Page 2 of Alluring Darkness
I push open the metal door that is labeled as the admission’s office. It’s a small space. Only one person is sitting behind a desk in front of me. A woman, who looks to be in her forties, with brown hair and blue eyes. Light shines in from the windows behind, painting her athletic body with sharp contrasts.
“Hello,” she says. There is a slight frown on her face as she looks at me. “Can I help you?”
“Yes. I would like to enroll in Blackwater University.”
A surprised laugh escapes her throat.
I just continue staring at her.
When she realizes that I’m dead serious, she clears her throat and then folds her hands on her desk before giving me a patient look. “I’m afraid that’s impossible. The semester started three weeks ago, and you need to submit an application before that.”
I reach into the bag slung over my shoulder. Her hand immediately shoots down to something just underneath the desk. Surprise flickers through me when I realize that she most likely reached for a gun. Does she really think that I’m going to pull out a gun from my bag and shoot her because she denied my request? But then again, this is a school for hitmen, after all.
Holding her gaze with amused eyes, I pull out my wallet instead. She relaxes and returns her hand to the desk. While fishing out my ID, I close the distance between us and then place the card in front of her.
“I’m Harvey Smith’s daughter,” I announce. “I’m a legacy student, which means that you can’t refuse me.”
Surprise flashes across her face, and she raises her eyebrows while looking between me and the ID card. Then she gives me a slow nod. “One second while I verify that.”
I shrug while she presumably opens some kind of file on her computer to check that the information from my ID matches whatever their registers say. The fact that I’m even physically present in this room right now already means that I’ve been vetted and cleared to walk through the front gates, but I suppose she has to check again anyway.
“Alright, everything seems to be in order,” she says eventually. She gives me a little smile as she looks up from her computer and hands my card back. “I’ve registered you in the database now, and I will inform the instructors shortly, so you can start tomorrow.”
“Great.”
“As for the housing situation…” She grimaces apologetically. “Legacy students usually get first pick of the freestanding houses. However, since the semester has already started, all of those are already occupied. The best I can do is a dorm room.”
“That’s fine.”
The clacking of her keyboard fills the silence as she does something else on her computer for another minute. I let my gaze drift towards the window where the parking lot is visible. It holds a mix of incredibly expensive cars and really shitty ones that look like they belong in a scrapyard. A testament to the fact that far from all aspiring hitmen come from money.
I’m snapped back to the present by the noise of a printer whirring. Sliding my gaze back to the woman before me, I watch as she takes the papers that came out of the printer and then puts a black keycard on top of the pile before handing it all to me.
“Alright, we’re all set,” she says while I take the bundle. “That’s the keycard to your dorm and the various training areas. And I’ve also printed out your schedule and a map and any other information you might need.”
“Thank you,” I say as I stuff the papers and keycard into my bag. Then I flick another glance towards the window. “Which car belongs to Eli Hunter?”
She blinks at me, clearly stunned by my question. “Why?”
“I’ve heard that he’s not very… forgiving. So I want to make sure that I don’t park next to him and accidentally scratch his paint when I open my car door.”
“Oh.” Understanding floods her face. She pushes up from her desk and moves over to the window. “You see those four black Range Rovers over there?”
I walk up so that I’m standing next to her. Sweeping my gaze over the parking lot, I find the incredibly expensive-looking cars that she’s pointing at. “Yes.”
“Those belong to the Hunters. From left to right, they belong to Eli, Rico, Kaden, and Jace.”
Since I’m all out of self-restraint for the day, I roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. Of course all four of them drive fucking Range Rovers.
But instead of commenting on that, I thank the very helpful woman and make my way out of her office. I glance at my phone, but my mom still hasn’t tried to call me, so I just slide it back into my bag and set course for the parking lot.
Warm September winds whirl between the gray concrete buildings and tug at my hair as I stride out of the door and across the pavement. Since it’s only ten o’clock in the morning, the students are presumably all busy with their various classes. And that means that the parking lot is completely deserted.
I pull my keys out of my bag and twirl them in my hand as I stroll straight towards Eli’s car. Bright sunlight shines down from the clear blue sky, making the light reflect against the gleaming black surface.
With a wicked grin on my lips, I stop on the driver’s side of his spotless Range Rover and crouch down.
And then I use my keys to carveSmall Dick Energyinto the side of his car.