The Four Horsemen : A Servite Academy For Troubled Teens Novel

by Bellamy Roswell

  “You won’t be needing that.” He pushes open my legs, leaving me exposed to the cold air that surrounds us. I moan as a cool breeze grazes my heated flesh causing me to nearly cum without his hand on me. Just with the lustful look in his eyes and the harsh breeze floating through me.

  “Ace, please.”

  “Tell me what you need, baby.” His hot breath igniting something deep within me as he whispers in my ear.

  “I want your hands on me, I want your fingers in me spreading me wider. I want your mouth on me as you lick me over and over with your tongue, tasting me, savoring me.”

  His eyes are nearly eating me alive as he watches me without so much as a blink.

  “Fuck, Scarlett.”

  He moans as he drops down placing his mouth on my heated center, his fingers gripping my thighs leaving deep indentations in their wake. My head falls back as he devours me like a starved wild animal who’s just had their first taste of meat in years. He licks me, laps me over and over, bringing me to the edge time and time again, but stopping just before I climax only to bring me there once more. His fingers join his mouth stretching me, filling me as I ride his tongue to an earth-shattering orgasm.

  “Fuuckk,” I scream into the darkness of the night, my body convulsing while my back arches off the hood of his car.

  He brings his mouth back to mine and I can taste my arousal on his tongue. It’s dirty, crass, but oh so invigorating.

  “What are you doing to me?” he whispers against my lips as he kisses me softly.

  He’s never been gentle with me. Our kisses have always been exhilarating, passionate, and explosive. But this, this is a gentle caress of his lips against mine. This moment feels different. Our attraction, our chemistry has always been obvious. But this, this feels intimate. Like our souls have been intertwined together, the need to have each other close evident in his kisses. It’s as if he’s confessing his deepest, darkest sins, asking for forgiveness. For penance.

  “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you. I’m not a good man, Scarlett, I’ve never claimed to be. But when I’m with you, when I’m near you,” he pauses cupping my chin in his palm. “The only thing I want to do is to be enough for you.”

  “You are enough, more than enough. Ace, I’ve never felt this with anyone, this electrifying sensation when we’re together, this desperate need when you are close by. You’re all I can think about, all I want to think about.”

  “There’s so much you still don’t know. I shouldn’t, we shouldn’t.” He runs a hand through his hair clearly exasperated. “You are an angel, and I am a sinner. We’re night and day, good versus evil, right versus wrong. Our relationship is destined to fail, destined for tragedy.”

  “All the best ones are,” I say, reaching up to take his face in mine. I close my eyes, leaning forward and place a soft kiss upon his lips. I can feel his heartbeat quicken, as my chest rests closely on his. Pulling back I open my eyes and notice his are still closed, a look of torment, pain and despair etched onto his face. Without opening his eyes he pulls me back to him, sealing my lips with his in a tantalizing kiss.

  Suddenly his phone buzzes in his pocket causing him to pull back from me. He pulls it out, turning away to answer it.

  “Servite,” he answers, in a monotone voice. “Yes. We’re on our way.” He hangs up just as quickly as he answered, taking a little longer to turn to me. “My uncle is expecting us,” he says, and just like that our moment is lost.

  I jump off the hood pulling my dress down and smoothing it out over my body. I look to the ground where my thong lays torn in half. Shaking my head, I open the door settling into the passenger seat as I fix my makeup. Luckily, I packed my lipstick in my purse. A moment later he climbs into the driver seat and without a word, drives us toward Servite Manor.

