All Chapters of Business and Pleasure (Hamartia Trilogy Book 1): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

We fucked until the sun peaked on the horizon. The last one, I didn't entirely remember except for the wave of intense pleasure. I was sure I passed out after that, spent, glowing, and with the smell of Lucas all over me. I hadn’t even bothered to check up onLucas, but I know he was as spent as I was.Instead of a sunlit room, I've woken to a dark cave, with a forbiddingly soft comforter covering my naked body. The thick velvet curtains barricaded the noon sun to enter Lucas’ room. To say that the room was a mess was an understatement. Pillows were all over the floor, and a part of the bedsheet. Our clothes were all over the place, things from the nightstand scattered everywhere. It was like a crime scene. And if fucking was indeed a crime, then somebody call the fucking cops.I ached all over and everything in me is sore. But I still managed to mov

I honestly don't know where I'm going. I was just walking towards the gleaming lights of the airport. The pain was just making me walk, walk, walk and walk some more. I was a wreck! My head throbbed from crying too much and this alien part of the world is taking me nowhere.I cannot believe what Lucas just said—what he fucking did—that he tried, if not killed already, my father. Why does he mingle with family matters? He had the fucking nerve to tell me this now? Like it would be okay because he just stopped and confessed?. The fucking idiot. Another chance. That's all I needed. Another change at a clear and sane thought, then I’ll kill everyone. I won’t be naive anymore."Caterina!" Lucas was still following me. Now on foot, he jogged, finally gripping my shoulder when he got to me, and forced me to spin. To no avail, of course.

Everything was hazy and it hurt like a motherfucker. My head throbbed like there's a jackhammer inside. I tried to open my eyes despite the pain in my skull and my ankle. Then I remembered that the fucker snapped my ankle when I was lying on my stomach. Hissing, I squint when my eyes directly set visual on the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling. Aside from that, another lamp was angled towards me like a spotlight. Fuck was it blinding.Cursing, I forced myself to sit up on the cold metal surface of what I was lying on. I moved my ankle, but winced when the pain electrocuted my entire body. Nonetheless, I forced my body to stand. Slowly, I wait until I'm used to the pain. Red smeared the low neckline of my tank only to realize that there's dry blood running from my nose and from my forehead. He fucking hit me?! I thought with rage.The room was a metal box. No wind

Lucas~*~All I see is red. Red from anger, red from panic and red of my Mari's blood, pooling under her body as she lay weak on the floor. I heard every gunshot behind the damn door, all eight of them now in Mari's body. Handing over my sister to the big man, who I learned is Thomas, I told him to call for the choppers. I then ran towards Mari. She was a paper coated in red, limp and pale. Her eyes heavy and tired, her focus in space."Mari," I said, slumping to the ground beside her, out of breath as blood drools down her chin. I grabbed her head, carefully bringing it on my lap for comfort. She grunts in pain. From there I saw a few bullet holes on her body. Heart thumping and face steaming, I calm myself. "You're going to be fine."Her face is wet with sweat and tear

Lucas~*~14 hours.Mother and father left for a quick purchase of food as Harriet lay asleep on her bed. Her even breathes, her pulsing heart and the slight movement of her eyelids; I take them in for a moment, thankful that she's alive. I don't know what I'd do if I got there too late—if Mari got there too late. Jack had arrived a few hours earlier and brought me my clothes. Washing my face from the sink in the bathroom, I momentarily stare at the fucked up in the mirror. Tight jaw, dark bags and five o'clock shadow. Anger filled me as I stared at my reflection. The superficial flaw of my face is nothing compared to what Mari and Harriet have. They had bruises and wounds and stitches while I got fucking eye bags. I should'