Farren's Point of View Two men came forward out of the crowd. Bound Leon's hands together in front of him without even asking for permission from their Don. Knew that this was what he had wanted in the first place. Nodded at Camilo as they dragged my brother outside. His legs had gone slack beneath him. Terror had set in and bravery had fled. The fear in his eyes would haunt me for the rest of my life. Knowing I was the reason he was getting punished felt even worse. He wasn't a horrible brother. Not like most men I knew. He had just gotten angry. Lost his temper when I hadn't backed down. Who could blame him for his actions? I had always just been a nuisance in the family. Caused my mother and siblings irrevocable pain. And when the time was right, I would leave. Leave them to deal with whatever damage I had caused them. Mended their broken pieces and tried to carry on. But I always came back. Made it worse for them as time went on. My brother's blood would fall on my hands tod
Farren's Point of ViewI took off like a dog on fire after that. Headed into the house. Shoved myself through the throngs of men still lingering close. Laughing. Taunting. I wanted to sneer at them. Spit in their faces. How could they enjoy the suffering of one man? Feed off of his misery.But Leon had been beyond repair. Had lashed at me to leave him alone instead of accepting my help. He blamed me. Rightfully so. He had also proven to Camilo and Rafael that he was incapable of changing. Even when I had begged inside my heart that he would. Even when Camilo had just torn his back open, he remained the same.Some part of me knew that Camilo and Rafael had been right. But what had happened outside was an act of cruelty beyond belief. I wouldn't be able to forgive them for it.Maybe I couldn't forgive them because I had thought them better than that. At least I had thought so about Rafael. Walking deeper into the house, I took the stairs two at a time. Wiped furiously at more tears dri
Rafael's Point of ViewThe maids cleaned the blood off of the porch in the wrong way. They used normal soap. Shitty soap, might I add. No hydrogen peroxide. No thick bleach and a whole lot of scrubbing. Oh no, that would be too much work. Would take too long. Instead, they threw the closest soap they could find on it. Which was Camilo's body wash. The don hadn't been amused by it but let it slide. Because his mother was due home any minute and she hated the sight of blood. Besides, she would ask what had happened.Not that Dominique wouldn't rat us out eventually.But if there was going to be a UV light in the area, this spot would light up like a Christmas tree. Not that I would help them out. At the end of the day, we could blame anything on Dominique if we wanted to. Although the police in our area were lax at best. "You missed a spot." I mused, picking at my nails. My shoulder dug into the brick. Became numb after a short while. The two maids looked up at me then turned their he
Farren's Point of ViewIsabelle had gone down to the car to fetch my outfit for today. Brought her own clothes along as well. I couldn't risk going out and facing my mates. My anger would get the better of me, leaving the situation tenser than it should be. She had offered. Knew that I wasn't in the right frame of mind. When she got back, she pounced on her bed. Flopped down on her stomach, hands beneath her head, and watched me keenly. Those bright brown eyes of her took in everything. Noted every movement I made.Getting undressed in front of her wasn't a problem. Nerezza and I had gotten dressed together time and time again. Nudity wasn't the issue, the issue was that she had tried to explain Camilo's brutality away. His cruelty. It irked me. Bothered me more than I would care to admit. But he was her brother and I had to understand that at least. After I had fixed things with Priamos, our relationship became normal again. I would do anything for my brother. For my sister-in-mat
Farren's Point of View They stood as one when Mrs. Parades stepped out of the house and into the garden beyond. Smiled at her with flashing white teeth. But their eyes would trail towards me as I followed. Took in the displeased look on my face and simply brushed it off as nothing. Because they saw nothing wrong with what they had done. How could they when they had been taught all their lives that violence was okay? Underneath the irritated scowl, I was seething. Felt my cool rage rise and fall as if it had a life of its own. Breathed in the timid air and released flames from my lungs. My hands clenched into fists the closer I got to the bottom. They dared to ruin my day and then show up here as if they had done nothing wrong. The older gentleman looked over his right shoulder at me. Beamed brightly. He looked a lot like Rafael, with his dark skin and endless dark eyes. His shoulders were broad as well. Frame large and imposing. But he was even gentle with the teacup in front of hi
