Rafael's Point of View We had left her in the capable hands of Isabelle. Prayed that Camilo would keep his distance whilst we headed over to Farren's house to tell her family about what had transpired. Beg them not to take her back to Ireland after what had transpired. Priamos was unlike his older brothers, or so I had heard. He would whick Farren away in a heartbeat. His protective nature toward his sister slowly bled into the rest of Nerezza's mates as well, with the ex-concubine being the most protective of them all. At least she had given us the approval to keep her here for now. Not that Farren needed anyone telling her what to do. But having the family's approval was a relief. Neither Alejandro nor I wanted to keep her against her will. Trap her within the confines of the Amador manor. Farren was a free spirit, to say the least. Trapping her would only anger her. Drive her away from the three of us. Isabelle knew to keep her brother away from her friend. Show her the lay of
Farren's Point of View All he asked for was one week. One in which he proved to me he wasn't as horrible as he seemed. Showed me the projects he had in the works. The thought was appealing. Maybe it was my romantic heart that tried to urge me to fall into his arms. Hoped that everything I had thought about him until now was nothing more than bad expectations. But another part of me knew that even if he wanted to make Lupitum better, it didn't mean he hadn't murdered anyone before. There was once a time he had wanted to hurt me as well. Even if the man in front of me begged me for even a scrap of the benefit of the doubt. It didn't mean he wouldn't kill again. But I owed it to him and myself to at least try. "Alright. I'll give you one week in which you show me who you really are. If I am not happy with the results, I am not going to carry on. You have a lot to make up for and I am not going to let you off easily." I explained. The lines on Camilo's face vanished. His lips parted
Quintez's Point of View Lupitum was much better than where I had come from. The large imposing buildings with busy streets. Smells of baking loaves of bread and children running about. There might have been a more impoverished side to this city but it also boomed with something I wasn't used to. Happiness. No one looked sad at the circumstances they found themselves in. No one begged for scraps. Or arguing about mundane things. Everything and everyone had a place. Unlike the village I had grown up in. With a sparse population and even sparser food supplies, I had come to hate my hometown. People sneered at you on the street when you begged for their scraps. Kicked you down when they got drunk. Nights were cold and days hot. Nothing had balance within my old village. No one was safe there. Especially not two siblings who had fallen in love and had a forbidden child. Which was what had happened to my parents. Not that I knew them at all. Shortly after my birth, my mother was ston
Farren's Point of ViewI had wanted to keep my promise to Camilo. Stay in the house. Out of sight. Whatever was happening next door, it was well outside of my capabilities to help. To do anything other than getting hurt. I knew it. I also knew that Camilo had trusted me to stay here. Hadn't assigned guards to watch my every move. On the contrary, only his mother and sister got guards. It was a small token of faith from him. Something to look forward to in the future.It showed me that he was willing to compromise. But I couldn't ignore that tug at the back of my mind. Something was on the other side of that wall and I needed to see it. As if the goddess herself was forcing me out of his office. Because something was waiting and I needed to find it. This thing might help me later on. I was betraying Camilo's fragile trust. Walked slowly, but surely, down the steps of his house, careful not to draw attention to myself. Snuck out the back door. Four guards nodded at me when I exited.
I want to apologize to all of my readers... As of late I have been messing up my chapters big time. I have gotten engaged recently and I have also sprung a rather sudden wedding on everyone. Needless to say, I have been up to my ears in planning and organizing. (Who knew a wedding was so much work!) All of that combined with a rather strict loadshedding schedule (I live in South Africa and have frequent power cuts) I have been neglectful. I want to ask you to please forgive me for my sins as a writer. I am planning on redeeming myself soon. With two new books in the works and a bunch of fun content on my pages, I hope you can forgive. As always, lots of love. Lexa
Farren's Point of View We took my family to the Amador manor. Milla and Conan were shaking from fear. Trembled with each step they took. Lysander was covered in blood from head to toe. The assassins had huddled together as they walked. Stayed silent. They had taken the brunt of the force. Took it upon themselves to shield the rest of their family. Which was admirable. Although, Zaven had gotten hurt in the process. The tip of his ear had been shot off. Luckily he had heard the bullet coming. Dodged just enough that it wasn't a clean shot. Still, the assassin looked horrid with red coming down the side of his face. Isabelle had gotten several blankets from upstairs and laid them all on the couches in the living room downstairs. Mrs. Amador had come out of her safe space and stood at the fireplace. Her eyes scanned the room from time to time but other than that she was more a statue than a person. Nerezza was holding onto her children on the couch. Whispered to them softly whenever
Farren's Point of View They trailed me up the rest of the steps. Followed me until we reached the office Camilo and I had destroyed earlier. Alejandro was the one to close the door. Locked it behind him. No one was going to interfere with our plans. Whatever it might be. Rafael took one look around the room. Lifted his brow at Camilo, who only shrugged in reply. He had a gleam to him. A tilted brow aimed at me. I felt my skin grow redder by the second. What we had done was evident by the looks of the place. But the smell of sex was still firmly in the air. There was no mistaking it. Or shoving it aside. Yet, this was not the time, nor the place. We needed to have our own discussions. Not about anything other than what the fuck was going on. Between the four of us. With the fact that someone was out to murder me. It all had to be thrown on the table. Discussed in proper. But I doubted it could be discussed whilst my scent of arousal hung so low in the air. It was the remnants of wh
Farren's Point of View His body pressed in closer. Shoved me against the door without so much as touching me. I kept staring up. Felt his burning gaze settle on my face. His eyes consumed my exposed skin. Settled on the crook of my neck. I gulped down a breath. "Going to open up for me or should I take it by force?" He growled, mouth inches above me. I licked my bottom lip. Stared at his mouth, now curved up into an evil smirk. Just behind him, Camilo was sitting on the edge of his table. Watched the interaction keenly. Alejandro, on the other hand, had moved closer. Pressed his back against the wall to my right, face a mask of stone. His jaw clenched and unclenched. Fingers twitched at his sides. Lust had filled his face. Drove his eyes to roam me over and over again. Or he was assessing how much damage he would do to Rafael if he placed a finger wrongly. The scent of arousal clouded the room again as a rock sank down to my stomach. I felt my heartbeat grow between my legs. Rafa