Farren’s Point of View
Lupitum was nothing like Makatza. The streets were horrible, even the main ones. Litter everywhere. Potholes in the road. People standing and begging at every street corner. I was shocked to see the home I had once longed for become nothing more than a sinkhole of crime. And to make matters worse, my brothers worked for the people who had deteriorated this place.
But I was back and that counted for something. After years of not seeing this place, my heart ached at the familiar buildings. The somewhat familiar faces. Although, the smell was off and so were the sights just past my happy memories.
Gone were the days when Lupitum rivaled Makatza as the best werewolf city in the world. Gone were the days of peace and prosperity for these people. Each person I passed had a hollowed-out look. No joy in their eyes.
When I ran into a street boy, barely age ten, I couldn’t take the pounding in my chest anymore. Mom had sent me to take food to Benicio and Leon, the brothers in question, but this boy needed some of it. She had packed a feast fit for kings and this boy just needed to be a person. Alive.
His cold brown eyes watched me closely as I extended out a sandwich for him. Wrapped in wax paper and sealed with a sticker my mom still had. He looked skeptical. Stood a few meters away from me. I smiled and extended my arm more.
“You can take it if you want.” I encouraged. The statement felt stupid to my ears. His clothes were torn, ribs poking through. There were no shoes on his feet. Dirt covered him. Of course, he wanted the sandwich. It was me he didn’t want around.
Placing it on the ground, I took a step back. There was a back street I could take. It would give him some privacy to take the sandwich. Clearly, the pride of these people hadn’t fallen yet. I smiled at him again and turned on my heels. Headed into the back alley. From the corner of my eye, I could see him dive for the sandwich. Rip it open.
The mighty had fallen far. Which was devastating, to say the least. These people had lived well once upon a time. More than well. But that was before my time. Before things had gone so terribly wrong. Now, all that was left was the mafia family. Those people couldn’t care less about anyone besides themselves.
At least there weren’t more beggars on my way. Although there was a lot more rubbish. The deeper I strolled into the heart of the city, the more terrifying their reality became to me. Most of the buildings in the heart of it all had collapsed in on themselves. Water, whether it was clean or otherwise I didn’t know, ran through the street like a river.
I tried my best to look away. To grin and bear the situation. I had come back for my mother. Only for my mother. Because my brothers were beyond saving. All except the one who had given me the life I had now. They ran with the cartel. The mafia. Did goddess-only-knew what. But I was sure nothing they did was good. Or did any good for these people.
Soon enough, I reached the nicer part of Lupitum. Here, there were overflowing lawns. Portly gentlemen with sheers in hand. All of them waved. Some bowed their head, recognizing me from my previous life. When they did this, the handkerchief holding back my hair felt oddly like a tiara crowning me. I smiled, nonetheless. Kept ambling forward.
It was almost midday. Lunchtime. They should be ravaged by now. Brothers tended to eat more than sisters and my mother made sure I understood that, even in my younger years. She always pestered me when I wanted to eat as much as my brothers. Scolded me when I snuck a few spoonfuls without her consent. Women had figures to uphold and eating away wasn’t going to get me any suitors.
We had mates for a reason but when I mentioned it, mother would always go quiet. Soon enough afterward, Priamos, the youngest boy but still my older brother, would take over looking after me for a while. He never cared how much I ate, just as long as I did. He would even egg me on when I ate too little to his liking.
Those were the days. Innocence. Kindness. No care in the world besides what mom would make for dinner. Playing outside with the butterflies. It was those days that I missed when I realized my mom had moved houses. Away from the modest four-bedroom home I had grown up in, into a mansion that could rival Nerezza’s back in Makatza. Money was no longer a problem to them, then.
No matter. It was the people inside it that counted. Although I barely counted my brothers for anything except trouble.
The road narrowed out after a certain point. Became canopied in by various large trees. Wildflowers grew in their shades. Pinks and blues and purples. The first gate came up on my left. Large and imposing but unlike the one mother had described to me.
When she told me to take the car, I had opted out. It couldn’t have been that far away. Now that I was drawing closer, I knew I had made a mistake. My lungs were hissing. Legs cramping. At least the poofy short dress I had worn gave my legs enough air so as to not sweat. A car would have been much easier, but no, I had wanted to see the city through the eyes of my childhood. Silly girl. This body was made to look pleasing. Not for walking.