  The ride is long and silent as we drive through the dark winding hills leading us to the property. I’ve managed to keep my gaze focused out the window but can feel his eyes on me, constantly watching me, trying to figure out what I’m thinking. As we pull up to the property, two guards quickly walk over to open the steel gates leading us inside. Instantly, the mansion comes into view in all its glory, decorated in bright red and yellow lights twinkling in the darkness. Christmas is less than a month away and I’m told the Servites also host a raging New Year’s Eve Party. It’s a breathtakingly beautiful sight. Ace drives up to the winding driveway, and as he parks the car and turns off the ignition, I’m flooded with memories of the last time I was here. My body instantly heats remembering how Ace and I slept together for the first time here the night of the masquerade ball, while I was still with Drake. It doesn’t last long, as the memory of why I am here comes back to me when I see a dark figure standing in an upstairs window. I stay in the car as Ace climbs out, rounding the hood and opening the door for me, reaching his hand out for me to grasp as he helps me out. I reluctantly take it but let go as soon as I’m out and standing on my own. He chuckles slightly but straightens up when two guards appear at the front of the steps leading us to the front door. He reaches his arm out for me to take but I stare at him without so much as breathing.

  “Take it, Red, we’re already late.”

  I scoff at his order but place my hand in his, nonetheless. I need to survive tonight and I’m afraid that means that for once, I need to do exactly as I’m told.

  He leads me up the steps and into the mansion as the two guards follow closely behind. The inside is also decorated brightly in red and white drapes, covered in twinkling lights and glimmering chandeliers.

  “Please follow me,” says one of the guards as he leads us down the hall into a living area located to the right of the foyer. Two plush black couches are perfectly placed in the middle of the room, a large bar on the far left, and a large Christmas tree in the middle of the floor length window facing the back of the property.

  “The Master will be with you shortly,” he adds as they disappear through another door on the right.

  “Would you like a drink?” asks Ace, letting go of my arm and walking over to the bar.

  I shake my head without a response, but he smiles softly.

  “Trust me, you’re going to need it,” he says as he pours a golden liquid into two glasses walking back over and handing me one. I take it from him bringing it to my lips but don’t take a sip just yet. Instead, I hold it in my hand swirling the liquid gently as I bring my gaze back to him.

  “Why am I here, Ace?” I ask, and for the first time tonight, I’m terrified at his response.

  “Because he asked you to come. Ordered you to come. And you and I both know we can’t deny him what he wants.” He moves toward me until he stands a mere inch from me. “You’re a smart girl, Red, you’ve had to have figured out by now he’s a dangerous man. And a dangerous man is lethal when disobeyed.”

  He reaches out to me, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. This man who stands in front of me is nothing like the one who just earlier tonight, hell moments ago, was caressing me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. How easily he trades his sweet disguise for this merciless mask of indifference.

  “Play by the rules, follow his game, and you’ll make it out of here alive. Defy him, betray him, and well, I don’t need to tell you what will happen.” His eyes are cold and calculating as they look in mine. An icy blue glazing over the ocean eyes that usually make me falter. Nothing like the way he was looking at me just moments ago. And I instinctively know why. It’s as if all the air in the room has been sucked out, a cold frost covering the windows as I feel him hovering behind me.

  Wesley Servite has entered the room.

  I stay glued to my position in the room staring into Ace’s eyes as a glimmer of fear flows through him. I can feel Agent Servite’s hot breath on my neck, as he reaches a hand toward me, gently caressing my shoulder and moving my hair to one side exposing my neck and back to him. A chill runs through me as goosebumps cover my skin from head to toe. His finger
continues to trace over my collar bone, around my neck, and down my spine slowly. I close my eyes and swallow hard as I try to maintain my composure.

  “I knew when I picked out this dress it would look exquisite on you, but, my dear, you continue to amaze me every time.”

  He grabs my waist with a strong hand and turns me to him. I open my eyes slowly, meeting his dark blue eyes, glazed over in desire, and bile rises in my throat threatening to come out. I swallow hard once more as I bring the glass to my lips and take a sip of the amber liquid. It burns as I swallow it, igniting my esophagus in flames as it travels down, but somehow doesn’t burn as much as the feel of his hands on me. But the realization of Ace’s words dawn on me. Maybe it wasn’t a threat but a warning. I need to play his game. Agent Servite thrives off the belief he is in charge. I need to play along.

  “Thank you for the generous gift,” I say, licking the liquor off my lips. “I would never have dreamed I’d wear such a luxurious dress,” I add in my sultriest voice.

  He reaches for my hand and brings it to his lips placing a chaste kiss upon it.

