Brotherly Love

“Cassian Virello.” Gaya called each syllable through gritted teeth. She looked two seconds away from stabbing him with her phone. Her angry gaze shifted toward Detroit. Seeing how calm he was, she knew her suspicion was right.

He'd helped him ‘escape’. Because he knew she'd never allow him to slip from her grasp.

All those months – ten months plus, Cassian had been under her ‘care’. She tortured him whenever she felt like it, and when Detroit demanded for his finger, she readily and excitedly sliced off his ring finger – the one that was still bearing his wedding ring.

But who would have thought that a few days ago, when she wasn't home, he'd suddenly ‘escape’? Although she knew it wasn't possible for him to successfully run from where she kept him, but seeing how Detroit didn't react, it was obvious who released him.

“I missed you too, darling,” he drawled, descending the last steps with the lazy elegance of a man who didn’t fear death because he’d already danced with it too many