Finally, a second gate appeared beside me. It was also large and imposing but vines had snaked through the metal. Made it look as if it belonged in some fairytale. A gateway to another realm. This was the right one to take.
Creaking open the gate, I walked into the unknown. I could feel eyes staring me down. Feel them following my every step but I could see none. See nothing beside the trees spiraling up to the house.
Several cars stood outside when I closed the distance. All with fancy rims and blacked-out windows. None looked the same. Which meant I was in the right place. The sheer size of the home in front of me was boggling. It was larger than most of the homes Nerezza had. Had a roman feel to it with pillars and marble. Even the roof was of terracotta-colored tiles.
Taking in a steadying breath, I approached the front door. Several stairs lead up to it. The front of the house was surrounded by a veranda. Figures and plants kept guard over the posts in between. It looked more like a fairytale castle than a home.
Upon entry, I noticed the subtle hum of the place. As if it was alive and waiting. Ready to devour all who entered. There was a slight chill in the air. Caused goosebumps to erupt across my arms. Voices drifted through the halls. Laughter broke out closest to my right.
This was as far as mother had come to explain to me where to go. The rest of the house was a mystery. Left me spinning in a circle, trying my best to figure out where Benicio and Leon might be. Until the laughter came closer.
Two men, maybe in their early thirties, appeared to my right. They were deep in conversation when they spotted me. Smiled crooked smiles as they took in what I wore. For a second I wondered what Benicio would do to them if they harmed me. Would they die?
“Look here. Good morning little lady. What brings you to the den of sin this fine morning?” The man asked. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I looked to my left. Waited for someone to trot down and rescue me. No one came.
“I am looking for Benicio Torrez,” I explained, voice meek. The man’s eyebrows shot up. Looking at his buddy, the two exchanged a few more looks. “I am his sister.” I clarified, trying to sound more in control than I felt.
My mother had warned me of this place when I was younger. Foul men and beasts lurked within these halls. If you gave them half an inch they would devour you whole and never spit you out. From the look of these two, I thought that to be a possible outcome.
One of the men opened their mouth to speak but a crisp voice cut right through them. Female. Gentle. Chastising in a way that reminded me of Nerezza.
“Abrador and Lenon, leave the poor girl alone. She is just looking for her brothers,” The voice cut them down before they even had time to rise. I looked towards the stair leading up into the house. A girl, close to my age but far exceeding my beauty stood at the top. She had cream pants on. Riding boots. A polo shirt that hugged her breasts. “I’m sorry if these brutes gave you a fright. They mean well,” she spared them a glance. “well, not always but sometimes. Come up. They are in a meeting with my brother.”
I looked back at the men. They were smiling up at the girl. Turned and left. So, she had some kind of power over them. Which was good to know, seeing as my mother would most likely send me here more often. Her health was failing her and making the trek every day to bring them food was out of the question.
Once I reached the top of the stairs, the girl smiled down at me. She was several inches taller, even in her flat riding boots. “I’m Isabelle, nice to meet you, Farren.” Her knowing my name took me aback for a moment. She could have seen the question on my face but chose to carry on walking.
Even up here, the house screamed luxury. With paintings and statues. Several plants. Isabelle walked down several halls and somewhere along the lines, I lost my bearings. She stopped just short of another set of double doors. Looked down the hallway the way we had come.
“Sadly, this is where I have to leave you. My brother doesn’t like it when I mix with business. Just go in there. The meeting hasn’t started, so they won’t mind you entering.” She explained and turned on her heels.
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
The smile she threw back at me was filled with untold stories. Promises. Cunning and devils. “Think nothing of it. I am glad there is another girl in this forsaken place. I get lonely.” With that, she disappeared down the hall. I furrowed my brow but focussed on the door in front of me.
It was closed. No sounds came from behind it. Taking in another deep breath, I advanced. Twisted the knob to open it but to no avail. Shoving a shoulder against the wood, I twisted the knob. Felt the door give a bit then nothing. Sighing in frustration, I tried again. Shoved with all my might, only to tumble to the floor in the room.
The basket I was carrying spilled to the floor. Along with the rest of me. My knees barked against the marble floors. Dress hitched up as I tumbled. The sound of a chair scraping-out beneath a table stopped me.
Looking up, I noticed a man peering over the table. He was utterly gorgeous. With a chiseled jaw. High cheekbones. Intelligent brown eyes. I felt the pull. Felt it snap into place. All the air I had in my lungs rushed out at once.
