Brutal Heir (Court University 1)

The academy uniform I missed, but probably because she’d placed it in my closet and not out in the open. Rosanna was his housekeeper, and I’d been told if I needed anything to go to her—anything to avoid actually dealing with me.

I wet my lips. “She probably put it in the closet or something. I’ll change after breakfast.”

His look was dismissive, the same eyes I had with their deep brown and far less passion for life than he had when he’d been with Mom. My dad had always been a bit of a hard-ass, but when Mom passed, the switch went into overdrive. He didn’t deal with any type of emotions. He just worked, all that easier than other things. When Mom died, it gave him an excuse to fall into the rich and opulent life he’d traded for, basically, my hippy mom. She’d been into herbs and crystals where he’d been into stocks and the sports section. Those stocks and his background in banking got him this big-ass house and a fancy job that allowed him to wear those suits he wore at the breakfast table. Most would say I probably took my looks from my dad, straight dark hair, long nose with a button tip, and curved chin. I got my hips from my mom, though, and poor Paige, she’d gotten the crap end of the stick when it came to that. She was nearly as flat-chested as our dad, but she had been skinny, though. So I guess she got that.

Trying to keep the interactions with my dad quick, I headed toward the pantry to get the Pop-Tarts I brought over with me.

“Don’t bother with those,” he said right as I touched the box. “I’m having Rosanna toss them all out. You don’t need all that sugary crap.”

My jaw working, I got off my tiptoes and returned my feet to the floor. “What am I supposed to eat?”

“I had Rosanna make you a green smoothie and some eggs. You live with me, you’re going to do some changes.”

My peripheral caught the foreign drink on the counter, green and no doubt filled with things that’d make me gag this morning. The thing that definitely would make me gag was next to them, though: the eggs under the glass dome filled with steam.

I gripped the counter, turning. “I told you I’m a vegan, Dad. Have been for three years.” As he tended to listen to every

other word, I supposed he missed that.

He moved the paper. “You mean to tell me Pop-Tarts are vegan?”

“Those kind are, yeah.”

“Well, you’re not eating them, and I thought vegans were supposed to be healthy. I swear to God, you and your sister and these alternative lifestyles.”

By “alternative lifestyle,” he meant my sister’s sexuality, something he clearly still hadn’t dealt with and my sister came out in middle school. Dad was old school amongst other things and always, always sought for perfection. That perfection had been my sister’s downfall, and I was sure the reason she left. Dad directed a finger. “Drink the smoothie. You’ll be all right until lunch.”

I supposed, if he had it his way, I wouldn’t eat at all, just so he wouldn’t have to know about my existence. I’d been acting as his little dark cloud on the West Coast for years now, his secret daughter he hadn’t had to deal with. Maybe if he had, I wouldn’t have had to be a secret.

And Paige wouldn’t have really left to protect me from his wrath.

This conversation clearly over, I went to the kitchen pegboard for keys. I’d been given full use of the cars there, which I was taking full advantage of once I changed and could get the hell out of this house.

“You won’t need those for school.” Dad got the jump on me again, folding his paper crisply before standing. “Hubert will take you to school. He’s warming the car now for you.”

Hubert was his driver. “How will you get to work?”

“I’m taking the Rolls-Royce,” he said, grabbing the driving gloves I hadn’t noticed by his own kitchen plate. My dad would have a driver and not even use it. Back before Mom died, he hadn’t quite reached the level of success he had now, something he never failed to wave in front of my aunt’s face whenever he saw her. She had to work sixty-hour weeks as a nurse to put food on the table. He merely had to make a phone call with a few clients. He grabbed his briefcase. “Have a good day at school and be mindful of your curfew. Things won’t be like they were back with your aunt. I have rules here.”

He did have rules, didn’t he? And what happened to me in LA had nothing to do with my aunt, or where I lived. I was sure he’d never see it that way, so there wasn’t a point in defending myself or my geography. My dad had placed me in a tight little box, and as far as he was concerned, that’s where I would stay. Also, something told me his sentiment of me “having a good day” was more for formality than anything. I didn’t believe he actually cared to wish me well. I was an obligation, his daughter, and he had to say things like that.

He started to walk off but stopped. “Let me know if you hear anything about your sister. You know, kids talking or whatever?”

Yes, I’d definitely tell the one person what he wanted to know about the very reason I stood in this house instead of on the way to my own school. Paige not being here now had everything to do with him and absolutely nothing to do with me.

Dad’s lips turned down. “Though, don’t you get your hopes up. She’s probably dicking around like she always tends to do. She’ll make her way back when she feels like it. Have fun waiting around while she gets her shit together.”

I’d blanch if this wasn’t expected, my sister “dicking around” to the point where even my aunt wasn’t concerned anymore. Paige and my dad got into things so much that her just up and leaving had become old hat for years since she came to live with him. It wasn’t unheard of for me to wake up with my sister on my aunt’s couch or even sleeping in my desk chair after she took a red-eye to get away from him. It also wasn’t unheard of for her just to leave town and ghost for days on end after she and Dad truly let into each other. She just needed space sometimes but she always popped up…

She’d never been gone an entire summer, though.

Two

The school uniform rode up my ass like a son of a bitch, a literal atomic wedgie which I endured the entirety of the trip inside a chauffeured car. Maywood Heights was a smaller city, but not a sleepy town by any means. People were alive and well, maple leaves of gold and umber tones being raked up in yards the size of football fields. What I’d dubbed as McMansions followed one after the other, a far cry from the graffiti apartment complexes and litter-filled streets I came from. I didn’t live exactly in the city, a suburb, and people didn’t care about their shit like they did here. I had a feeling they might have given awards out for some of this landscaping.

Jesus.

Paige never talked about where she lived much during her visits. Sure, she talked about the basic shit, who she was sleeping with or the crap that went down with her and Dad, but the actual town, not so much. Crossing my legs, I attempted to adjust my skirt again, bracing myself for the day to come. When Paige moved away, we’d been in different grades. I mean, she was a year older than me at nineteen, but her tendencies to miss classes and I guess “dick around,” as my dad would say, placed us both as seniors this year. At least, she would have been if she were here. The school had been told about this from what I understood. Though, my dad tended to keep his dirty laundry on the DL. As far as they knew, Paige simply wouldn’t be attending school for the time being and his other daughter, me, would be finishing out her senior year here instead.