On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Dexter

The confirmation was in the photo, but I still couldn’t fucking believe it. I began opening the cupboards and pulling out whatever pills I had left on the counter. My mind started chasing one thought after another; a sign that I was just about to lose the last bits of self control that I had left in me. The world started spinning, turning me into another person, the violent Dexter. I was ready to beat the crap out of someone just to relieve my frustration.

I had no idea what to do, who to fucking call. They could lock me up for this shit, and I could get a good few years in prison. The pills were supposed to stop making me feel like I was losing the ground under my feet.

I always slept with whatever woman came my way, but a fucking fifteen-year-old! I had crossed the line this time, and I didn’t even remember anything. My head was blank; I had no memories or recollection of anything that had happened at that fucking party. Someone must have dropped roofies in my drink, but now it was too fucking late to prove anything. The shit would be out of my system by now.

I was just about to swallow a dozen pills when my phone started to buzz. The number was unknown, but I answered it anyway.

“Tyndall,” I barked.

“Told you, I’m not like everyone else. You can’t just toss me aside and move on, Dexter,” Victoria purred. I clenched my fists so hard that I cut the circulation to my fingers.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Just this and that. Don’t worry, you will know soon. For now, you can do whatever you like. Just remember, I’m the one that’s squeezing your balls slow, but tight.”

“You’re full of shit. You used someone to drug me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, darling. The video is real—Jenny couldn’t stop talking about that night. Besides, I’ve missed your cock.”

I tossed the pills on the floor, roaring with frustration. I could take the risk and just tell her to go and fuck herself, but I had been building my business and reputation for years, and I couldn’t afford to toss it away. My track record wasn’t exactly in my favour. I had been quite violent when I was younger, but this could jeopardise everything—my whole fucking life. I had used an underage girl for sex. 

“Victoria, you want sex? Is this what this is about? I fucked you so hard and no one else came close?”

“Yes, I want sex, but I also need a date for a party.”

“A party? What fucking party?” I shouted.

“Oh, calm down. It’s something that I’ll use you for, a date for a party and some other functions.”

“I’ll end you for this, Victoria. I can fuck you up so bad that you will never lift yourself up again.”

She laughed. We had only been fucking for a couple of weeks, but I always knew that there was something off about her. I shouldn’t have messed with her, especially after the freaky shit in the bedroom that she wanted.

“Promises, promises. Just wait for my phone call, baby. You will be going to that party with me whether you like it or not.”

She hung up and I wanted to smash my phone, but somehow I managed to toss it on the table. I had shitloads of money and I could make this go away, but how? It was time to make some phone calls.

“Hey! Are you all right?”

Sasha was just walking through the terrace doors. I was furious, but she was probably the only person I wanted to see right now. Yeah, this was none of her business, but right then I needed a good fucking distraction.

  “Victoria sent me a video from this party we went to together couple of weeks ago, and this shit isn’t good,” I announced and scrolled through the e-mails. I handed her the phone when the video started playing. She watched it in silence, but the shock came straight after the girl announced how old she was. “The bitch is blackmailing me,” I said.

floor. She shoved her hands into her pockets, her eyes darting

at all. That evening I told her that I was done with her, but in the

this happen often, that you don’t

I was in

was asking too many questions. Fuck, maybe she didn’t believe me. She seemed so calm

your solicitor, Dexter. You can’t let her get away with

say what? That I was too fucking high and drunk to remember anything? No, I’ll deal with this shit and then I’ll destroy her. This is a game to her; she only

Sasha

out; he’d slept with someone’s child. He’d brought this on himself. Maybe with Victoria he finally crossed the line and she wanted to teach

was underage. He needed to check

me, but we have to be careful who we

my neck. For a moment I

my own phone started vibrating in my pocket. He let go

“Hello,” I answered.

Jeremy from Thomas

stomach sank and I glanced at Dexter, who was

“Hey, how are you?”

He would like to offer you the full asking price. Also, Mr Clement is a cash buyer, so it

believe it—I

you can let your client know that I’ll accept the offer,” I said, trying not to sound too happy, knowing that Dexter was listening. His eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists. This wasn’t good. Was he pissed that I’d sold

 I felt like I’d betrayed Dexter. I wasn’t ready to

you had a viewing,” he snapped, leaning over

do. The guy viewed it when we were in Glasgow and I couldn’t turn him away. I’m sorry that you had to find out like this, but I had no choice. It’s my mother’s inheritance,” I explained. I didn’t even know why I was saying this to him. He had known that

didn’t

Call this fucker back and tell him that you don’t want to sell it. I need more time,” he

you, Dex. My mother is freaking out;

“Who is the buyer?”

guy and

his face, and his jaw tightened. I really had no idea what the

step towards him, wondering what the hell his problem was. Only a moment ago I was in his arms, and the apartment

He won’t

once I knew that

down. I’m not moving out tomorrow. Why do you have to make such a big deal out

wasn’t his normal cheerful laugh. He looked like he was

care if you stay or leave. You are one of the wettest pussies that I have fucked, but I’m not someone that you

stand there and listen to his bullshit. I was so convinced that we were past that. I walked away and slammed the door behind me, angry that we were back to square one, that I

I would live next him forever. It was my parents’ apartment and I had no say in the matter. Mum needed a buyer. My job

inside my own apartment. Now he wasn’t only making me mad, but also ill. Dexter was self-destructive, but he didn’t need to take it out on me. I was trying to convince myself that he got angry because

that he was next door. Several minutes later I heard him

sleeping pills. With the visit to my mother, the intense sex with Dexter, my encounter with Kirk, Victoria showing up and then the phone call, I was utterly drained. I needed to be on my own for a bit to digest

other. Our argument gave him a good excuse to