Veil’s father looked up in surprise as she stormed into the house, visibly upset. She mumbled hello to him and dashed down the hallway into her bedroom, reigning her emotions in until she closed the door behind her.The room looked exactly as it did twelve years ago when Veil was still in high school. A picture of West Life, her favorite band at the time, graced the wall over her bed, and on the other side were words of affirmation her mother had forced her to put up, even though she hadn’t seen the usefulness.Standing before the cursive words artistically impressed onto the wall, she read them line after line, wishing that some part of her would take them for what they were rather than bother about what Orleans had said tonight.“I’m pretty,” she muttered to herself. “I’m brave. I’m kind. I belong to wealth.”It sure didn’t feel like it right now.“What the hell am I doing?” Veil whispered, dropping to the floor. With her back resting on the wall, she put her head in her hands, wis
The night was darker, its heavy cloak resting on the pathways. The candescent street lights illuminated the streets, creating an arc in the middle, the sides left in the arms of the dark.He had been parked by the side of the road for ten minutes now, after driving in circles for an hour. Anders didn’t think he could go to bed in this state. Work was a great idea, but his focus was bound to slip.Irritation and a dose of obsession hit him as he started the gas, the purr of the engine reverberating along the quiet road. Veil’s house was only fifteen minutes away, and if he used the full potential of his car, he could get there in seven.And then what?She was an adult, capable of making her own decisions, and he needed to trust that she knew what was right for her. But even at that, Anders didn’t feel settled. Veil was his, so no one else would dare lay a lousy hand on her.He wouldn’t allow it.His phone rang, jerking him out of his thoughts. Anders had been squeezing so hard on the s
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Anders found himself saying. Everything came flooding in at once. The memories that he thought he had gotten over were at the gates, pushing ferociously, and winning. He saw the images flash before his eyes. The laughter, the beach, the sun caressing their skin, the trips, the nights…everything.She was a part of those memories he thought he had kept at bay, and now she was here, in the arms of his best friend. He just couldn’t handle it all.Anders got up to leave, staggering before he could take a few steps. Lucas moved to catch him, but Anders shook him off, standing upright.“Andy,” she breathed. “I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you?” Her breath was labored. This was hard on her too. It was hard on everyone.But Anders wanted to leave. He couldn’t do this. Not now. He looked at Lucas. “I’ll see you some other time, man.”Lucas shook his head, but Anders had made up his mind. He moved to leave the balcony but she jumped in front of him, stoppin
Anders wondered what changed as he took a slow sip, the heat from the scotch burning its way down his throat. He stared into the night, watching it go by at its own pace, while three friends, sharing the bond of grief, remained trapped in the past. “Camila had always known I enjoyed music,” Amanda disrupted the silence, answering Anders’ unspoken question. “She thought it was silly that I bashed musicians out in public, while in the comfort of my room, I sang my heart out like I was in a concert.”“It's pretty hard to see you in that light,” Anders muttered, spurring laughter from Lucas.He good-naturedly raised his shoulders in a shrug when Amanda sneered at him. “I thought so too. You can imagine how surprised I was when I walked into a bar downtown and saw her singing with a band. It was a rude shock.”“That led to something beautiful,” Amanda completed, looking into his eyes. They seemed to gravitate towards each other, like the north and south poles. Anders could be in the room,
Amanda's eyes shone in honest excitement, as she looked from Lucas to Anders. “Oh My God! Now, this is juicy. Who is she?”“Lucas doesn't know what he's talking about,” Anders said dismissively, throwing his hands in the air. “There's no one, okay? I'm just trying to get Sophia off my back without getting on the President’s bad side. That's all.”Amanda's face fell instantly. “That's really bad. I was getting excited about bonding with your woman. It would just be like old times.”“Nothing will ever be like old times,” Anders said forcefully, a vein visible in his throat. “Nothing.” He didn't want to remember it. All that pain had left him in despair. He was a shadow of himself. Anders would never think about his friendship with Amamda without remembering the later part.“Okay,” Amansa said warily. “Maybe not exactly like old times. But you know what I'm talking about.”“There's someone actually.” Lucas had been observing the situation, wondering if he should just say what he knew. An
Orleans didn’t mirror Anders’ smile. Instead, his face hardened even more, contorting into a twisted version of De Acosta, almost like his mother when things didn’t go her way.Anders had done business with her on multiple occasions, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that he never let people walk all over him, De Acosta would have had her way.He stepped forward in controlled aggressiveness, and Anders smirked. “I want to ask you how you found me, but then again, a desperate man doesn’t reveal his secrets now, does he?”“Can we talk?” he said, motioning to Amanda and Lucas standing behind Anders. “Without the company.”Maybe it had something to do with the scotch bubbling in the pit of his stomach, or the fact that he was in the mood for a fist fight. But, Anders took a dangerous step forward, his immaculate smirk still in place.“They’re family,” he sneered, placing his hands in his pocket. “But then again, I’m not sure you know what that even means.”“Hey, Andy,” Amanda called. “Do
“Now, this just got interesting,” Amanda chuckled. “I made the greatest decision to come back to Mexico.”But Anders wasn’t listening to her. Every bit of his attention was focused on the man in front of him. He noted the apprehension in his gaze, the way his eyes darted like he was trying to avoid something, how he cleaned his palms on his pants, the first trait of nervousness.“What have you been trying to tell me, Orleans De Acosta?”“I haven’t been speaking Spanish, have I? Stay the fuck away from Veil.” Orleans spat. He felt like he was in control once again before it got rudely snatched away from him.“I hear you loud and clear, Orleans,” Anders sneered, nodding. “But what I don’t understand is the reason you’re so passionate about this. I’ve read about you. One of your many traits is staying away from conflicts. Yet, you have embraced this so wholeheartedly that it has to stem from somewhere with depth.”“You’re trying to psych me up.”“You talked about Sophia getting married t
Loud music echoed through the walls as the group stepped in, and instantly, Amanda’s face lit up in a grin. She pulled Lucas with her to find a table, leaving Anders to trail behind them, questioning his reason for choosing to go with them. It had always been Amanda on the receiving end, with Anders and Camila making her tag along on their outings around the whole city. They sampled meals, and Camila made Amanda take their cute pictures for them. She was big on that. Anders snapped back to the present when someone bumped into him. It was too dark to tell the person’s identity. He swore and walked in the direction he saw his friends go, wondering why he hadn’t suggested they go to his club instead. Amanda had already ordered drinks for them when he reached the booth, and as he slid in on the opposite seat, Lucas pushed his glass over to him. It was the same thing they’d been having on his balcony. “I didn’t want to mess with what we already have in our systems,” he explained, sampl