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  Do No Evil – The Society

  Copyright © 2021 Ivy Fox

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  This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of all word marks, products, brands, TV shows, movies, music, bands and celebrities mentioned in this work of fiction.

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  Cover model – Jaxon Human

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  ISBN: 9798753545923

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Author Note

  Do No Evil Playlist

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  Ivy Fox Novels

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Dedication

  Author Note

  First of all, thank you so much for purchasing Do No Evil.

  There are no words to describe how excited I am to share with you all the final installment of The Society series.

  I would like to take this opportunity to reinforce that this series has an entwining subplot that will be resolved in this book, which means that you must read the previous books in this series to fully enjoy this epic finale.

  This is it, my loves.

  The moment that you all have waited for has arrived. I can’t thank you enough for patiently waiting these past nine months for me to finish this book. I really wanted to give myself enough time to do Lincoln and Kennedy’s love story justice, and I could not be prouder of how it all came together in the end.

  I would like to ask one small favor of you, if I may.

  You all know that reviews are life for an author, especially for an indie author like myself. I’m just a tiny drop in the water in this huge and beautiful sea that exists in the contemporary romance world. So, when I say that I treasure each review since they enable other readers to find my book babies, I sincerely mean it.

  But I would like to ask that if you do decide to write a review to make it as spoiler-free as possible. Like I said, this is the final book in the series which means the BIG BAD will finally be unmasked, and I would really love it if every reader was surprised with the reveal. It will make everyone’s reading experience so much more enjoyable, and, in the end, that’s every author’s main goal—to offer a blessed escape into the imaginary.

  Right about here, I usually tell my readers that I don’t consider my books to be full-on dark, but more in the shades-of-gray category. I can’t say the same about this book, though. It is deliciously twisted and forbidden—borderline taboo even.

  However, there are some scenarios in this book that may be triggering to more sensitive readers. Although I ask that you put your trust in me and have faith that everything turns out as it should, some scenes can be and will be disturbing. If you’re still undecided if you should take the plunge into these pages or not, then I suggest you read reviews or join my readers’ groups to ask for feedback.

  If you’re okay with all that I’ve mentioned above, please proceed and get ready to see if all your conspiracy theories panned out.

  Expect plenty of twists and turns, my loves.

  Grab a box of tissues and some red wine because you are in for quite a bumpy ride.

  Much love,

  Ivy

  Do No Evil Playlist

  The Society

  Listen to full list on Spotify Here

  “Start a War” by Klergy ft. Valerie Broussard

  “Rule the World” by Vision Vision

  “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots

  “Moondust” by Jaymes Young

  “Come Back for Me” by Jaymes Young

  “Ocean Eyes” by Billie Eilish

  “Love and War” by Fleurie

  “Game of Survival” by Ruelle

  “Madness” by Ruelle

  “A Little Wicked” by Valerie Broussard

  “Twisted” by Two Feet

  “Habits of My Heart” by Jaymes Young

  “Mad Hatter” by Melanie Martinez

  “Smile” by Maise Peters

  “Teeth” by 5 Seconds of Summer

  “The Beginning of the End” by Klergy ft. Valerie Broussard

  “Run Boy Run” by Woodkid

  “Monster” by Shawn Mendes ft. Justin Bieber

  “Deep End” by Ruelle

  “Behind Blue Eyes” by Limp Bizkit

  “Dark Things” by ADONA

  “Dirty Hands (Gone Mad)” by Kendra Dantes

  “Moonrise” by WILDWOOD

  “Can You Hold Me” by NF ft. Britt Nicole

  “Crazy in Love” by Eden Project

  “Ready for the Devil (No Mercy)” by Vision Vision

  “Mo Ordinary Love” by Deftones

  “Drugs” by EDEN

  “Even If it Hurts” by Sam Tinnesz

  “Tainted Love” by Holy Wars ft. NOCTURN

  “Live Like Legends” by Ruelle

  “New Dawn Fades” by Moby

  “Joke’s On You” by Charlotte Lawrence

  “Lilith” by Ellise

  “You Can Run” by Adam Jones

  “Devilish” by The Phantoms

  “Heart Of The Darkness” by Tommee Profitt ft. Sam Tinnesz

  “Beautiful Crime” by Tamer

  “Kingdom Fall” by Claire Wyndham

  “Shadow of the Day” by Echos

  “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”

  ― Friedrich W. Nietzsche

  Prologue

  Lincoln

  I’m in love with a monster.

