Eric woke up. His head ached, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his chest. He pushed the sitter back on his heels and raised a hand over his head. It was covered in blood when it was lifted. He looked down at the blood on his hand. There had been too much blood on Eric's hands all these years. He sniffled. “He left you there, Eric. You are his revenge. Everyone knows that. The war broke out and he left you to rot there. No one dared to beat Raymond after that, not even after seeing what he could do. Even criminals know how to love their families, their children." He wanted to tell himself that there was no truth in what Felipe had told him, but he had to admit…it was very likely. Raymond lied to him about how he met Vladek. After everything he and Raymond had shared, Eric couldn't think of any reason why Raymond would have to keep it a secret from him. Unless you have a very noble reason. Vladek is his father. Eric shook his head. He couldn't think about it. He looked a
His first impulse was to burst open the door and stab anything within an arm's length, but he'd made enough mistakes for a lifetime. This time, he was determined to do it right. “Hold the gun firmly, Eric. It's strong," said Raymond. He smiled and lifted Eric's arms parallel to the ground. “I can do it!” Eric lamented. He tried to shake Raymond's hand. “I'm trying to teach you, Eric. Listen." “He kept talking and talking. I just want to shoot.” “Patience,” Raymond said. “Stand with your feet wider and try to keep your breathing even.” Eric scowled. You are tired of talking. Pointing the gun at the tin can in the distance, he pulled the trigger. The force of the gun caused his elbow to bend and the gun hit his forehead, sending him to the ground. “Aaah! Dammit!" Eric rolled on the ground while holding his head. He thrashed his legs while trying to ease the pain. He could hear Raymond roaring with laughter. “I already told you! Stupid boy!" Raymond stomped while laughing. Eric
It's very warm outside, even on this cold night. Eric walked toward the guesthouse with great trepidation, but with it even greater determination.Part of him just wanted to go inside and kill Raymond in his sleep. That will end quickly. Eric wouldn't have to deal with Raymond's betrayal. He wouldn't have to face the man he thought was his father, brother, and friend, and question him as to what was real between them, what was trickery. He wouldn't have to see Raymond's eyes lose that glint of life.However, Eric knew he had gone too far to not know the full truth. He needed to know for sure. He needed to hear from Raymond's own mouth and see with his own eyes. A part of Eric yearned painfully that it was all a lie from Felipe.He was surprised to see Raymond swimming in the lake as he approached, gun raised. His heart pounded wildly in his chest and he felt a little dizzy.I can not.I can.I can.I can.Raymond emerged from the water and stroked his face. It took him a second to rea
When Raymond opened his eyes, Eric could immediately see that he was scared. Eric had tied him to one of the benches set up by the pool. Eric felt like he was dying inside, but his desire for revenge hadn't subsided. He'd been waiting for this moment his whole life, and couldn't deny it. He sat on the ground next to Raymond. His knife rested casually on his knee and was still covered with Jair's blood. “Tonight you will die, brother. I want you to know that,” Eric whispered. “I will act quickly if you tell me the truth,” he paused, “or I can take this knife and practice all that you have taught me about torture.” “Eric…” Raymond's voice trembled. “That's not my name, Raymond. I don't remember my name. It was taken from me,” Eric said evenly. “Do you know why?” Eric looked up at Raymond, his expression harsh. “You don't want to do this, Eric,” Raymond said. “No,” Eric replied, shaking his head, “I don't want to do this.” He picked up the knife and poked Raymond in the knee. "STO
“Are you sick?” Eric whispered. His blond brows furrowed nervously. I've never seen him like this. He looks so happy and peaceful. I reached up and stroked his beautiful face. "I am fine." He wiped my eyes, "Then why are you crying?" "I don't know," I replied and continued to run my hand over his face. "I think I'm just happy." He smiled, "Strange reaction to happiness, but that's okay." He bent down and licked away one of my tears. I squirmed, “What are you doing?” I laugh. "I'm curious," he whispered seriously. "About what?" “Will happy tears taste the same as sad tears?” he replied. His words made me cry harder. I can't control them. I am overwhelmed by everything. "And?" I managed to ask. "I think they're sweeter," he replied, kissing me, "but maybe it's just your face." We burst out laughing. I heard voices. I sat up in bed. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The room is very small. There are bars on the window frames. The bed wasn't Eric's. “I can't come back
“There will be no trial,” Kudo said. He started walking again, a fist resting on the back of his neck. “I know how it is. I don't want to believe it, but I know. I've been arguing with my boss for the past few hours. There will be…” Kudo seemed very flustered. “There will be a lot of arrest warrants, I'm sure. Those who are auctioned will no doubt be taken to a shelter, but… no justice will be served. Not the kind that those victims deserve.” "How can that be?" I sobbed. “How could you let that happen?” “Raymond is a senior officer in the Pakistani Army, Nana. His government will not allow a scandal to get out. They agreed to let our government take part in the raid on the condition that they keep their men out of the way. When the chaos is over, it's up to them to decide who's present and who's not, that's how international political organizations work." I felt like someone had just hit me in the chest with a heavy wooden stick. For the second time in my life, I understood Eric's
Eric has been gone for hours. I sat on the floor, next to his gun, waiting for something to happen, anything. So many times I thought about leaving the room and looking for him, but still tried to convince myself to give up the idea. Eric told him to wait. So I wait.A sense of dread began to rise as I saw light seeping through the curtains. The sun was rising and Eric hadn't come back yet. I wonder if Celia will return, but I doubt it will. The bridge between us has been completely burned down. The only consolation was knowing that she would keep Felipe from harming me.Suddenly, there was a very loud thud at the door, and then another hour. My heart almost jumped in my throat, but then I remembered Eric said he'd knock twice. I reached for the gun, just in case.I watched the revolving door handle and when the door swung open I could barely absorb what I was seeing. Eric stood in the doorway. His body was covered in mud. Blood stains everywhere.“Eric?” I managed to whisper, but sti
Fear aside, I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I tug on his dirty shirt and he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Sand and blood, I'm sure, fell on my face, but I just wiped them off with the back of my hand and continued to kiss Eric. His hands were everywhere at once, touching my hair, pulling me close, squeezing my breasts. His pillow hill slid between my knees, pushing them apart. I opened my legs and let Eric's lower belly press against me. I can feel his masculinity, confined in his jeans, pressing against his inner thighs. As we pounced on each other, a part of his wild personality seeped into me and before I knew it, I pushed him aside. He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causi