Leonel ~~~ “Fuck you Alexander!” One man yells as others shout their agreement. Everyone is talking over each other, proclaiming curses on my father that leave him blinking around the room in distress. It takes me a moment to realize even now, locked up, he never expected public opinion to turn against him. My ears ring as a pregnant woman in tears demands Alexander get locked up for life, and a man I presume is her husband tells the court to give him the death sentence instead. Now, the flashes of cameras are on, capturing the chaos highlighted by the judge banging their gavel in an attempt to restore order, but it’s no use. The crowd is in an uproar. I hear the judge ask me something about how I know Riley Kincaid, and I’m beyond grateful when the questions falls on deaf ears. No one is listening anymore. No one can get past the fact I have a knife scar from Alexander. In the midst of this chaos, I watch a sneaky reporter begin inching closer to my sister, possibly
Leonel ~~~ “All rise.” The room that was just loud and buzzing hushes with those two little words. I find myself coming to my feet, Bella standing right beside me. It takes everything in me not to glance at her. I’d already begged her not to sit beside me, explaining we look too alike and people may rightly guess we’re related, but Bella was having none of that. She wants to support me, and if she couldn’t testify after me this was the next best thing, her big compromise. She may think it’s small, but looking around I know her sitting beside me is actually a massive sacrifice, because when I turn to look at the press around the room and their camera flashes blind me in return, I know pictures of us are going to leak to scandal sites. “I don’t care, Leo,” Bella whispers at me for the fifth time when I explain why I’m stressed out about having her beside me, “I want to help, and I want to see dad’s face when you testify against him. If anything, I win from this situation.
Ava ~~~ I still. My entire body goes numb. No… “You didn’t…” I gasp. I feel her warm hand clasp around mine, and only then do I realize my hand was shaking. Maybe my whole body is shaking? I don’t know. With her second hand, she picks a tuft of my red hair, running gentle fingers through it. The action is so at odds with what she’s telling me that I feel like I’m getting whiplash. She reported Riggs and Jaxon’s imprisonment to the police. “Relax, sister.” She says soothingly, “I don’t know where exactly Leonel is keeping them, so my report should take the police some time to figure out. A little time for you to get use to the fact that your ex-fiancé is going to prison.” I shake my head, prying my hand out of hers, “No… No!”I knew Riley hated them, but to do this sort of thing she must hate me as well. Riley grabs my face suddenly, and I gasp as her fingers sink into my cheeks. She forces me to face her, an erratic, almost insane, look in her eyes.“I am tired of t
Ava ~~~ I should hate Leonel Sinclair for framing his father. There is no other explanation as to how the police found James. Leonel is smart enough to cover his tracks. After all, he has covered up his torture of Riggs for so long that sometimes I forget Riggs is a living thing. So if the body was found, it was Leonel’s doing, and if that same found body happens to be pinned on Alexander Sinclair? Then it’s Leonel’s doing as well. I should hate him. I really should. Yet, here I am at 10:07am, tapping my foot anxiously as I flip through the channels on Riley’s small tv to get to the show where Alexander’s trial will be airing. I didn’t watch it yesterday, but, knowing Leonel will be testifying, I’m tuning in today. Somehow, my stupid, stupid heart can’t help but need to make sure this goes well for him. “This is more enthusiasm than you’ve shown since we came here.” Riley calls behind me, and hearing her voice right now makes me want to claw out my ears. “Of course s
Leonel ~~~ I didn’t think I’d be so restless the night before the trial, but with nothing but my thoughts at 11 pm, sleep feels impossible. It feels especially impossible after what I just did, leaking the lie that my father killed James to the press. When Bella suggested we frame dad for the death of James Weldon, my first thought was; how the fuck does she know I killed a man? My second thought, which was the actually thought that left my mouth, was, “We absolutely cannot frame dad for murder.” If Bella felt weird about me killing James, she showed no signs of discomfort. As usual, she assessed me with an intense grey stare that haunts me as I try to sleep now. It kills me that I cannot truly ever know what she’s thinking. It kills me more that I have turned her into the sort of person who is cunning and manipulative enough to frame our own father for murder. “James? Who the hell is James?” Evelyn asked pointedly, staring at Oliver like it was his fault she had no c
Ava ~~~ Nicco Moretti is smiling down at me, and I’m not sure i’m breathing anymore. A few months ago, before ever meeting Leonel, this would have been my greatest dream. But, like everything else, dreams change, and the only thing I can utter right now is, “How the hell did you find me?” Nicco is unfazed, his lanky body leaning against the door frame as his movie-star smile remains firmly in place. “Hello to you too, Ava.” He drolls. The sound of his voice snaps me into action. I look over his shoulder quickly, careful to make sure no one followed him. His body heat and the smell of Lavender and lemon temporarily distracts me. I gasp as I look up by mistake, only to meet his chocolate brown eyes, staring down at me. “I came her alone, Ava.” He murmurs, “Don’t worry.” I swallow, too dangerously close to him. If Leonel saw us he’d probably remove Nicco’s head. The thought of Leonel makes my heart jolt, as it always does, and I break away from Nicco, pulling him in