Rafael's Point of ViewMy tongue had slipped before my brain had caught up. I might have told Camilo about Leon hitting her but I had refrained from telling her about the house she had bought. It hadn't been my secret to tell and Farren had wanted to keep it silent for a while.Now I saw the fury in my friend's face. Saw his jaw clench. Eyes dart to our mate who only sat there sheepishly looking at all three of us. My mother held her shoulder in comfort. Pressed herself against the young woman. To find out someone you admired was beaten down like that was a shock to the system."Cam-" I started but the Don cut me off."When were you planning on telling me?" He seethed. Pushed away his empty glass. The air surrounding the table grew stifling. Hot. His anger could be felt all the way to the mansion on the other side of the city.Farren opened her mouth. Shut it again. Looked away, toward my father. As if he would save her. But my father only looked flabbergasted. Shoveled his head betw
Farren's Point of ViewRafael sat with a split lip. Camilo with a black eye. Neither looked at the other across the kitchen. Although both of them winced whilst they were being tended to.Alejandro had taken up the task of cleaning Rafael. Amy cleaned Camilo. I was sure that they had decided it in such a way because Amy might have murdered her son. From the furious look in her eyes, this might have been more true than anything else. But it wasn't the only emotion running rampant inside of her. She was disappointed in Rafael.So was I.Arthur stood watch beside me. Hands crossed. Stern look on his face. Fury wouldn't begin to cover how he felt. I felt different. Would never forget the blood spilling from Rafael's lip as Camilo dealt the first blow. Or how Alejandro had desperately tried to pry him off of Rafael.The shrill voice of Amy screaming at them to stop as they were rolling around on the ground. Until Arthur jumped in. Jerked the two apart and tossed them to the side as if they
Farren's Point of View The hotel room was bleak. Cold. Drained of all life. But it was the best option I had. I couldn't stay at Rafael's place. His betrayal of my trust still stung too deep. I wouldn't have dared set a foot on Amador ground, even if Isabelle had begged me to return. Thus the main hotel in Lupitum should have sufficed. Although it didn't. With their grand chandeliers and busy halls, I felt more overwhelmed than ever. Everything was sterile upon my entry. The windows. Walls. Couches. All of it stank of bleach and despair. The exact mental state I was in currently. My stomach rumbled a few meters in and I clutched it with a hand. We had foregone lunch after all. Camilo had stormed out and Rafael had followed, leaving me with a confused and angry Amy. I dashed out of the house when I knew both of my seething mates were alright. Luckily my escape had been a speedy one. I had no bags to speak of. Had left it all with Isabelle this morning. Refused to go back for the
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Farren's Point of View6 Months Later"Are you sure you want to attend? The twins are so close to being born and I don't want anything to happen to you or them." Isabelle was whining from my bed. She hung upside down. Glared at me whilst I was preparing my makeup.Not that it was easy. On the contrary, I hated doing it now. My stomach was too large for me to sit comfortably. The mirror was too far away and eyeliner needed to be applied close up. I would stand but bending forward meant my center of gravity was no longer in the right place. Throw that in with the fact that my bladder emptied itself nearly every hour and you had one pissed-off woman."I am fine, Isa. It is the grand opening of the Torrez Trust Project. I need to be there. You know how much time and money I spent on this. If it makes you feel any better, just come along." I whined. My liner was crooked. The wing was too large which made my eyes look strange. Cursing, I threw the liner down and grabbed some wipes. All of
Camilo's Point of View"I am heading home now and I swear if they aren't there, I am going to commit murder," I growled.There was a crackle on the other side of the line. A pause. "We are heading over as well. Everyone is done here and the greenies are cleaning up." Alejandro sounded rather out of breath by the end of the sentence. Ready to collapse. If today had been like the other four, he must be bone tired. People had that effect on him. Had that effect on almost all of us."Good. I'll meet you at the front door then. I'm not that far off." Stepping down on the accelerator, I felt my back pressing into the seat. My mother had taken Farren to the doctor. Claimed she was sick. But it should have been one of us to take her. Care for her. Not my mother and sister. Something bent inside of me. Threatened to break.We needed to make this work. Settle our differences. I needed to show Farren that this was for life. That she meant the world to me. And then some. I wanted to give her ev
Farren's Point of ViewWe made it all the way to the living room of the Amador house before my stomach turned again. Flipped in on itself. Isabelle ran to the kitchen to fetch a bowl whilst I battled to get my stomach under control. The girl was helpful until I spewed some more. The moment yellow bile hit the bowl, she was no longer a willing participant in helping me. Instead, her nose curled up and she gagged. Gripped the armrest of the three-seater until I was sure the wood might splinter beneath the cushion. "I think," she paused only to gag again. The bowl in my lap was almost to the brim and there was no sign of me stopping anytime soon. "I think I am going to get my mother for you." She finished with a shaky breath at the end. I nodded and resumed my position over the bowl.Moments later, the queen of the house arrived. Her hair was also pulled back from her face. Diamonds in her ears. And then my world turned yellow again as I vomited up some more bile. Isa had stayed closer
