HEIRS: THE PRINCESS AND THE HUNTER

Chapter 3 - Heaven

Ashton Varnat

Another semester.

Two more years until graduation.

Two more years before football became my career instead of my future.

My apartment hadn't changed in two years.

Neither had the idiots living in it.

Carl Livingston.

Killian Dreyfuss.

Daniel Welsh.

My ride-or-dies.

The closest thing to brothers life ever gave me.

Success had become routine.

Winning.

Headlines.

Girls.

None of it filled the hole my father left.

In two years, we all hoped to go pro.

I dumped my duffle bag beside the door.

Killian looked up.

“Yo. Ash is here…” he chuckled.

The other two looked up and smiled.

“Finally, the kings are back.” Carl chuckled.

“And ready to get some booty tonight.” He stuck his tongue and twisted it as if he was going down on a woman.

Classic Carl.

The other two laughed.

“Did you hear?” Daniel looked up from his screen.

He was the one who was always on top of hooking us up with the best parties on campus.

“About what?” I slumped on the couch and stretched.

“f*****g Soren is inviting the whole team to party at Heaven,” he said, and I chuckled.

Typical welcome-back party for the Blackwood football team.

“Soren is always trying to steal the scene…” I said, and he chuckled.

“He is an i***t, but he is a f*****g good tackle,” Daniel said, and I nodded.

“Is it mandatory?” I asked, not in the mood for going out tonight.

“This s**t is always mandatory. Besides, who knows? Maybe we get to see the new girls.

Of course, we need to pick the pretty ones first." Daniel chuckled.

“We haven’t worked our reputation as the stars to get ugly ones,” Daniel finished.

“Are you going?” I asked Killian, and he nodded.

“Alright boys, we are going out in one hour,” Killian yelled, and I flipped him the bird.

I had spent the whole summer at home, my mood always dampened when I visited.

Losing my father was hard on everyone.

What once was a cheerful, safe place is now gray and sad.

My mood soured when I heard the University decided to open up to a Supernatural Exchange Program.

No offense, but I loathed supernaturals.

And I was not in the mood to deal with one of them.

“Still brooding about the exchange program?” Daniel asked.

He knew me too well.

“f**k you,” I grumbled,

“Aren’t you afraid one of them could be a new QB who would take your spot?” Killian said, and I shook my head.

“No,” I said in a clipped voice.

The possibility unnerved me, but I felt confident in my athletic capabilities.

My hatred for the supernatural was beyond football, physical advantage, or such stupid things. They already knew that.

They saw me going through it, front row and center.

In fact, they were the ones lifting me in the darkest times.

My hatred had nothing to do with football.

Nothing to do with competition.

It began the day the supernatural world took my father from me.

They didn’t care; my father was doing his job.

As far as my family has told me, it was a case of the wrong person, at the wrong time.

My throat closed.

The memories were too painful.

“I´m going to change.” I stood up and made my way to my room.

I stared at myself in the mirror.

If I had the opportunity, I would avenge my father.

I would do it in a heartbeat.

My mother was an heiress. Old money.

He was a scientist, a brilliant mind.

Her wealth was the one that enabled him to pursue his dreams.

Thanks to his contributions to a cure, and my mother’s old money.

I could live the amazing life I'm living.

Except he is not there to see it all.

Cheering on the sidelines.

His proud look at my graduation.

All of it was ripped out from me by those monsters.

I picked up a black shirt and deep blue jeans.

I combed my dark brown hair and stared at my hazel eyes.

“Here goes nothing…” I sighed, the same old college routine.

.

“Nice,” Daniel said.

I chuckled.

He had a way of distracting me, doing silly s**t to get me out of my funk.

“Where are Killian and Carl?” I asked, placing my wallet in my back pocket.

“Here.” They walked out of their rooms.

“Alright, then… let´s go to Heaven…”

Daniel made a silly dance.

“I call dibs on the first hottie we see,” He said, and I rolled my eyes.

“With enough beer, you will think every woman in there is beautiful…” Carl patted his back, and he laughed.

