Novels by Scarecrow

Alexander point of view "You are quite the devil, Dexter," I joked, a smirk on my lips as I stared at my buzzing phone. What does she want from me?"What's the matter, boss? Pick it up," Dexter chimed in, maintaining his wild grin.I narrowed my eyes and took a sip of the hot chocolate coffee the waiter handed me. I savored the rich taste before swallowing."So, did you find anything about my brother?" I asked, trying to shift my attention from the phone.Dexter's grin faded a little as he relaxed in his chair, cradling his cup."Your brother is quite the snake. He's always two steps ahead of me," he sighed."Tell me something I don't know," I scoffed.Damian has always been the smartest, effortlessly winning our father's favor, while I was considered the disappointment."What happened to the plan of buying off one of his men? Someone willing to risk everything to get me what I want?" I asked, raising an eyebrow."That was my idea," Dexter said, adjusting his position. "But we have

A month now, and I’ve heard nothing about Dexter or Alice. Just lying around in the hotel, my thoughts went wild as I stared at the ceiling. I heaved a sigh, rolling my eyes, the clock taunting me with its continuous ticking.I sat upright on the soft hotel mattress, throwing my legs off the edge of the bed and walking to the window. The view below was terrifying, yet beautiful. Even as a mafia lord, I had this weird fear of heights, a phobia I had been struggling to overcome.I took a deep breath, enjoying the beautiful view below, a smirk on my lips. This was the life I had dreamed of. Not the mafia part, though. Just a quiet life with my beautiful Alice. Call me a damn idiot, but I was still obsessed with her.Lately, I would see her in my dreams, resting her lips on mine, drifting away in my dream world. Well, none of that was going to happen. It was clear that I had lost her. Now, I wanted revenge.My gaze still fixed on the bustling street, I stretched my hand, grabbing the glas

Alexander's Point of View“Damian is not someone to be messed with, Master. He’s just like your father,” Dexter warned, his voice calm, his eyes showing no emotions.I stared at the windscreen, unsure of how to reply, diving deeper into my thoughts. Damian. That bloody bastard.“I’ve been with my brother long enough to know how dangerous he can be. He is a psycho, a killing machine. ” I finally said, bowing my head slightly.“But, I'm not afraid of him,” my voice low.Silence settled between us, with only the soft purring of the engine enveloping the air. After winding through the streets for a while, the car came to a halt in front of the Brooks mansion.“I’ll keep in touch. Watch your brother closely,” Dexter added before driving off.I shook my head, dismissing his warning. My hand gripped the door handle, and I twisted it open, stepping into the house. The sound of my shoes echoed off the marble floor as the cold air from the air conditioner forcing goose bumps on my skin.I strode

Just as I was about to leave the hotel, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I tried to ignore it,but the caller was relentless. I heaved a sigh, tracing my steps to a secluded area in the lobby. I tucked my hand into my pocket, dragging it out.I stared at the screen for a while, trying to make out the caller's ID. Unknown number, I hesistated, a sudden chill crawling down my spine.“Hello,” I answered, bracing myself for whatever it is to come.“Hello. Dexter speaking,” a masculine voice said at the end of the line.“Dexter?” I asked rhetorically, frowning a bit. The name wasn't a familiar one.“Yes,Sir. Your personal bodyguard. Your mother hired me to look out for you,” he replied,his voice cold. My lips parted, a weak sigh escaping through it. My mother's protective instincts always kicked in whenever I was away from her. Let's just say I expected it. “What do you want?” I asked, my eyes scanning the area for any sign of him, but disappointedly, I saw no one.“I’m afraid you ar

Chapter 5Alexander's point of view “Well, well, well. The lost son returns,” I heard Damian’s cold voice echo throughout the living room, my muscles twitching beneath my skin.My mother raised her head, her gaze resting on me, a frown crossing her flawless face.“You don’t say. He is your brother, Damian, and I suggest you treat him with respect,” my mother said, her voice filled with love.I stood up, my gaze shifting to Damian. He maintained his cold demeanor as he walked closer to me, the soles of his shoes echoing off the marble floor, his eyes boring into my skin.He leaned in, a strange grin spreading across his lips. I felt his breath wash over me as an awkward silence filled the air.“You dare walk back into the Brooks Mansion like you belong here,huh?” he scoffed, shaking his head furiously.“I belong here, and so do you,” I replied, my voice cracking. I could feel my heart beating faster, my throat suddenly dry. I had to admit, Damian had a way of instilling fear in his en

Chapter FourAlexander's Point of ViewA few weeks later, I had completely healed from the wounds and body pain. I was finally fit enough to do the house chores. Besides, it was Alice's birthday, and I wanted everything to be perfect.After tidying up, I carefully prepared breakfast;buffalo chicken wings, her favorite,and brought it straight to her room. I leaned against the wall, staring at her beautiful face.Moments later, her eyes fluttered open, and she sat upright, her face immediately frowning when she saw me."I’ve warned you several times not to barge into my room without permission, haven’t I?" she snapped, her reddened in anger."I’m really sorry. I just wanted to…” My voice trailed off as she cut me off."Get the hell out of my space! Don’t make me ask twice!" she yelled, her voice sharp.I nodded quickly, relieved she didn’t throw the food at my face. A few hours later, she emerged from the room with the empty dishes, dropping them on the floor. Her heavy cologne filled t