Adrenaline

Chapter 8 ~ Part 4

Kian Lawson

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If you don't remember who Kian is, he is the unofficial leader of the rival clique. All you need to know is he's bitter about seemingly always being one step behind the twins. Also, this is where shit starts going down so pay attention.
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[ The Night Before The Purge ]

11pm

"Mr. Lawson, please take a seat." The blonde receptionist, with a small pistol fastened to her hip, waves a manicured hand towards a small chaise lounge, perfectly centred in the middle of the grand waiting room. This was the side of the mansion we never got to see, we were caged animals surrounded by untouchable luxury and it was infuriating.

Honestly, I'd struggled to contain myself when I'd realised Seth and Alec were living the high life, leaving the rest of us in boxed, windowless bedrooms. Of course I'd expected Seth to receive some sort of special treatment, I doubt Carson Silver would be pleased to imagine his son mixing with the less fortunate but Alec fucking Rose. The horseshoe.
He was just like the rest of us, unable to leave and forced to protect but he was lucky. Always so fucking lucky.

Slight peace had only come when I realised his sister was not receiving the same privileges. Neither were her coven, the self-entitled, pretentious assholes who associated with them forced to live in less than luxury conditions.

Ever since they arrived shit went South. The fight with Athena had been a fluke, her moves were to precise, to powerful on impact to be unrehearsed. Any fight with Alec was already a done deal, Mr. Silver favoured him, stopping any fight from advancing in my favour. They cheated and it was letting them win.

When I'd got the order to come to Mr. Silvers office, unnoticed and alone, my adrenaline had spiked like I was a teenager doing his first line. The rush is intoxicating and the fear is addictive.

The black door, engraved with two large dragons crawling up opposing sides, begins to move, slowly revealing one of the scariest men in the world. I would bet my life that he's killed more people than there are days in a year. There's nothing to him, just a stone for a heart and guns for hands.

His mouth curls into a small smile when his eyes rest on me, briefly acknowledging the small blonde before stepping to the side, forcing me to reset on instinct, heading into his office blindly.

"Please take a seat, Kian." Silvers waves a hand to a lush armchair on the non-business side of his desk. A good sign. I do as he asks almost immediately, running my hands over the denim of my jeans before sitting up as straight as possible, eyeing a slightly bloody letter opener, his initials carved intricately around the tip.

"Now, Kian. I understand there has been a... divide, between the group. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Sir," I nod once, mentally smacking myself at the lack of information I provided.

"Hm. Could you explain something to me, Kian?" He doesn't pause, instead he sits forward, crossing his arms over the pristine wooden desk, "I'm struggling to understand why there's any factions at all. You are all here for the same reason, there's no competition, nothing on the line, you have all decided to stay here and work as one unit. This three-way split seems too childish, too petty, to have no underlying reason, no?"