Camilo's Point of ViewJust as my anger reached a peak, shit just had to go downhill from there. Alejandro had gone behind my back and slept with Farren. Broke whatever bond I had had with my mate in the process. She clearly wasn't to be trusted. Or even regarded as a mate by this point.She had proven to me that I had been right about her. That she had been a whore in her previous life and it continued on now. Sleeping with Alejandro had put the last nail in our coffin of love. Fuck all the times that she had coaxed sympathy from my heart. All the times that I had confided in her. Showed her the brighter side of my world. If she could betray me in such a way, there was no telling what else she could do now.But her sister had told me she was a virgin. Which made it worse, somehow. That she regarded Alejandro as higher than me. Than even Rafael. Bestowed upon him the unyielding gift of her body. It angered me. Forced a rage to grip my body so hard that I had betrayed my own morals.I
Camilo's Point of ViewMy whistle echoed off of the walls of the warehouse. Bounced around, letting the men in the back room know that I was well on my way. With my hands in my pockets, I walked on. Took in the mess of bullet holes in the walls. Skirted past the three bodies littering the floor, with crimson seeping out of them.A fine coating of white powder lay on the tables around me. I stifled a growl at the sight. So much product, fucking wasted. All because a couple of humans had grown greedier over the last few years.Alejandro's footsteps were near silent behind me. His hands rested on the hilts of his daggers hooked into his belt. Those piercing eyes took in everything. Assessed our losses. Counted the ruined packets. I could feel him taking it all in. Felt him making his sums and calculating how much we had lost.That was a matter for a different time. What I had to do now was figure out why the fuck they were here. How the fuck they had gotten in without someone spotting th
Camilo's Point of ViewMy clothes were drenched in blood. Seeped through the thin material of my shirt, soaking my skin beneath. It acted like glue when it dried. Became a sticky mess. Only showering would rid it from my body.But it would stain my hands forever.The car ride home was tense. We had met our objective together. Restored the simmering anger between Alejandro and me. Rafael sat in the middle. Made sure that neither looked in the other's direction. We would rip this car apart.Alejandro had offered, softly, to ride in one of the other cars. I had declined. It would break tradition and that meant the men would start whispering among themselves. I couldn't have that. Tension was already running high from the attempted break-in. If they knew there was a silent war waging between the three of us, no one would work together. Once we got home, Alejandro was the first to climb out. Slammed the door shut behind him. I hissed, baring my teeth. But the driver saw nothing. Or tried
Farren's Point of ViewThe gaping hole left in the back door was wide. Resembled my mind. Shattered. Gaping open to the world beyond. The world I no longer had the desire to face. Replacing the glass was going to cost a fortune. I just knew it.Camilo had broken it without restraint. Smashed it apart with no consequences to follow. Had retreated through it later on, right after ripping my being out of my body. Followed Rafael to wherever they had to go. From the look he had given Camilo, it had gone sour real fast within Lupitum. I had thought the air would return to my lungs once he left. It refused. Buckled and fluttered to nothingness inside my chest. I heaved. Gripped Zaven's arm in the process. We were all still staring at the spot Camilo had just been in. One minute there. The next he was gone. Whiplash. Nerezza shook her head. Braced herself against the small table I had against one of the walls, hip jutting out. I had intended to use the table for keeping keys and things on
Farren's Point of ViewPriamos had known better than to come to breakfast. Alastair had come back down with the kids soon after the food was ready. Both were still in their jammies. Had streaks of chocolate on their faces. There was no doubt within my mind that one of the two men had bribed them with chocolates to keep them upstairs.It was sad to think that I had dangerous situations surrounding them. No child should grow up with fear in their hearts.I had made waffles for breakfast. An assortment of fruits and nuts was placed in several bowels. Jogurt in two different flavors. Syrup. And then there were the three kinds of ice cream I had set out. Nerezza had only glowered at the frozen treats but remained silent.No mother would be happy with their child eating so many sweets in the morning but I couldn't help myself. I needed the treat and eating alone wasn't very hospitable. The next best option was a can of whipped cream in my room along with several dozen candy bars. This suite
Rafael's Point of ViewFarren looked like a deer caught in headlights. With her unblinking wide eyes and parted lips. Her hands trembled on the counter. There were bags beneath her eyes. A tightness to her shoulders. I shuffled inside, careful not to let the glass trip me up."I assume Camilo told you what happened?" She breathed. Clapped her hands together in front of her face and let them fall to the counter. Tired. Those were tired and conflicted eyes."He gave me the gist of it," I admitted. Leaned on the counter in front of her. She nodded. Pushed away some of the empty plates from what I assumed was their breakfast. Her eyes scanned my face intently. Took in every nook and cranny. "And how does that make you feel?" She asked. I shrugged.The truth of the matter was that I felt a twinge of jealousy toward Alejandro. Who wouldn't? But it wasn't enough reason to go off on her. Blame her for sleeping with him. At the end of the day, it was her body and her choice. He had just been
Farren's Point of ViewFor lunch, I decided to head out into the garden. Set up shop beneath a nearby tree. Nature was always a calming balm against the tender spot of my heart. Made my life a little less miserable when misery was all I was used to.Clouds gathered thickly above the branches. But it was a stunning day. Not too hot and not too cold. The perfect temprature. Birds still danced in the overcast sky. Some animals rustled in the leaves above my head. They were the best company to keep. Spoke little to none and never pried into your life.Besides, being indoors with nine other people felt a bit much at the moment. Especially with Priamos skulking about the house. Someone had kicked him in the balls. That someone was me. I wouldn't forgive him easily but having a conversation had to happen sooner rather than later.If it were to happen, I sure as hell wouldn't want it to be in earshot of the little ones.I had chased Rafael out of my home. He had also known about my father and
Farren's Point of View Most of the house remained unchanged. Except for the photos on the walls. Some of those were taken down. But only the ones that I had been in. It had been three days since I had last been here and I had already been erased from their lives. It showed just how much they needed me. How much I fit into this family. No doubt Louisa had taken them down at the behest of Leon. How my mother hadn't noticed the change was beyond me. She loved looking up at our faces from time to time. Admired her children. But I had been the reason her children scattered to the wind, each in their own direction. Leon had taken his punishment personally and now I lost this side of my family because of it. Refused to admit his own wrongdoings and blamed the maiming solely on me. As if he hadn't hurt me. Had gone in to deliver another blow. One could be forgiven if the excuse was right. Two? Well, that was just getting a bit greedy. "Farren," Louisa drawled from the top of the stairs