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

connected to the man with a stick up his ass.
     
    “Thank you,” Chase said, almost in a sigh, before making a hasty end of the conversation and setting his phone in the cup holder.
     
    He was not looking forward to the other phone call he’d no doubt have to make. He loathed Sebastian Monroe.
     
    “Sir?” Clare asked, hoping that it was okay to talk. Her hands were in her lap, fiddling with the ends of her threaded out sleeves. She kept her eyes in front of her towards the empty road, not daring to look directly at him.
     
    “Yes?” he replied, keeping his voice level as he glanced in the rearview mirror again towards her. He saw his own green eyes reflect back to him as the town passed in the distance.
     
    “What . . . what will be expected of me? Of us?” she asked in fear, trying to look anywhere but at him. At least she was in the back where she didn’t have to maintain eye contact.
     
    “I’m not sure yet,” the man answered. “For now, I guess, just clean the house, make meals, normal things.” He gave a shrug. He knew what one of them would be, but didn’t want to frighten them more than they were.
     
    “You will both be sharing a room, for the time being as I don’t have another room ready. I didn’t think I would be getting both of you, so I only have the one room ready. My cousin’s wife will be getting you clothes so you can have clean ones. I don’t like filth, and that includes being worn,” the man went on, his voice filled with demand.
     
    “I won’t abuse either of you in any way. It’s not how anyone should be treated, so you have nothing to fear,” he said. And he wouldn’t. He was raised to not ever raise a hand in anger or otherwise towards a woman. Men – well that was an entirely different story.
     
    “Anything else?” he asked, turning onto the narrow road, glancing at the rear view mirror and catching the younger girl’s terror filled eyes.
     
    “No, sir,” Clare said, turning her attention out the window beside her. She wondered where they were going, and still fretted about what was to become of her. She didn’t want to hold onto hope about what he said, so she stayed quiet.
     
    Summer sat up, letting her tears dry on her cheeks as the car turned onto a dirt road. It still ran smooth, but she could feel the tires on the dirt road. It wasn’t the same as the feel of the highway.
     
    She had listened to the man as he answered Clare, but knew that he was hiding something. She didn’t know if she wanted to know now or wait until it was too late. In the end, it didn’t really matter. She had no say over what would happen.
     
    The car came to a gentle stop just outside the tall metal fence waiting for the gate to open before driving up one side of a circular drive to the house. It was a dark brick farmhouse with a six car garage. There was an upper floor, and what looked like a basement. A huge tree sat in between the circular drive shading the front yard. There was even a room over the garage.
     
    Both girls were in awe of such a huge house. They were used to seeing smaller houses, but they had cost more than this one country home. This house was all brick and had arches in places that they had never seen before.
     
    Chase pulled into the garage after the door lifted up, and pulled to a stop next to a silver Porsche. Before opening his own door, he turned to view both girls. Clare was in awe, looking at the other cars inside, but held her tongue about how much money he must have.
     
    “If you run, there is nothing for miles. No one comes out here very often, and I won’t be chasing you down. So you better stay on the property. I won’t hesitate to shoot you if need be, or I’d let you die of thirst,” he said in warning. He wouldn’t actually shoot either one, but he wanted to make them understand that they didn’t mean much to him. He was positive that they both knew better than to try to test him.
     
    "Yes sir,” Clare mumbled, understanding