  A beautiful vengeful soul of a girl.

  Most men would run the other way when confronted with such an unforgiving force, but not me. Never me.

  I’ve always known what lies dormant in her heart—the twisted darkness that dwelled silently inside of her.

  A wiser man would have done everything in his power to keep such a danger to his soul away from him. He’d k
eep it at arm’s length to prevent the carnage that he knew was on the horizon.

  But I’ve never claimed to be a smart man.

  Such prudence has no room in a life when it’s the heart taking the lead in every decision. Because no matter how hard I tried not to love her, so deeply, so irrefutably, from day one, I knew I was destined to be hers.

  My love-sick heart saw beauty amongst all the ugliness that lived and breathed in hers.

  I saw nothing but glorious light inside her tormented, dark soul.

  It’s not the worst sight to behold.

  Especially in a man’s final moments.

  Tied and bound to my spot, I take whatever little time is still afforded to me to admire my love. All the while knowing that the gun in her hand, pointed at my chest, is growing heavier in her grip by the second.

  All sound disappears as I get lost in the sky blue of her eyes.

  Ocean and sky.

  One cannot live without the other.

  Everything ceases to exist.

  It’s just me and her.

  Her pain.

  My love.

  She places a quivering finger on the trigger, a single tear running down her cheek as she perfects her aim.

  My beautiful, vengeful monster.

  My hands grip the arms of the wooden chair, desperate to touch her and soothe her guilt.

  Her shame.

  But in the end, all I can do is keep my sights fixed affectionately on hers, silently encouraging her to do what needs to be done.

  “I love you,” I mouth silently, her lids squinting in grief at the declaration.

  And with a loud cry, my love, my heart, my very soul, pulls the trigger aimed at the heart that loves her.

  Kennedy

  ‘I love you.’

  Those are the last words Lincoln chooses to whisper, already forgiving me for the sin I’m about to commit.

  But there is no absolution.

  Not for me.

  And not for him.

  Because in the end…

  All evil men must die.

  Chapter 1

  Kennedy

  Ten years old

  For the third time today, my attention travels to the new kid at school. While the boys are having a blast playing hoops in the courtyard, my focus is once again diverted from my best friends to the boy in black—Easton Price.

  He’s sitting on the concrete ground against a wall, his back hunched as he furiously doodles something on his notebook. Richard Price’s new stepson has been at Northside Elementary for two whole weeks now, and I have yet to see him talk to one person here. He hasn’t made any friends, nor does he seem too bothered by it. He looks perfectly content just having his nose inside a notebook and a charcoal pencil in hand.

  I wonder what he’s drawing.

  I look around the school’s playground area and try to pick out something that might be beautiful enough for someone to immortalize on a piece of paper.

  Could it be the small tufted titmouse singing its whimsical tune, perched on a nearby branch, flapping its tiny wings to keep itself airborne?

  Or did he pick the girls with wide toothy grins jumping double dutch?

  There is no way I can pinpoint what his muse could possibly be from so far away, but by the way Easton tilts his pencil and vigorously shades the paper in his lap, he’s determined to finish his drawing before the end of recess’ bell rings.

  Determined to see the masterpiece for myself, I get up from the ground and dust off my knees.

  “Hey. Where are you off to, Ken? Don’t you want to watch me beat Walker’s butt?” Colt teases, dribbling the ball.

  “You wish,” Finn says, easily snatching the ball out of Colt’s hand and making a perfect shot.

  “Hey?! That’s cheating. I was distracted.”

  “You snooze, you lose,” Finn counters with a chuckle, holding the basketball on his hip after he’s retrieved it.

  I laugh at the rivaling pair before heading in Easton’s direction, only to stop mid-step when Lincoln places his book onto his lap and tugs at the hem of my T-shirt to get my attention.

  “Where are you going, Ken?”

  “I’m going to introduce myself to Easton,” I explain matter-of-factly like a grown-up would.

  “Who?” Colt asks with a furrowed brow.

  “She’s talking about the new kid,” Finn explains, his gaze falling on the boy in question across the school’s playground.

  I can tell by the way Finn stares at him he’s just as curious as I am.

  “No, you’re not. Leave that kid alone. I mean, look at him? He gives a whole new meaning to the word ‘freak’,” Colt sneers, apparently not as impressed with Northside’s newest addition.

