by Celia Aaron
“Think it’ll be you?” she whispered and took a sip of her wine.
I maintained my nonchalant air as I carefully buttered my bread. “I heard he’d already chosen.”
She shook her head, her large diamond earring wobbling. “That’s just a rumor. I think—I think this is it.”
“We’ll see.”
Talk continued around us as the first course was cleared away, and the servers brought out the entrées. Bob spilled his wine halfway through the main course and proceeded to blame the staff for his ruined shirt and suit. His round belly took the brunt of the damage, a wine stain spreading across the taut fabric like blood. Despite his setback, he made quick work of his fillet, likely never even tasting the savory notes of rosemary and garlic infused into the meat.
Once we reached the end of the entrées, Cal stood. The table chatter ceased immediately.
“Bring the dessert.”
A wave of servers entered, carrying petite chocolate cakes atop thin bars of gold. My stomach lurched. I recognized the golden ‘plates’. They were invitations to the Acquisition Ball. I’d seen a similar one ten years prior, but I didn’t attend the ball or any of the trials. This year, with Cal in charge, would be different. He apparently wanted to kick off the trials with a bang.
A server set one of the cakes in front of me, the chocolate concoction in the form of a small mound with a dimple in the center.
Cal clapped his hands, the sound like a shot. “As you all know, the Acquisition Ball will be held here next Friday. The rest of the invitations are, even as we sit here, going out across the South—and the country, for that matter—to attendees. It’s going to be an amazing year.” He grinned and stroked his hand down his tie. “You will all remember this Acquisition as the most momentous one of your lifetimes. I guarantee it.”
A smattering of polite applause rippled around the room.
“Stop, stop. You flatter me.” His grin grew even wider, his too-white teeth splitting his face into halves. “But there’s one more thing I need to do before we get started. I have to pick the competitors.”
The room was so silent that it seemed most of its occupants were holding their breaths.
“Before you, sits a decadent dessert.” Cal waved down the table.
I eyed the innocuous cake. Was something rotten inside?
“It’s tasty. I may have sampled one before dinner.” He rubbed his stomach for emphasis. “As you all know, I love surprises. So, my three chosen Acquirers will have a little something different inside their cakes. You’ll know it when you see it, ladies and gents.”
He raised his glass. “Pick up your spoons and dig in.”
The guests hesitated, some of them clenching their eyes shut to avoid finding out. I took my spoon and perched it over the smooth cake, trying to discern if it would blow up in my face or simply ooze into a chocolaty mess.
“Thank God.” Cordelia had cut into her cake. Dark chocolate cascaded from it, and she split it all the way open just to be sure. It was just a dessert, nothing more. She dropped her spoon as if it had burned her. Quiet sighs of relief rose from the table.
“Oh.” Bob spit into his napkin. “This tastes horrible.”
His golden plate was covered with crimson and the distinct scent of copper rose from the cake’s warm interior.
“It’s blood.”
He shrugged and wiped the red from his lips. Disgusting.
A whoop sounded from the end of the table near Cal. It was Red Witherington. “Fuck yeah!” He laughed.
Cal grinned at him and then glanced around the table. When his eyes landed on me and stayed, the hairs at the back of my neck stood on end.
“One more.” He didn’t look away. Others caught on and began to stare, waiting for the reveal.
There was no way out, no way to stop the inevitable. I eased the spoon into the cake. It slid easily. No filling escaped as the edge of the spoon tapped against the gold beneath. I twisted the spoon slightly. A stream of blood flowed around the silver and pooled on the gold.
It sank into the grooves of the invitation and put the letters in sharp relief. There was no mistaking the words that had been cut into the golden surface, now darkened with crimson. Sinclair Vinemont, Acquirer.
Chapter 8
I stared at the ceiling. I’d been doing it for the past few nights—ever since Cal’s dinner. The rules played over and over in my mind as I traced the corners of the room with my gaze. Three Acquirers, one victor. Winning would cement the Vinemonts at the top of society. Wealth, privilege, and the freedom to live our lives in any way we chose.
Losing. I closed my eyes. I wouldn’t think about losing. Tossing the sheet off, I stood and strode to the shower. Mr. Rousseau’s sentencing was set to start in two hours.
I left the bathroom light off, soaking up the darkness as the warm liquid cascaded down my body. In the inky black of the bathroom, I couldn’t tell if it was water or something worse.
Red hair, green eyes, fair skin—Stella floated along the river of blood that ran through my mind. I’d wanted her for myself. I’d wanted to claim her on my own terms, to master her and break her my way. The fire that burned inside her lured me closer because I wanted so badly to feel the burn. But the game was no longer my own. I’d wanted her before. Now, I needed her.
Would the fire that burned inside her be enough to see her through the trials?
I soaped up and rinsed off, ready to put my plans into motion. After I shaved and dressed, I headed into town. Specifically, to Judge Montagnet’s chambers. He waited inside, his law clerk nude and on all fours on the floor. A thin trickle of blood ran down the young man’s thigh, and I ignored his tears as I sank down onto the judge’s sofa. He puffed on a cigar and blew the smoke into the sniffling clerk’s face.
“Got my morning started off right.” Montagnet smiled. “Get dressed and get out.” He kicked the clerk, who hurriedly dressed and escaped into the adjoining office.
“I heard about Cal’s selections.” He took a hard drag on the cigar, the tip flaming orange.
I nodded and smoothed my hands along my thighs. “Yes.”
“You picked who you’re going to acquire?”
“Yes.” I pulled a sheaf of paper from my pocket and handed it to him.
He glanced it over and smiled. “Smart boy.” He rose and shuffled to his desk. Drawing out a fountain pen, he signed the document with a flourish, then folded it up. He used his lighter to heat a small nub of wax, pressed it to the paper, and then affixed his seal to it. “All done here.” He handed it back.
I blew on the seal. He watched me and licked his lips.
Once satisfied it was cooled, I placed it in my pocket next to its counterparts.
He sank back down and rubbed his knees. “Damn, these floors grow harder the older I get.”
I nodded in empty agreement despite my revulsion.
He zipped his robe all the way up, his appearance of fairness complete. “I guess we’d better hop to it. Time for the sentencing to start.” After lurching to his feet, he lumbered to the door leading to the courtroom. He peeked over his shoulder, his eyebrows high. “So, Counsellor, you think you’ll get her?”
I stood and followed him through the door, my mask firmly in place. “I know I will.”
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Also by Celia Aaron
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Acquisition: The Complete Series
Darkness lurks in the heart of the Louisiana elite, and only one will be able to rule them as Sovereign. Sinclair Vinemont will compete for the title, and has acquired Stella Rousseau for that very purpose. Breaking her is part of the game. Loving her is the most dangerous play of all.
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I thought staying away would keep her safe, would shield her from me. I was wrong. Danger followed in my wake like death at a slaughter house. I protected her from the threats that circled like black buzzards, kept her safe with kill after kill.
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I rescued Sabrina from a mafia bloodbath when she was 13. As the new head of the Philly syndicate, I sent her to the best schools to keep her as far away from the life--and me--as possible. It worked perfectly. Until she turned 18. Until she came home. Until I realized that the timid girl was gone and in her place lived a smart mouth and a body that demanded my attention. I promised myself I'd resist her, for her own good.
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She was a damsel, one who already had her white knight. But every fairy tale has a villain, someone waiting in the wings to rip it all down. A scoundrel who will set the world on fire if that means he gets what he wants. That’s me.
I’m the bad guy.
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