บททั้งหมดของ Her Four Cruel Wolves: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Farren's Point of View My mother had glared at me when I had come down the stairs. She had been waiting with Benicio and Louisa. Leon stood more to the back. Had his arms crossed over his chest. Glared silently at Camilo walking behind me. He looked less menacing than my mother or brother. But still not pleased that his baby sister was going with his boss somewhere. For all they knew, I could be kidnapped and murdered. Louisa was the first to speak up. Made her voice heard when no one asked for her opinion. "I don't think this is right, Benicio. She should stay home and tend to her mother for us. That's why we called for her. Not to run around with," her eyes swept up Camilo's body as she sneered. "Him." "If you simply called her to tend to your mother, why not just hire someone qualified to look after her. I pay you more than enough to sustain it, Benicio. But if money is the issue, let me increase your salary. I only want to help my dear mate." Camilo said from behind me. Glanci

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 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

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 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