  “Don’t be mean, Colt. If he’s a freak, then what am I, huh? A girl who only has boys as best friends?!” I retort with my fists on my hips.

  “I’d call you the luckiest girl in Asheville,” Colt rebukes with a smirk the size of both Carolinas combined.

  “Whatever. I’m going to talk to him, and that’s the end of it.”

  “I’ll come with you,” Lincoln adds softly beside me as he stands up to follow me.

  My chest expands with delight at how he always has my back, no matter what idea pops into my mind.

  “Yeah, I’ll come, too,” Finn chimes in. “Who knows, maybe he’d like to play some hoops with us. I need a challenge since Colt here sucks balls at it.”

  “Hardy har har.” Colt fake laughs. “Fine. Let’s meet the weirdo then.”

  “Be nice.” I point a finger in his face, demanding he be on his best behavior.

  “No promises. If the kid is a douche canoe, then I’ll treat him like one.”

  I roll my eyes at his snarky comment, but I feel a hundred times more confident in my quest of befriending Easton Price now that the boys are coming with me. However, my excitement instantly deflates when we see that Easton’s piqued someone else’s interest, too.

  “Looks like Tommyboy called dibs on the new kid. If he’s friends with that jerk, then he’s not worth our time,” Colt says, halting his step and crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Hey! My brother is friends with Tom.”

  “Exactly. Not worth our time,” Colt repeats coldly.

  It’s useless to argue with Colt on this subject. He’s never liked Jeff very much, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Since we were knee-high, Colt has always been very protective of me—even when there was no need for it. I don’t fault his animosity toward my brother, but sometimes I feel Colt should be wary of me, too. Jeff and I are the same after all, and we’ve always been different.

  “Tommyboy isn’t his friend,” Lincoln interjects calmly, bringing me back to the matter at hand. “Easton hasn’t made any friends since he arrived here, and it’s about time that changed. So move your feet, Colt. This is happening.”

  My heart does this little flutter in my chest at his assertive order, his ocean blue eyes scrutinizing Easton and Tommyboy’s interaction from across the playground.

  Like me, Lincoln is observant to a fault. Nothing ever escapes him. I should have known he was keeping tabs on Easton from the moment he stepped foot into our school, trying to solve the puzzle of what kind of kid he was. Whereas I’m more impatient to quench my curiosity, Lincoln likes to take his time to assess every situation—like the true leader he is.

  If we were ever to crown a king for our little band of misfits, then the title would go to Lincoln Richfield Hamilton.

  And one day, he’ll make me his queen.

  My lovesick dreams are quickly crushed and replaced with rage when I watch Tommyboy kick Easton’s shoe before yanking his beloved notebook out of his hand. Easton gets up to his feet and snatches the book away, but not before Tommy rips a page out of it.

  “We got ourselves a little pussy here, boys,” Tommyboy says to the two lackeys who have Easton’s arms pinned behind his back. H
e continues to snicker away as he waves a drawing of a teal-colored butterfly draped over a small batch of swamp milkweed.

  It’s beautiful.

  Just like I knew it would be.

  Tommyboy had no right to steal it away from Easton.

  No right!

  “The only pussy I see is you, dipshit,” Easton growls, his gunmetal gray eyes just as picture-perfect as his drawing.

  “I’m not the one drawing butterflies and flowers, freak.”

  “No, but you are the one who needs his buddies to pick a fight. Who’s the real pussy here?”

  “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t need my boys to teach you a lesson, bastard. Whoops! Did I say that too loud?” Tommyboy taunts mockingly.

  Easton jerks violently, trying to get out of the other two boys’ hold.

  “You call me that again, and I’ll kick your teeth in!”

  “Big words for a pussy.”

  “Try me, asshole!” Easton snarls.

  “Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

  Tommyboy gives his henchmen a nod, and they release Easton immediately.

  “It’s about time you got a Northside welcome, bastard.”

  Enough.

  “Ken!” I hear Lincoln nervously call out behind me as I run toward the impending fight.

  Before anyone can stop me, I weave in between Easton and Tommyboy, stunning them both still.

  “Leave him alone, Tom. Aren’t there some pre-K toddlers you should be bullying right now?”

  “Very funny, Kennedy, but get out of the way. This doesn’t concern you. This is between the bastard and me.”

  I feel Easton’s body ignite with rage behind me, ready to kick Tommyboy’s butt.

  Thing is, I can’t let that happen, no matter how much Tommyboy deserves a good ass-whooping.