“Mate.” He growled and shivers ran down the length of my spine.
The den of sin had claimed another sinner.
Farren’s Point of ViewHe was utterly handsome. To the point where I no longer knew if I was in a sinners den or if I had been moved to a photoshoot. His hair fell perfectly across his forehead. Straight teeth gleamed in the light. That smile. Goddess. That smile of his. Curled up on one side. Straight on the other. As if he knew the world’s secrets and wouldn’t tell a soul.“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drop in and intrude.” I fumbled out, trying to get a grip on my reeling mind. The handsome man smiled more. This time, both corners of his mouth curled up. He was pleased. Hopefully satisfied with the way I looked.Extending a hand, I took it, grateful for the help. The sparks that ran the length of his hand and into my own were a thrill I had no idea would be so intoxicating. Although, my knees barked at me when I finally stood.“No worries. If I had known I would find someone of such importance today, I would have dressed up a bit more.” He joked.I smiled sheepishly back and brushed
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Farren's Point of View Everything looked different from the vantage point of a car. The buildings seemed to lean away from us. The people as well. Although, the Amador family crest flattened itself against the side of the car. Maybe that was why the people tended to lean and look away. They wanted to live in peace, and our presence blew them in every direction except ours. It was a sorrowful sight. To know that I was now part of the reason these people hurried inside and shut their doors. Stopped whatever they had to do and fled. But my brother was driving and I couldn't yell at him to stop. Place a few dollars in their hands and tell them to spoil themselves a bit. That I was sorry for causing so much unrest in their lives. Camilo had sauntered off the moment he realized he was unwelcome. Smiled at my brother and walked away with his hands in his pockets. As if nothing in the world could keep him from me. Not even my own reluctance. Benicio had bristled but our conversation was ove
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Farren's Point of ViewWaking up early had always been my worst nightmare. Until I had endured a true nightmare last night. It shook me to my core. Ripped out a piece of my chest I was unsure whether I would be able to fill it again. Because it involved a faceless man lurking in the shadows. Watched me whilst I tried to sleep. Stroked my hair whilst I moaned for him to get away.That's what happened when Camilo entered my room last night. Left a hand print on my soul that I would never be able to wash off. I felt dirty. Disgusted. Tainted in a way I had never experienced before. Because he had broken into my room last night. Acted as if it was the most normal thing on earth.It wasn't. I had hid my trembling. Shoved my fear so far down I nearly choked on it. But the moment he left, I felt a small sense of relief. Until I had to sleep. The thought of him coming back. Of watching me. It sent shivers down my spine.There was an undeniable danger surrounding the mafia boss. A threat that
Farren’s Point of ViewThere it was again. That cursed word. Hanging from his lips as his mother whipped her head back to me. Took me in, as if seeing me for the first time. I felt my mouth open slightly. Let my teeth shine through. Because I had nothing positive to say back to him. Fear turned to acid in my mouth. Dried up the last reserves of spit I had.Honestly, I wanted to scream at him to run. That I had a mate, whom I hadn’t accepted yet, but that was beside the point. Camilo wouldn’t hesitate to murder the man in front of me. Kill him in his bed and move over to his mother. Slit her throat. Most likely drink her blood. Because I was the mate of a mafia boss. But I was also the mate of one of the most handsome men I had ever seen.But it was his mother’s expectant eyes that froze me in place. Instead of running, I smiled down at her. Swallowed hard before looking back at her son. Who was also staring expectantly at me. Noticed a slight twinge in my face. "I'm Rafael." The man
Farren's Point of View I knew something was wrong the moment we drove into the estate. My mother stood on the porch. Foot tapping. Eyes narrowed in slits. Arms crossed over her chest. Benicio stood a ways behind her. He refused to look anywhere but at the car. Yes, something was definitely wrong. When I came back from my years-long trip, as they had put it later on, no one had come out to greet me. I had to get out and find them one by one. The house had been foreign and strange. But they had remained in their designated spots. Refused to come to greet me at the door when they knew I was coming. "What did you do now?" Louisa asked with an exasperated sigh. I glared at her but slid out of the car. The lingering fear from my stalker had vanished. Dulled into a smooth rock that sank to the bottom of my stomach. Seeing them out on the porch, there was a different kind of fear. Had Priamos passed? Or Nerezza? Or any one of her mates? The thought was stifling. Brought new heights to my
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