led up to this exact moment. The inevitable. He lays back as I straddle his cock, moving back and forth against it. He grunts as he abruptly flips us over, my back now against the bed and his heavy body on top of mine. It sends me to another world as he gently pulls in and out repeatedly, kissing me every time he can. I can see the emotion in his face. He wants me more than anything in the world and I want him. This feeling is amazing, overpowering.