  “The pleasure is mine, sweetheart,” he says as we’re interrupted by a door slamming.

  I turn behind me to where Ace was standing, Agent Servite’s hand still wrapped around my waist, and am not surprised to see who’s now standing with him. Bass, Alek, and Beck stand beside him all dressed in similar black suits, their hair perfectly combed looking the finest I’ve ever seen them. The Four Horsemen in all their glory. Agent Servite, obviously the devil in charge. But one question still remains. What role do I play in all this?

  “Boys, I’m so glad you could join us,” Servite says, releasing me and walking over to the bar to pour himself a drink. “Let’s get this night started.”

  I turn to Ace who glares at his uncle’s closeness to me but doesn’t say a word. I can see behind his callous façade. With me Ace is different. He’s captivating, affectionate, and loving. But here and now, as he stands before his leader, a king kneeling to his superior, he’s distant and cruel. It’s just as I said before, when Wesley Servite calls, Ace will follow. And as I look into Agent Servite’s eyes I can see why. I just hope for my sake I can keep up this charade before it comes crumbling down at my feet.

  When vultures are searching for prey to feast on, they circle around and wait for larger animals to go for the kill. They circle around and wait for those predators to tear their prey’s flesh apart. Then, and no sooner, do the vultures swoop in and feast on whatever remains. As I sit here in this room with the most antagonizing and feared men I’ve ever come across, I am an animal waiting to be feasted on. The Horsemen stand around the room like the vultures they are, circling their prey. And Wesley Servite, he’s the beast that just might go for the kill.

  Ace walks over to me with another glass of bourbon, and I take it from him, handing him the now empty one I grip tightly in my hand. I quickly drink the amber liquid which once again burns as it travels down my throat. He chuckles lightly as he comes to sit beside me on the plush leather couch, placing the empty glass I gave him and another one he’s drinking, down on the table in front of us. We’ve been here for at least twenty minutes, not one of us saying a word.

  I think they’re expecting me to be the first to crack under this agonizing silence, but I’m not about to give them what they want. You see, I have a theory. I know men like them thrive off instilling fear in others. And they want to terrify me. But I’m here, and I haven’t yet been harmed, so I’m not sure anymore that harming me is in their plans. I think I may just serve a bigger purpose and for that reason and that reason alone, I’m still standing.

  One of the guards from earlier appears at the doorway of the room and stands waiting to be allowed in. Agent Servite nods his head, and the guard moves to the side allowing a man and a woman to enter. I quickly realize the man is Bass’s father Stephan Silver and the woman Beck’s mother Eliza. After them, another couple appears, one I haven’t seen before but equally as regal as the Silvers.

  “Welcome, my friends. Please enter, we are just waiting on a few updates on our guest list to be made and we’ll be on our way to commence tonight’s feast,” he says as they approach the couches where I’m seated. Stephan Silver is the first to spot me, a wide grin appearing on his face.

  “Scarlett Steele,” he says, extending a hand to me. He looks stunning in a dark blue almost black suit, his dark hair perfectly manicured and his intense gray eyes regarding me shrewdly.

  “Mr. Silver,” I say as I reach out and take it. He brings my hand to his mouth and places a soft kiss upon it not once glancing away from me.

  “You look stunning, my dear,” he says, and I quickly retreat my hand causing him to chuckle.

  I hear a groan come from behind me where Ace is standing but I don’t dare turn around.

  “Thank you,” I say in a hushed whisper.

  “I must say, I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” he adds, turning to Agent Servite who has just joined us.

  “Well, what can I say, the night is full of surprises. Scarlett here is accompanying Ace as his date. The two are smitten,” he says looking at us.

  At his words Ace moves in closer to me wrapping an arm around my waist.

  “To be young and in love, you remember what that is like, don’t you, Wesley?” Ace asks but there’s a slight insult in his question.

  Agent Servite laughs off the comment, but I can sense he is upset.

