Camilo's Point of ViewDominique had dragged me out of the house. Tossed me to the grass in the front yard. No one was around to witness their great leader falling. Or the curse words flying from my mouth at the man in front of me. Tristan had remained inside. A bloody mess leaning against the wall. Both his eyes would be swollen shut by tomorrow morning. Some ribs might be bruised from my lower blows. But Dominique had barely paid the boy any attention. Flung himself at me the moment he could instead of helping his son.The spark of anger on his face told me enough of what he had thought of the altercation. That it was nothing more than a nuisance. Alejandro had been dragged off by some of our men. The second in command had given them hell, meaning more men had come from their various stations to help get him away from Tristan.He had become frenzied in the same way he would when someone crossed him on a personal level. It boggled my mind but it hadn't been out of character. Yet, hi
Farren's Point of ViewTwo maids brought in a large mattress for the evening whilst Isabelle fluttered about in her room. From throwing most of her clothes in a hamper to making sure her shoes weren't strewn about the room. The girl was messy. Clean but in a very untidy way. You couldn't see a speck of dust on her dresser. Or table. But clothes littered the floor. Along with various other items."I really am sorry about the mess. If I had known you'd stay over, I would have cleaned up." She confessed whilst hunched over trying to pick up something from the floor. I waved her off. Dangled my feet from the edge of her bed.Rafael had stepped out for a moment. To check up on Camilo and Alejandro. I had made it perfectly clear that I wanted neither around just yet. Well, as clear as I could. Rafael had asked if I wanted to see them and I just shook my head. Looked away. That was the most I could muster at the moment. "I don't know if I can stay," I muttered. Picked some lint off of my dr
Farren's Point of ViewShortly after Rafael had fallen to his knees, Isabelle decided to come back in. Her hair had been tossed up into a bun. Loose-fitting clothes hung from her frame. There was a sadness in her eyes that I couldn't place. Until she saw the position we were in."Oh, my goddess! Did you seriously just propose to her in my room? Fuck sake! What's wrong with men these days!" Rushing over, Isabelle dragged Rafael up. Set him back on his chair. "At least make it romantic, you idiot!""Isa, I was just asking Farren if she would like to date me." Rafael clarified with a teasing smile. He looked past her. Got a glint in his eyes that he winked my way. I stifled a giggle. Wrapped my fingers into Isabelle's soft fiber duvet cover. "Ask her to date you? Boy, have you gone mad? She is already your mate. No need in wooing her." Isabelle said and shrugged. This time I did giggle. Burst out laughing shortly after with spit flying all around.Rafael looked annoyed at the girl. Eye
Camilo's Point of ViewI had heard Rafael leave. It was closer to midnight than it was to six in the afternoon. The moon was high. The night sky clear. A perfect night for a run with your mate. If only mine wasn't as stubborn. Or as shy. But nonetheless, I had heard Rafael leave. Which meant Farren was finally alone. Isa must have fallen asleep hours ago. Unless the girl was partying, her bedtime was nine. No later. It was just her biological clock. Plus, a bomb could be released right next to her and she would barely stir. There, she took after our father, even if she didn't know it.Tiptoeing through the halls, I made sure that no one else would hear me. Some of our lower-ranked dealers stayed in the rooms on the bottom floor. For protection, or so I tried to convince myself.The truth of it was that they were homeless and just starting out. I couldn't let my men sleep on the streets. What would that say of their employer? So, they slept in the lower rooms. Bathed in the communal s
Farren's Point of ViewIt was like looking at a million different lights. They were dancing in the air. Had a song all their own. I couldn't help my anger turn into awe. Felt myself giving in to the alluring moment. Yes, he had woken me up. Scared me half to death. But Camilo had shown me a fantasy world. Hadn't brought up a single negative thing since we had left the house.It was refreshing. But my opinion of him would remain the same. For a while, at least.To think, it was so close to my prospective home. Which, of course, I was keeping secret from the man standing beside me. I caught a glimpse of the wonder in his eyes. The way the fireflies danced in front of his face. Sparked in his eyes. His mouth was slightly agape. Lost in his own world. From this angle, he was deathly handsome. Vulnerable. The brick wall that normally surrounded him was nowhere in sight. Got lost somewhere in the forest behind us. It was astonishing to think the all-mighty boss was just like a little boy o
Farren's Point of ViewRafael had kept his word. The moment Isabelle let me know Camilo had left the building, I trotted outside in her clothes. Noticed Rafael standing against what looked to be an old chevy impala. The car was black. Had darkened windows. One white stripe splitting the roof. His eyes lit up when he saw me. But I paled in comparison to him. His suit was freshly pressed. Cut in tight to his waist. Shaped his broad shoulders. Black on black with a crisp white shirt. Matching black shoes and belt. All he needed now was Aviator glasses and I would be his in the blink of an eye.Rafael pushed away from the car when I came closer. Eyed me up and down with a hunger in his eyes. I shied away. Smiled up at the tall beast of a man. "You look gorgeous." He whispered. Leaned in and kissed both of my cheeks. The sparks were short-lived but high-inducing regardless. "I look like the Pauper aspect of the Princess and the Pauper duo, so don't even start with me," I grumbled. Walke
Farren's Point of ViewWe stood in the driveway and watched as the real estate agent pulled out her car. Drove away. My heart was twitching inside my chest. Palms sweaty. Neither came from my anxiety or a looming attack. Oh no. It came from the fact that she had given her number to Rafael. Or tried to.She had assumed that because I was the one buying the place I was just his friend. That he had helped me pick out a place to live. All of this came after I had transferred the money into the business account she provided. It also came when I leaned in to hug Rafael out of joy. Which made my temper spike. I had snapped at her. Hurried her along to do the paperwork for the transfer of ownership. And get out of our fucking hair before she lost hers. Rafael had only smiled at me through the whole ordeal. Until she touched his arm. Pressed her chest against him and tried to convince him that she would make the perfect wife.Rafael had lost it then. Told her how I was his mate. That this hom
Farren's Point of ViewRafael looked at me with a raised brow. Tilted his head to the side as he took in Louisa again. Sighing, I placed my hand on his shoulder. Smiled at him lovingly."It's fine. He most likely wants to hear how my hunt for a nurse had gone." A blatant lie. My first one to Rafael. I hoped and prayed I wouldn't make a habit of it. That one day he would understand why I kept certain parts from him.Benicio couldn't care less about whether or not I found a nurse for my mother. I knew he wanted to know where I had been last night. Why Rafael was here. The two worked together and my brother most likely knew the car. I just wanted Rafael to stay out of the argument that would surely come. He had enough things to worry about in life, adding to them would be an injustice."Want me to come with you?" He asked, pleading in his tone. Had her picked up on the stiffness in my body? The way my voice pitched higher than normal? I shook my head. Kept the smile on my face."I'll be