The Dark Prince (The Dark Prince Trilogy #1) Read Online Free

roughed them up.
     
    “It’s a shame that you did,” Chase said, his voice a dark calm. His green eyes calculating.
     
    “I’m sorry, man,” Nick said, his high instantly dying off. “I . . .”
     
    He never got to finish what he was saying as Chase pulled out his gun, shooting Nick right in his forehead. He slowly fell face first into the dirt, blood leaking out of the bullet hole. The ground turned dark with liquid.
     
    The two girls inside the car couldn’t help but jump as the gun was shot, but Chase paid no mind to them as he slid the weapon back into its place and entered the car. Clare even squeaked loud enough for him to hear through the open door.
     
    Mr. Marcel shut the door softly behind him, being mindful that the girls were already frightened, and they didn’t need more to worry about. He couldn’t possibly know what either of them were thinking, as he never had been in their shoes, and didn’t want to be. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t understand what they might be thinking.
     
    Clare stayed quiet, but kept her wide pale eyes on him, watching the way he moved, trying to read him to know what would be expected. The other girl kept her face hidden, buried in her knees, trying to not cry. She was scared. Her life was nothing, and it wasn’t going to get any better.
     
    He hardly spared a glance through the rearview mirror at the two as he started the car and grabbed the two folders, quickly glancing at the names of the two before setting them back on the side seat. He noticed the blonde’s name was Clare Anne Scott, and the dark haired girl’s was named Summer Grace Meads.
     
    Knowing that the information he was given a week ago was incorrect just from what Nick had told him, the man wondered what else was a lie. How could he believe what information the folders held now?
     
    He stayed quiet, letting the two girls get their thoughts together and turned on the radio so low music played. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he just drove back home. Killing meant nothing to him, but it did show the two girls that he wouldn’t put up with any attitude from either of them.
     
    Clare’s mind was buzzing. What did this man want with her? Why didn’t he say anything; explain what he wanted so she could prepare mentally? Summer let her silent tears leak onto her knees, not bothering to let her thoughts have free range. The man surely knew she wouldn’t talk, so she didn’t need to be bothered to answer for at least a while. Not that she would answer anyway.
     
    The man’s phone rang, breaking the thin silence, causing both girls to jump. Clare gave out another small squeak.
     
    “What?” the man growled, not in the mood to deal with a phone call. His thoughts were on the girls, and what he would be needing someone to pick up in the next few days for him.
     
    “Did you pick one?” his cousin asked excitedly. His voice was chipper, but he was always happy. Nothing much got him down. It had been his idea to do this in the first place, on where to find what he needed. Although, Mr. Marcel was sure that there was someone else behind his cousin’s hints.
     
    “Yep,” was all the man offered, his voice monotone.
     
    “You don’t sound happy about that,” the man on the phone said, a hint of worry to his voice.
     
    “Just thinking, Trent,” Chase stated. “I need to have a doctor come to check my selection.”
     
    “So, who’d you pick?” Trent asked, his voice cautious.
     
    “I got two, and I have no idea what I was thinking,” Mr. Marcel answered, sounding surprised and irate at the same time. “You always have horrible ideas.”
     
    “Wow!” Trent said, shocked. “I mean, I can understand one and all but two, really? Come on Chase. Spill it.”
     
    “Later,” he stated. “But for now, can Valerie pick up some clothes. Size small?”
     
    “Yep, of course,” Trent replied, already knowing his wife would do anything to help another girl out, even if they were