  “Malcolm, Ariana, please come and meet my guest of honor this evening,” he says, motioning for the other couple that walked in to join us. The man, Malcolm as he called him, has light brown hair and glowing blue eyes while the woman beside him has dark blonde hair and deep brown eyes. He is dressed in a dark grey suit while she wears an emerald satin dress. Eliza Masters also joins us taking her spot next to Stephan Silver, wearing a matching blue silk gown.

  “Scarlett, I’d like you to meet Mayor Malcolm Smoak and his wife Ariana. Malcolm is the eldest son of the late Mayor Silas Smoak.”

  I cringe at the name as I remember hearing it once before. Silas Smoak. Mayor Silas Smoak. He is the man who, three years ago, Agent Servite came to accuse my mother and Chaz of murdering. The same reason why she is now a fugitive. I can’t believe I hadn’t made the connection earlier. Smoak as in Aleksander and Alexandrea Smoak.

  “Malcolm, this is Scarlett Steele. She’s one of the students from Pleasant Hills that has come to Servite as part of the scholarship program my brother instilled at the academy this year. And is also my nephew’s girlfriend.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you two.”

  “Likewise, dear. You’re a lucky man, Wallace,” Malcolm says to Ace.

  “That I am,” he answers as he places a soft kiss upon my cheek. It’s gentle and innocent, of course it’s all for show.

  “Master Servite,” says the guard who stands at the doorway. “Dinner is ready.”

  THIRTY–FIVE

  WESLEY SERVITE

  Here she stands in front of me looking like a true goddess in that crimson dress. An angel with eyes the perfect shade of blue, a body carved by the gods, and an attitude that makes my craving for her intensify. Everything about her reminds me so much of my beloved Lilith. She’s the spitting image of her mother only somehow more captivating, enticing, and tempting, oh so tempting. I’ve kept her at arm’s length until the perfect moment, for the precise moment I needed her. And tonight is that moment. No one, especially not her, is aware of what I have planned tonight. Not even my own nephew, the king whom I have bred to take over for me when I am done here.

  But after tonight they all will know. Part two of my plan will commence. This part no one is aware of, but they’ll have no choice but to follow. Scarlett Steele will be mine one way or another, I’m just not ready for her yet. But once I am, not even the devil himself can stop me.

  SCARLETT

  We are escorted out to the yard of the mansion where a large table is set up u
nder a gleaming canopy. The canopy is covered in twinkling lights, and the pool beside it, the moonlight reflecting off it making it look magical. On the table is an assortment of delicious looking foods, enough to feed a village, and there are place settings for at least fifteen people around the long table. I notice Warren Servite, Ace’s father, is standing at the head of the table with a woman with blonde, almost white, hair dressed in a white lace dress. She is stunningly gorgeous and instantly I know that has to be Ace’s mother. Apparently, she is a former model who comes from a very well-connected family. That and the fact that Ace’s sister Winter is a spitting image of her. Ace lowers a hand to my back and guides me to a seat beside him, with Bass sitting to my left, Alec to his left, and Beck to Alec’s left. Thankfully, Agent Servite sits at the head of the table to Ace’s right, with an empty seat next to him. The Smoaks sit to his right, then the Silvers, followed by two empty chairs and finally the Servites at the end of the table. I sit uncomfortably, not knowing what to expect when two more guests emerge from the house. Both equally dressed to impress, the man with dark brown hair and the woman with beautiful blonde curls.

  “Carlisle, Priscilla, so glad you could join us,” Agent Servite says.

  “My apologies, Servite, you know how long this woman takes to get ready,” answers the man Agent Servite referred to as Carlisle.

  “Of course, my dear Priscilla, you’re looking marvelous. Please, before you sit, I’d like you to meet my guest of honor,” he says motioning me to stand. “This is Scarlett Steele, Ace’s girlfriend.”

  At the mention of me being Ace’s girlfriend they both stiffen. A crude look appears on the woman’s face as the man, Carlisle, clears his throat turning to Ace.

  “I wasn’t aware you were in a relationship, Wallace,” he says, ignoring our introduction.

  “Yes, well from the moment I met Scarlett, I knew I had to have her as mine,” Ace says, hugging me to his body as he places a chaste kiss on my cheek.