Farren's Point of ViewOne Week Later"Everyone who needs medical supplies, please go to the right of the line. Food parcels are to the left and if you need housing solutions, please come to the center line. The next trauma debriefing will be held in forty minutes." I screamed above the crowd in front of me.We had set up an emergency aid station on my estate. The front garden was filled to the brim with people. Rafael had arranged buses to pick up people at several different locations throughout the city. To make it easier for everyone to get resources easily. It was the best idea I could come up with to help all the families who had lost someone to our fight.Who had lost not only their sole income most of the time, but also their protector and rock. It wasn't their fault that their husbands and fathers had chosen a different side. Or that we had mobilized their protectors to come and protect us. Thus the burden of helping everyone landed heavily on our shoulders.Isabelle moved clo
Farren's Point of ViewI had forgotten to tell him. Had forgotten that one of the henchmen had even said it to me. Dominique had killed Camilo's father. And I had been too lost in my misery and fear to remember to tell him. Somewhere after being kidnapped, those men had most likely lost their lives because of it.Hell. I wouldn't put it past Dominique to torture them to death because of it. It gave away a rather valuable advantage that Dominique might have had. All thanks to two idiots who ran their mouths. Although, at the end of it, he had played the card in the worst way possible.Let it slip whilst he was begging for his life.The sickening crunch of Dominique's skull vibrated through the kitchen. I flinched. Looked away as he collapsed fully to the floor. On the other hand, Tristan only watched as his father gave up his life. A blank stare on his face.Alejandro had him in a hold. Forced him to look at the mess his father had made. And paid so heavily for. There wasn't a single e
Camilo's Point of ViewI saw her slipping away from the front of the house. Noticed her head bobbing up and over the back side of the wall. One moment she was there. The next it felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest from fear. Every nerve in my body stood on end. Felt frayed. About to rip themselves apart.Throughout the entire fight, I never lost focus. I knew where Farren was. That she was virtually unreachable to anyone. Until she decided to crawl down. To leave the only safety bubble she had agreed to stay in. Throughout the entire fight, I kept my eye on Dominique. Made sure the bastard wasn't advancing. But I took my eye off the ball. Let myself get distracted. If it wasn't for Alejandro disemboweling a man charging at me. Or my mother shooting him a second later, I would be beheaded by now."What the fuck is going on with you!" Alejandro screamed over the commotion surrounding us. I looked at him in disbelief. Shook my head. When I looked back to where Domini
Farren's Point of ViewMrs. Amador looked so out of place on the roof. Rifle pressed to her shoulder. Eye peering through a rather large scope. In her designer heels and twinkling diamonds. This woman should have been on a runway somewhere. Not shooting at people from a rooftop in the stifling sun.Even her lips were perfectly lined in the same color men would spill in the courtyard below. After a moment of adjusting and readjusting the scope, she settled it against the small retaining wall on the roof. Lucky for us, the kitchen was the perfect spot to stand on. The roof here was flat with a small enough wall that we could take cover when necessary. The end of an extractor fan shot out to my right. "Have you ever shot a gun, Farren?" Even her voice sounded too perfect to be of this world. I hoped that one day I would be as graceful as she was. Poised and perfect. With all of my training at court, I should have been better than her by now. Although standing right beside the woman, I
Camilo's Point of ViewI was waiting on the porch for them. Paced around so badly one of my calves decided to cramp. When I noticed the car on the other side, I felt hope spark in my chest. She was within reach and I could better protect her here. Although, our barricades would only last so long. At least she was here. As one, my men slammed the gate shut behind them. Slammed the steel poles into place as well. My father had put certain things in place to protect his family. This was only one of them. The large stash of cash and food in the heavily armored basement was another.Quintez was leaning against the railings. His face was a stone slab up until the car came through. He was in immense pain. I could sense it from a mile away. He had been the one to discover the bombs. Had jumped out of the car and ran full speed at the warehouse. No one had opened fire. But the bomb exploded not too far from him.Threw him clear through the air. It was the first time in my life that I was afra