“I have standards!” He pouted, classic Daniel.

“Low ones, but yeah,” Carl added.

We all laughed.

Hookups had never required much effort.

One drink.

One smile.

A little flirting.

Then a bathroom stall...

Or the alley behind the club.

That was usually enough.

It sort of came with the territory.

We took my G-class Mercedes-Benz.

“Are you self-proclaiming as the designated driver?” Carl said,

I knew better than to depend on those idiots.

If I wanted to leave early, I'd rather drive myself than wait for one of them to sober up.

“You know if I get tired, you can Uber back.” I shrugged.

“You are a fucker,” Killian said.

“I know.”

Honestly, I didn’t care.

As soon as the tires came to a stop.

The bouncer removed the rope, allowing us entrance.

Everywhere we walked, girls noticed.

Some smiled.

Others straightened their backs.

The boldest ones brushed against us as we passed.

Daniel, Killian, and Carl walked beside me.

We made our way to the VIP area, where the football team was.

The loud music, the crowded space, was too familiar, too much of the same s**t, over and over.

In our junior year, the novelty had worn out.

I went with the motions.

Drinks.

Small talk.

A laugh here and there.

I scanned the place for the next prey, over the baranda.

I watched people dancing and grinding on the dance floor.

“She put out nicely,” Daniel pointed at a girl with big t**s and massive cleavage.

“I am not taking your scraps…” I made a gagging face.

“But she is a kinky f**k… You might consider it when you get tired of f*****g vanilla style…” he patted my shoulder playfully.

Rolling my eyes was normal when Daniel was around.

I never bragged.

Never told them details, so they have assumed I liked vanilla s*x.

For the record… Vanilla is the least thing I like.

Let them wonder; it is part of the mystery.

Kinky was fun, but she looked like a w***e.

I had standards.

Killian stood beside me.

He patted my shoulder.

“Fresh meat, three o'clock," he pointed at the bar.

“What?” I was distracted by the noise, preventing me from pinpointing exactly what he was saying.

“Beside the bar…” he pointed at a group of four girls by the bar.

Four women, certainly freshmen…

“Danny, are you up for the hunt?” Killian asked, lifting his eyebrows.

“Where?” he asked,

Killian pointed at the group of girls, and Daniel whistled.

“f**k, each one of those girls is gorgeous,” he said.

“You make a move,” I said to Killian.

“Carl! Care to be my wingman? I am sure if I take Danny, he will lower my points.” Killian joked.

We were all always giving each other a hard time.

Carl flipped the bird.

We all stayed in our spots by the balcony railing.

My gaze drifted toward the group of girls.

I was not interested in hooking up tonight.

In fact, I was almost ready to go home.

I saw my friends making their way up to the bar.

“Idiots,” I mumbled, taking a sip of my drink.

Bored.

Uninterested.

That was my mood tonight.

Until…

The girl of the group Daniel had pointed out turned around, laughing.

“f*****g hell…” I mumbled.

She wasn't trying to be noticed.

She was laughing at something one of her friends had said.

Head thrown back.

Completely unaware that half the club was staring at her.

“I want a night with her…” I whispered.

Carl looked in my direction and followed my gaze.

“Wow, she is…” he mumbled,

“I call her.”

“Possessive much?” Killian joked.

“I just want a night…” I winked, and he chuckled.

“Alright… shall we make a move?” I smirked, and Daniel smiled.

“I like the blonde,” he said eagerly.

Carl smirked; we all knew he had a thing for redheads…

“Then, the tall one with dark hair and hazel eyes is for me,” Killian winked.

“Let’s play this cool.” I waved my hand, calling a waiter.

“Send those girls drinks, on me,” I said, and he nodded.

We were regulars at Heaven.

The waiter knew us well.

He'd seen this routine enough times to know exactly what was about to happen.

The way he chuckled told me that he was well aware that those girls wouldn't stand a chance tonight.

“On it, Sir.”

In an unexpected turn of events,

Tonight promised much more than what I had in mind.