The Nerdy Prince and His Nemesis.

The Nerdy Prince and His Nemesis. This is the final book in the Colton Clan Series. Although the book does have my usual humour, and romance in it. The content at the beginning is dark, due to the circumstances our hero’s find themselves in. Also, Hamish, the male lead highlights the complexities of being neuro diverse, and what it is like to live in a world where your brain's way of working is not classed as ‘Normal’. I do attempt to make my books stand alone, however with this one, I would suggest reading the rest of the books, along with The Lone Alpha, for clarity on who is who, and what is what. I will be doing daily updates, and very much look forward to your thoughts and comments. Thanks for reading. JN. Chapter One. Part One. Who's That Girl. Jorge cursed as he opened the door to the cell where the b***h lay huddled in a corner, not knowing left from right. The stench of her uncontrollable bowels hit his nostrils making him gag, not the first time over the past eighteen months. “She has crapped herself again,” he muttered to himself. However, he was not going to clean her up. He never did. Not after the trick she tried to pull. He didn’t know why Sergie insisted they let her live, but his was not to reason why, just follow the orders that were issued to him from those on high. In his opinion, the stinking bundle in the corner, was a liability now, no longer useful to their cause. Hell after the amount of wolfsbane they had injected in her system, he doubted the b***h even remembered which way was up, let alone be able to hack and code like she could 18 months ago. Jorge strode over to her slumped body, slamming the metal tray on the floor, directly into the stream of diarrhoea. The food, if you could call it that, contained the left-over slops that they fed her once per day, just enough so that she didn’t starve to death. He pulled out the syringe filled with wolfsbane, and lifted it up, using his werewolf sight to see in the pitch blackness of the cell, and flicked the air bubbles before pulling off the tiny lid and jabbing it into the b***h’s thigh, plunging the poison into her system. Every day he had to enter this stinking cell, deep underground, topping her up, keeping her in the drugged-up state, which would have her laying in her own shite without so much as a whimper of protest. It was the orders from on high, a way of keeping her under control. They had been lax when Liza and Mario first brought her to them, thinking the low dose of wolfsbane was enough to have her do their bidding, but control her enough so that she didn’t cause a problem. Jorge believed from the very beginning that it was a mistake. He took great delight when he was proved right. The lowly guard had mentioned the risk more than once, but he was ignored. He inwardly scoffed at the higher echelons of the Costa Lobo, because all the time she was supposedly hacking into the Colton Industries list of high-profile companies, she was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs, for that damned Nerdy Prince Hamish Colton. Even begging for his help. It had almost worked, her trail so deeply hidden in the code and graphics of her taunting clown, those watching her work almost missed it. But, lucky for them, she got sloppy, and one of Sergio’s RFW technicians spotted the messages. Jorge believed they were lucky that day. Getting her out of her prison in Moscow the nick of time before the royal assholes arrived to attempt a rescue. The b***h had been in solitary ever since, moving every couple of months, not allowed near a computer, and drugged up to her eyeballs, keeping her alive. But only just. Jorge walked out of the cell, up the flight of stairs that would lead to fresh air, a requirement for any guard that had to serve the prisoner her food and inject her with their poison. Opening the door, he inhaled a deep breath, allowing the sweet scent of the pine trees to fill his senses, chasing away the smell so disgusting he could taste it. “Jorge. Have you given the b***h her injection?” Boris asked. Jorge let out an annoyed breath, he hated Boris. He was allegedly his direct command, but in his opinion, Boris sucked up to the higher ups in the organization, to gain the promotion. Jorge firmly believed he should have taken up the lower management position, that he was more qualified for the job. “Yes,” Jorge resisted the urge to roll his eyes at been questioned if he had carried out his duties correctly. “f**k. Sergie messaged. We have lost our asset. She is all we have left now. We need to reduce the dosage and get her strong enough to start her hacking again. ASAP!” Boris yelled, running his hand through his shoulder-length greasy hair in frustration. “After what we have been pumping into her veins, I doubt she will even remember her name, let alone be one of the most intelligent people on the planet, bar, the Nerdy Prince,” Jorge scoffed. “You better hope she is, else it will be both our heads on the block!”