Farren's Point of View"Benicio!" I screamed as I threw open the doors to the Amador mansion. Camilo was behind me. Trailed in lazily with his hands in his pockets. I had ended the picnic when he had tried to play his mind games. Demanded he took me home. Like a gentleman, he had, which was very out of character. Or so I assumed. Camilo looked like the type of man to take what he wanted and never apologize for it. If he had wanted to keep me there against my will, he would have.Flying to my left, I stormed into the break room. Their den of sin. All eyes turned to me. Camilo followed silent but observing. There was no doubt in my mind that he was smirking whilst walking. Took in the room of men and thought to himself how powerful he was. How much control he had over all these lives.I didn't care. Trudged through the mess of men who gawked freely at me. "Benicio, I know you are here! Come out!" I screamed again and rounded a poker table. Men stopped throwing their cards out. Turned t
Farren's Point of ViewMy mother was back in her bed by the time I arrived. Leaned against her headboard, a book clutched between her hands. Her reading glasses sat on the tip of her nose. Made her look older than she actually was. Or maybe that was just the cancer eating at her body. Either way, every day I spent here she changed little by little. Her hair had started falling out. Thinning. She wore a scarf over her head for most days. Tucked the hair into a bun the few other times. You could see her scalp by now. The raggedness of her split ends. She was nothing compared to the woman I had come to know as I grew up. Knocking gently on her door, I took a step inside. Her eyes roamed up her glasses. Peeked over the rim at me. A small smile tugged her lips. Showed just enough teeth that I knew at least that hadn't changed. They were still white. The largest front teeth still had a slight chip in them. "I didn't expect you back so early. Was everything alright?" She asked. Looked at
Farren's Point of ViewNone of my brothers spoke to me once they got home. Barely nodded my way and headed into the dining room. Only Nicolas smiled encouragingly. Or tried to make it seem that way. All their shoulders were slumped forward. Hollowness had crept into their cheeks. I was their last priority. My confrontation from earlier was trivial to them now.Benicio had specks of blood on his shirt. On his neck. I expected as much. Their line of work was a bloody one. My brothers were murderers. Plain and simple. That was no secret. But to see it for myself was different than imagining it. Thinking of it. As if those specks slapped me across the face. Forced my attention to them. It made my perception of this city and this family slip into an even darker shade of grey.As always, Louisa flocked to her husband. Clung to his arm whilst sending me a glare as they passed. I gripped the banister tightly between my fingers. Felt my earlier rage rise slightly. Then I remembered not being
Camilo's Point of ViewRafael was hot on my heels as I made my way up to the residential side of the house. Cursed at me beneath his breath. Made vague comments about how it was supposed to be bros before hos. Corrected himself and admitted she wasn't a ho like he had implied but that she was our mate. Which made things worse, seeing as we could never even share toys as kids, much less our mate as adults.Farren had left in a haste. Had bumped into my third in command with a huff. Promptly told him off, as I had expected, and fled the estate. Where she had gone was beside me. Most likely home. Not that that home was her home. From what I had gathered, the only home she ever truly had was the royal palace. And that hadn't lasted long.At least this time around, I hadn't sent someone after her. Someone to report back every move she made. But the tracker I had put on her this morning was clearly not adequate enough for the job. He had trailed her after spotting her hurrying away from the
Farren's Point of ViewIsabelle stood in front of the window. Turned her mouth into a perfectly round O. She had fallen into her own words. Hadn't realized she had let a detail slip that she shouldn't have. If she had only said Camilo had sent her, my eyebrows wouldn't have raised in suspicion. But now she had more explaining to do than checking up.Quickly, Isabelle picked up her hands in surrender. Smiled at me with a devilish grin. I cocked up an eyebrow. "Fine. Fine. I see I have an observant one on my hands here," she said with a wink. "Nicolas and I..." She trailed off. Twirled the end of her braid with her index finger. "Well... we are mates. But you can't tell anyone!" The last part was rushed. Said in such a shrill voice I was afraid the rest of the house might hear her. What would my mother say if she caught a girl sneaking out? Might as well shoot myself before she thinks the worst. Lupitum had always had a reputation for not being the friendliest towards gay people. My mo
Farren's Point of ViewRomano was at breakfast. The little scamp was at the grown-up table for the first time since I had gotten here. He clung to Benicio's side. A liferaft in a situation he had never been in before. Or maybe it was reversed. Benicio never tolerated Romano at the grown-up table. Had always made one of the maids feed him in the kitchen. Kids weren't supposed to be heard or even seen in this house. Thus, there was a reason for Benicio keeping Romano close this morning. Maybe he thought having the child here there wouldn't be any fighting. Which was a great move on his part. I firmly believed that no child should be exposed to squabbling between adults. They needed only a stable and loving home. Neither of which could be found in this house. But this was one thing I wouldn't cross the line with. Romano's health and happiness came first."Good morning." I chirped. Sat down in the seat opposite the little rascal. His little eyes lit up when they saw me. A smile beamed
Farren's Point of ViewThere was a certain degree of fear in the pit of my stomach when I walked into the Amador estate. Not because several men carried large guns over their shoulders. Or because most of them undressed me with their eyes. All of those things I could handle. Felt almost normal after all those years in the public eye. No. What caused the pit in my stomach to grow wasn't these men. It was the two that I might find once I entered the house. My mates that I had walked out on. Left gaping at each other as I fled. Somewhere inside those brick walls were Rafael and Camilo. And I knew that the moment they found me, I would be done for. Questions of all kinds would come from their lips and I was still very unwilling to answer any of them. I had yet to make up my mind on the home I would buy here. If I even wanted to buy a home here. At the moment, it had felt great to tell Benicio and Leon off. Tell them about the house Louisa had been eyeing in secret. Looking back, I had
Alejandro's Point of ViewShe was the most angelic woman I had ever seen. Hair of the purest white. Skin made of porcelain. Round eyes with a pouty mouth. Petite. So petite I was afraid that one wrong word might crush her. And her scent was everywhere. Consumed my insides. Dragged me down into the cotton candy-like abyss and left me.But most of all, she was already taken. By my best fucking friends.From a young age, I had wondered if the goddess loved everyone equally. Because if she did then why make some people poor and some rich? Some pretty and some ugly. Why give one person mental problems and the other an abundance of happiness. This made me believe that she definitely had favorites and I wasn't one of them.Farren opened and shut her mouth. Gripped the back of a chair to keep herself upright. There was a certain amount of disbelief on her face. Shock. My body screamed at me to comfort her. Claim her. Make her mine. But the problems with that were endless.Rafael and Camilo ha