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Arawn I watch Danny walk up the stairs to the front door of his house and disappear into it before I take my phone out. As I don’t really know what to say or to ask, I turn it in my hands for several minutes, before I dial Dario’s number. “Boss, is everything alright?” “Yeah,” I murmur, taking a deep breath. “You didn’t tell me about the night you picked up Nerthus. Is there something I should know?” He doesn’t answer straight away as he is probably weighing out his options. “No, I don’t think so, boss.” What’s with them and their loyalty towards her? Even if I want to be mad at it, it actually has me smiling. “Is there something she asked you not to tell me?” I push again, lighting my cigarette. “Like something that happened that evening?” He clears his throat, my patience running thin. “Yes, boss.” “What is it?” “I didn’t get much of it. But I got a call from Jenna, who asked me to go to the Sin Palace and pick up her friend.” “Jenna called you?” “Yes, apparently Nerthu
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Nerthus “Don’t you look absolutely gorgeous?”I giggle as I reach Owen, who is waiting for me outside my alibi building. “Right back to you, Mr.”His smile is more handsome than I remembered as he greets me with a kiss on my cheek. I gasp as he holds open the passenger door of his sporty car and force a smile as it immediately makes me think of Arawn.Damn it.“Wow! Are you driving today? How sexy.” “Thought I would show you that I’m not all about money.”I laugh, as he starts the car. “By taking the Porsche and leaving your golden Lamborghini at home?”“I would act offended,” He grins, shaking his head. “But I actually like your sense of humor very much.”“Oh, thank you.” I smile, leaning my head on my seat to look at him.“So, how was work in your little company in the last few days?”“Very boring, actually. How was the bakery?”I hum, looking out onto the street. “Very sugary.”“Sugary?” He chuckles, and I grin. “That’s all you came up with?”“I’m sorry, I really couldn’t help bu
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Nerthus I cringe at the fact that I am more afraid of Arawn getting to know about my date than of Danny making a scene that could embarrass me in front of Owen. “Danny? What are you doing here?” I hiss, as he looks at me wide-eyed. “What am I doing here? What is this bougie doing here?” At least he is so young that Owen will not mistake him for a jealous lover. “What is happening? Who is this?” Owen asks, looking at me confused. “He-” “I’m her husband’s brother,” Danny shouts, causing me to stare at him wide-eyed. Oh God! “Ex! Ex-husband. Danny, what are you doing here?” He lifts his phone for me to see. “I wanted to watch another movie.” Letting my arms slump, I turn around. “I’m so sorry!” Owen forces a smile, shaking his head but I can see how cringe this is. “Danny, take these and go upstairs. We will talk about this.” I hiss, passing him the keys. He takes them reluctantly, walking to the entrance of my building crestfallen. “I’m sorry! I would have invited you ups
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Arawn – eleven years ago “Your face tells me that you still didn’t grow your balls back to go get her.” I take a sip of my beer as Jensen slumps into the couch next to me. “Did you at least tell your father?” He asks, and I click my tongue. “How did the talk with your father go, by the way? Did he believe that you didn’t steal the stuff?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah. He beat me to a pulp as soon as I tried to make excuses.” Leaning in, he adds in a whisper, “He is kind of touchy when it comes to his drugs.” “I told you. You should have just admitted it and gotten over with it.” Raising his shirt, he shows me his beat-up sides, now covered in black and blue bruises. “Dude, he was about to kill me. If he knew it for sure, he certainly would have.” I shrug, taking another sip. “It’s not that you wouldn’t have deserved it.” “You are unbelievable. Our good and righteous, Arawn.” He lights his cigarette, propping himself on his knees. “But don’t change the subject. Don’t y
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Arawn I take another pull of my cigarette as I stand in the dark room, my void gaze still directed on the partly decapitated body of the man I once called Brother.I might overdid it by strangling him to the extent that I severed his throat even if he was long gone.The rage I felt was exorbitant.Not that killing a family member would be something entirely new to me, but this kind of hurt me.Not that it would matter.Dario finally seems to have gathered enough courage to open the door, having a ray of light falling onto me while I’m leaning against the wall.“Boss, we were just informed that Danny is waiting in the lobby. If you are ready to go…”I hum, tilting my head, not tearing it away from the dead body.“Did you inform the maids?” I ask him, seeing him nod from the corner of my eye. “Perfect.”
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Arawn “My mom always had this little box filled with cookies, but my brother got diabetes, so she stopped buying them. I’m alright, so I didn’t get why she wouldn’t buy me a box just for me.” Nerthus laughs, and I admire her as blowing my brains out seems like an amazing perspective. “Danny, eat. You are talking too much.” Danny pouts shortly before he starts digging in. As he eats his pizza, which must be cold already, Nerthus slaps my chest gently. “Let him talk. There is nothing wrong with it. Don’t be mean.” “It’s already past one, he should be in bed already.” I straighten my spine with a groan, taking a sip of my coke. “Come on, I don’t think an evening out will ruin him.” Danny scoffs, munching on a piece of pizza. “Yeah. Like curfews would exist for people like us.” “Again, Danny. They don’t exist for people like me. For you, they exist.” The small restaurant, in which I probably wouldn’t have put a foot in, is actually cozy, and the food wasn’t bad. It would be empt
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Nerthus The evening with Arawn and Danny had me falling back onto square one.Not that I had made any progress anyway.After lying to Owen about feeling sick and keeping the call short as well as having us reschedule a date to after Thanksgiving, I give up.Barricading myself in my apartment, I let my friends depart for their holidays with their families without even seeing them for the last time. I cancel our traditional dinner before they leave town for the festivities by telling them that I feel unwell.Absolutely crushed, I spend my days in bed, eating nothing but chips, pretzel snacks, and ice cream.And I actually start feeling sick.While I enjoy the occasional texts Owen sends me to check in on me, I absolutely hate my phone blowing off by Arawn calling me practically non-stop.And I soon have to recognize that I hate it because it pains me.Even with his newly named caller ID ‘Mr. Entitled Asshole’ he gets my heart to skyrocket. And as one day he stops calling me for like an
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NerthusEven before the thought of passing under the table to sit away from him forms in my head, his groan gets my attention.“Is everybody alright?”Okay, Helen, now you are pushing your luck.“This is really good.” He says, without even looking at him, and after a few awkward seconds, she walks away nodding her head.Just as she is out of hearing range, he tilts his head at me. “If you change your seat again without my permission, I’ll shoot her.”I laugh, his face remaining unmoved. “You can’t be serious!” “What about the dinner with your friends?” He asks monotonously, and I pass my tongue over my teeth.“Where is my money?”He shakes his head, picking the bill out of his jacket again. Showing it to me by holding it up into the air, he throws it onto the table in front of me before he takes another bite.“My friends have families,” I answer him, pulling at the dollar bill, and unfolding it.“And so?” He asks, slipping out of his jacket to throw it on the seats in front of us.H
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