All Chapters of Crave The Enemy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NICO: When I get home, I find Sasha on the couch. He looks like he's been home for some time. He also looks rough, which is a very odd sight.I don't say a word to him as I make a beeline for the stairs. “Nico” his voice comes, making me stop in my tracks. “Where have you been?” he asks. I give him a once-over to make sure he's okay, judging by the razor I saw earlier, I can't be too sure of his activities before I came home.“Why do you ask?” Why is he asking? It's not his business.“I couldn't find you when I came home” he says in a low whisper that doesn't sit well with me. Something is up. I just don't know what.“Well, I went out”He immediately sits up. “With who?”Wait what?OhI get how this probably sounds to him.But do I want to clear it up for him though?Nah“None of your business” is what I tell him.I may have miscalculated my moves because he springs up in the blink of an eye. He looks different. Exhausted is the word. And that's not how Sasha is. He's always too

ALEKSANDERI've faced blades, bullets, knives and men twice my size, none got to me.I never knew how it would feel like to have someone tear me open with nothing but a look. But seeing Nico with that storm in his eyes and the way his chest rises like he's holding back something lethal, it undoes me.“Hey, what's wrong?” my voice is calm and collected, nothing compared to what I feel inside.He says nothing and looks away from me, trying to hide his vulnerability. “Hey, look at me. Nico just f*****g look at me”He finally does, and it feels like my heart is ripped out of my chest when his eyes meet mine. I did this. And the worst part is, I don't know what exactly it is that I did.“I hate you" he chokes out.The words cut me, but I don't show it. I have to pry more, so he can tell me what I did. “Hate me all you want,” I say quietly, steadying my voice even though my insides are caving in. " Just tell me. What's wrong? Is it because I tied him up? I can release him if that's it”“N

NICOSasha and I talked till the sun started creeping in. Yeah, that long. And honestly? I don't even remember when I fell asleep. One minute we were talking, the next I woke up to the feeling of a warm skin pressed against mine.His arms were draped over me like they belonged there.I guess I was so overwhelmed by the sheer joy of having him wrapped around me that I immediately crawled out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. Careful enough not to wake him.The bathroom lights are too bright, so much so that they make my eyes sting. But I'd rather be draped and bathed in the light than be trapped in the darkness. It keeps me from slipping back in.Toothbrush in mouth, I stare at myself and replay last night's event. Not the nightmare part. Nah, that doesn't bother me much anymore. It's the moment when Sasha held me in his arms and whispered soothing words in my ears to calm me down, the look on his face when I couldn't get myself to breathe. Yeah, that lives with me now.I'll

 ALEKSANDER The taste of copper fills my mouth when Asher drives his fist into my jaw, the metallic tang blooming as if to remind me that I'm still alive.The f*****r knows that I don't want bruises on my face so he's hell bent on giving me a few.“My bad” he grins. He'd been my best friend since fourth grade. I met him on the first day of resumption looking rough with snort running down his nose. He'd asked me to hit him hard. At the time I didn't know what could make him want to hurt so much that he practically begged me to punch him. I did. Amateur at that time but he was content nonetheless. That was the first time I'd ever felt truly needed, useful, anything but an heir to an empire. I loved the feeling, and we never stopped after that day.Over the years, he would call me when he needed to be roughed up and I called him when I needed an outlet. When we were sixteen, my

  ALEKSANDER  “I hope you are prepared?” my father asks, leaning back on his chair like he owns the air. Which he practically does. “Prepared for what? I'm not a fucking wizard”  I don't want to be here, I'd rather be doing literally anything else in the world than sit here with him. Plus, I have something very important to attend to and being here is a waste of my time. So yes, I am pretty pissed. “You don't fucking speak in that tone to me,” he warned. “Why am I here?”  “A little birdie told me that there's something going on between you and the Vescari spawn. I want to believe that it's a mere rumor… and not the truth” A little birdie. Someone has been snitching, one of my guards no doubt. I know it's not Boris because he's more