The Dark Prince (The Dark Prince Trilogy #1) by Autumn Winchester
Authors: Autumn Winchester
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and himself was their view of the world. While Ivan thought everyone should bow down and obey his law, his words, Chase wanted the world to be a safer place. He didn’t like killing. Didn’t like seeing the fear on people’s faces.
Chase knew he needed to put his touch on things. He’d be changing how things were handled, how things were wiped clean as if nothing ever happened. He was fed up with how things were covered up and seemed like normal everyday accuracies. Chase would be putting a stop to drugs, sex trafficking, and cold blooded killings.
Once the news was out that he was married, things would take a drastic change. Ivan wanted Chase to be married by the age of twenty, but somehow, Chase got it pushed back until now. With marriage, he would be slowly taking over for his father, bit by bit. Ivan would no longer have a say in how Chase ran things and before anyone knew what hit them, his mark would be painted.
Chase already had the person he’d be using as a right hand man in his plans, making sure that he had an in for every possibility. He knew his father wasn't happy with the way he went about things, but it was best for everyone. They would understand after the shock wore off.
Remembering why he choose Summer, and of course in turn Clare, was because he wanted to piss Jason off. He wanted Jason to sweat while he waited as his men slowly disappeared from his clutches. One by one.
Trent was already on a hunt for a couple of men who would never be found come morning if the man did his job correctly. Chase was a powerful man, and with having a few friends that worked under Jason’s tight hold, things had been in motion for a few years now.
Chase quietly laughed to himself when he came upon the stack of boxes that Clare had sat out for him to look through. There were a good ten boxes by the door that needed donated, and another five boxes in the closet filled with books.
His pile sat near the window and contained three boxes. One was filled with porn items. Lubes – that was sure to be dried out by now – and a few toys. He never really liked the toys, as they were gifts from Trent and they would be thrown out. Chase had always had better ones he preferred to use on women he took to his bed, not that there was many.
He would just throw it all out. The next box was filled with porn movies and magazines. He smirked, remembering a time he had used these daily. There was no need for them now, tossing them out too. The last box was filled with a few school mementos, which he took to the attic. He’d look at them sometime later.
Peeking in on the girls on his way back from the attic, he found Clare alone asleep on the bed. Listening, he heard a few pans being moved around downstairs in the kitchen, so he made his way there. Walking quietly, he found Summer starting on dinner as she hummed to herself. Would he ever cease to be amazed by his girl?
Chapter 8
Summer woke up feeling much better than she had for several days. Her head was clear, her thoughts unjumbled. She almost felt refreshed.
Her emotions and thoughts were calm, back to her normal concerns. She refused to think about being married to a man she didn’t know. Married to a man who worked for the mafia. Not thinking about it made it not real, right? At least, that’s what she hoped.
She left Clare to sleep, since the young girl needed it. Summer couldn’t remember when Clare had came to lay with her, but it was welcome nonetheless.
Summer was unsure of what all had happened but she wanted – no she would – act like nothing had happened. If Chase wanted her again, she of course, wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. Truthfully, she almost wanted to see if normal sex with him was just as good as drugged sex was. She wasn’t sure it was even possible.
Making her way down to the kitchen, she tiptoed down the stairs, not making a sound. Her bare feet brushed the carpet. She had heard
Chase knew he needed to put his touch on things. He’d be changing how things were handled, how things were wiped clean as if nothing ever happened. He was fed up with how things were covered up and seemed like normal everyday accuracies. Chase would be putting a stop to drugs, sex trafficking, and cold blooded killings.
Once the news was out that he was married, things would take a drastic change. Ivan wanted Chase to be married by the age of twenty, but somehow, Chase got it pushed back until now. With marriage, he would be slowly taking over for his father, bit by bit. Ivan would no longer have a say in how Chase ran things and before anyone knew what hit them, his mark would be painted.
Chase already had the person he’d be using as a right hand man in his plans, making sure that he had an in for every possibility. He knew his father wasn't happy with the way he went about things, but it was best for everyone. They would understand after the shock wore off.
Remembering why he choose Summer, and of course in turn Clare, was because he wanted to piss Jason off. He wanted Jason to sweat while he waited as his men slowly disappeared from his clutches. One by one.
Trent was already on a hunt for a couple of men who would never be found come morning if the man did his job correctly. Chase was a powerful man, and with having a few friends that worked under Jason’s tight hold, things had been in motion for a few years now.
Chase quietly laughed to himself when he came upon the stack of boxes that Clare had sat out for him to look through. There were a good ten boxes by the door that needed donated, and another five boxes in the closet filled with books.
His pile sat near the window and contained three boxes. One was filled with porn items. Lubes – that was sure to be dried out by now – and a few toys. He never really liked the toys, as they were gifts from Trent and they would be thrown out. Chase had always had better ones he preferred to use on women he took to his bed, not that there was many.
He would just throw it all out. The next box was filled with porn movies and magazines. He smirked, remembering a time he had used these daily. There was no need for them now, tossing them out too. The last box was filled with a few school mementos, which he took to the attic. He’d look at them sometime later.
Peeking in on the girls on his way back from the attic, he found Clare alone asleep on the bed. Listening, he heard a few pans being moved around downstairs in the kitchen, so he made his way there. Walking quietly, he found Summer starting on dinner as she hummed to herself. Would he ever cease to be amazed by his girl?
Chapter 8
Summer woke up feeling much better than she had for several days. Her head was clear, her thoughts unjumbled. She almost felt refreshed.
Her emotions and thoughts were calm, back to her normal concerns. She refused to think about being married to a man she didn’t know. Married to a man who worked for the mafia. Not thinking about it made it not real, right? At least, that’s what she hoped.
She left Clare to sleep, since the young girl needed it. Summer couldn’t remember when Clare had came to lay with her, but it was welcome nonetheless.
Summer was unsure of what all had happened but she wanted – no she would – act like nothing had happened. If Chase wanted her again, she of course, wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. Truthfully, she almost wanted to see if normal sex with him was just as good as drugged sex was. She wasn’t sure it was even possible.
Making her way down to the kitchen, she tiptoed down the stairs, not making a sound. Her bare feet brushed the carpet. She had heard
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