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A Deadly Obsession: Dark Romance Suspense (The Obsessed Duet Book 1)(3)
Author: Vi Carter

Lucas has just stepped into the room and he doesn’t look happy.

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

 

LUCAS

 


“Master Lucas.” Mark nods at me as I enter the drawing room. His pasty white face and washed-out eyes, have me wanting to step back out of the room. “Where is he?” I glance over the room. “Who are they?” I ask, turning to Mark. Why the hell were there two women in the drawing room?

“The ladies have started to arrive, Master Lucas.” His monotone voice has me gritting my teeth. Instead of reacting to Mark, I take a second glance at them. One of them is wearing an emerald green dress, that’s the same color as her large innocent eyes. She stares at me like a deer in headlights.

“For what?” I bark at Mark but keep my eyes on the deer. At my raised voice, she jumps slightly. I grin at her reaction.

“They are here for the selection as your future wife, Master Lucas.”

I exhale loudly and release the deer from my stare, giving Mark my attention. I take a step towards him. “I told you to cancel that for another week.” Another year or forever.

He has the nerve to puff out his tiny chest, which I want to crush. “The orders came from your father.”

I tighten my fists. He is a snake. He’s my father’s servant, not mine. Always watching, always running back with his tales. I have no argument and can’t change the arrival of these women, so I return to my reason for being in this room.

“Where is Henry?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know, Master Lucas.”

I sneer at him. He knew. He is just protecting him like always.

I lean in closer and watch fear creep its way slowly into his gray eyes. “Don’t worry,” I whisper. “I’ll find him.”

I glance once more at the two women who haven’t moved a muscle. Puppets for the show my father is sure to have. One way or another, he would get the ending he wanted. I didn’t understand the whole point of this charade.

The idea gave me a headache that I would have to marry one of them. It shouldn’t be me. It should be Henry. But Henry didn’t want to, so Henry didn’t have to.

Leaving the room I make my way to the stairs, as two more women enter the foyer, both stop dead in their tracks, one steps towards me, her arm rising in a waving gesture. The stupid smile dissolves off her face as I pass her by, and take the stairs two steps at a time.

I stay silent until the stairs open up onto a large landing.

“Henry,” I call his name slowly. He hates when I do that. I wait and don’t hear anything back. I’m pretty sure I know where he is. I continue to walk, taking small controlled steps.

 

“Don’t make me come looking for you,” I call as I peek into his room. That’s perfectly made. The small single bed in the giant room looks ridiculous. He refused a large bed, told father it took too long to warm up.

Movement above my head has me grinning as I make my way to the end of the hallway. Tucked behind large plants is winding gold stairs that leads to the open third floor. It once was divided into servant quarters, but since they don’t live in the house, Henry claimed it and demolished every wall. It is now Henry’s domain.

“What are you doing hiding in the attic?” I ask the moment I see him sitting on a red and green rug. Whatever he is playing with he tucks behind his back before pushing his black glasses back up on his face. Everyone said we looked alike. I didn’t see it. All I saw was a weirdo that I didn’t want anyone associating with me.

“What do you want, Lucas?” He tries to sound bored, but I know better. He hates when I refer to his space as the attic, the fact he didn’t correct me, tells me he’s up to no good, again.

I deliberately walk around him while touching things. An ugly floor lamp. The cream tassels pass easily through my fingers. I glance down to see a small wooden box behind his back.

“What poor creature are you torturing?” I glance at Henry as I touch a blue hanging chair suspended from the ceiling. The white stripes along the arms are snow-white, like no one has ever used the chair. I run my hands along the white fabric.

His nostrils flare. “What do you want?” He’s still sitting, his hands gripping his crossed legs.

“I want my weird brother to stay out of my business.” I stop in front of him, folding my arms across my chest.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” His smirk has me clenching my fists.

He knew exactly what I was talking about. I pretend to think.

He shifts and pushes his glasses up on his nose again. His irritation grows.

“Where is your weird friend?”

His cheeks grow red with anger and I grin.

“It’s Alex, and you know his name.” Henry gets up off the floor. I’m still a foot taller than him, even though he’s the older of us. “He isn’t weird. He’s different. Not like all you carbon copies.”

I snort. “He’s weird. Just keep out of my business.”

“Or what?” he’s excited at the prospect of my next words. He has a devious smile worming its way across his face.

I smile at my brother and his excitement dwindles. “I won’t tell father, he won’t take my word over yours.” I know that. He knows that. That is what he expects me to fire at him.

“So what?” He curls his nose up as he speaks, eyes widening.

I shrug. “Let me think about it.”

“Lucas. You can’t make a threat without actually making one.”

He is so easy to annoy.

I turn around. “But I just did,” I say, glancing over my shoulder.

A muscle twitches in his jaw. “It doesn’t matter what you do. You can’t hurt me.”

I walk slowly and shrug. He is right. I can never hurt him. I pause at the stairs.

“No. But I can hurt Alex.”

He’s stomping like a wild boar across the floor, as I duck out of the attic and make my way down the stairs. He’s on my heels and I pretend like I don’t notice.

“If you so much as look at Alex!” I let a laugh linger as I turn to Henry and smile. Taking a step towards my brother, he reigns in some of that anger. His shoulders are slumped forward; his head slightly tilted as he watches me from the corner of his eye. He looks wrong. He looks fucking weird.

“What will you do?”

I take another step towards him and he hunches more forward.

“No one is watching, Henry. So you don’t have to act like a victim.”

He grins up at me before returning to his full height. “But sometimes people are watching. Do you know what they see when they watch us?”

This time he takes a step towards me. “They see you, Lucas. The bully and then they see me…” he grins. “What will I let them see this time?”

I clench my fists. “Are you threatening me?”

He grins and shrugs just as I had done to him. Only I’m not stupid enough to call after him as he turns and makes his way back up to the attic.

Making my way down the stairs, I stop abruptly on the last step. More girls, more giggles, more smiles. How many are due to arrive?

“Master Lucas.” George greets me as he helps carry in their bags. His back is bent. He needs to retire, but my father refused to let him go. I want to bark at the three women and tell them to get their own bags.

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