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“I figured it out on my own.”
After finding out from Peter that Death adopted a little boy, I did some research and racked my brain, wondering why he would do it, and then it hit me.
It could only be Frederick, but I refused to believe it until I had the facts and evidence in my hands because it’s one thing to think your twin is a coward.
Quite another that he’s a psychopath who gives zero fucks about the family who raised him.
Kian might be diagnosed with it, but he would never hurt any of us, even if he has a hard time understanding what love is. He never even hurt an animal in his life.
True evil is a choice because we’re all born innocent.
“Have you? It must have broken your heart, then.” He sighs, dragging the blade over the ground, the sound grating on my nerves as we circle around one another, watching each other intently. “To have a twin and a brother capable of such things.”
“You stopped being my brother when you lied to save your ass.”
“That’s the difference between us, Florian. I’ll always be selfish, and that’s why victory shall always be mine.” He moves closer, and I step back, zeroing my gaze in on the blade because I have no weapon. “Believe it or not, I never wished for your death.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Your suffering is far more interesting than anything else. I might leave a cut or too, or a few more scars on that skin of yours so you can remember this day.” Pleasure coats his voice, and in this moment, to me, he’s nothing but an enemy who needs to be destroyed. “I won’t kill you.” He chuckles. “You’ll probably want to kill yourself, though, once you lose Jimena and the baby. The drug I gave her is powerful and being born in these conditions…” He swirls a finger in the air. “It’s a death sentence. Poetic way to die, I’d say.” He shrugs. “If Jimena doesn’t die right along with the baby…she’d die out of grief. I’m afraid she takes after her mother when it comes to loving her children.”
Every word he utters serves as gasoline to the fire of my rage. I move to the back as he follows me because I need him closer to the edge. My advantage over him is knowing this island inside and out. “You’re a delusional fool, Frederick. You must take after our mother and especially your father. Haven’t seen a bigger fool than him.”
He roars and pushes the blade forward, and I allow him to lightly graze my skin and then jump to the right, evading a deeper cut, and anger vibrates from him. “I’m nothing like them.”
Interesting, he despises his parents.
“Ah, if only our mother could see you now. She’d be devastated her favorite child hates her.” He darts toward me, but I block his hit, delivering my own to his gut, all the while strategically nearing the cliff.
“At least she always loved me. She’d approve of my choices.”
He’s completely lost his head and sanity. “She never loved anyone but herself.” I use this moment to deliver a blow to his spine, and he cries out, stepping back and landing a hard kick under my knees. We circle each other again. The wind whooshes around us, and we breathe heavily.
“Have you ever wondered why it was so easy to kidnap us on that day?” Frederick enjoys being a murderer, but he has too high an opinion of himself like every narcissist. He gets pleasure from thinking our mother loved him more than me because he was Bellamy’s son, and I want to squash that joy before ending his entire existence. “Our mother took us to the park and requested that security stay home because she was meeting Bellamy there. They were fucking, which gave Death an easy opportunity to steal us.” His breathing becomes louder. “So you were never her favorite, Frederick. In fact, you are no one’s favorite.” I click my tongue. “What a pity. You spent all your life trying to prove you’re superior when you’re just an average murderer. A statistic.” His revenge endgame was always about proving to everyone that he was better than us, and especially me. However, he failed to see that he became the one thing everyone hates. “I pity you, Frederick,” I say just as I take a huge step backward, and he lunges after me, his blade piercing my flesh. Pain zips through my system, but I ignore it.
I finally have his weapon, so I punch him in the face and kick his ankles, making him fall to the ground. “You’re a piece of shit who didn’t deserve my father’s kindness.” Discovering the truth made me respect and love Dad even more because he was ready to raise us both as his own despite never giving two shits about our mother. And what did Frederick do? Turned his life into hell. “You’ll never be better than me because I have something you don’t. Value for human life.”
I wrap my hand around his throat, and the fucker laughs. “Yes, and this is my salvation, isn’t it? Your weak heart won’t ever let you kill your own brother. That’s the magnificence of my evil. I’m capable of hurting you, whereas you’re incapable of ending my life.” Another burst of laughter as happiness shines in his eyes. “Your baby is dying because of me, and you won’t do shit about it.”
“You’re wrong, Frederick.” He frowns when I reach for the blade’s handle and remove it, my blood pouring from the wound. “You hurt my woman and baby. No one gets away with that. Because they come above anyone else.” I stab the blade right into his artery, cutting his throat, and he cries out, but my hold on him stays until I feel his pulse slowly stop.
I sit up on my knees and push his body off the cliff, watching him fall down and crash over the rocks before the ocean washes him away.
No one would ever know Frederick Price survived the kidnapping and caused all this grief to us all. Dad and Grandpa don’t deserve that.
“It’s over,” I whisper, and that’s when the hurt consuming me registers in my mind. I glance down at the wound oozing blood, and dizziness overtakes me, making me fall on my back as I gulp for breath, only to start choking on my own blood.
He must have pierced the abdominal aorta, which means I don’t have much time.
It was probably always inevitable. We came to this world together, and we’re leaving this world together, but at least I fulfilled my purpose.
This particular evil will never hurt my family again.
“Florian.” Remi drops to the ground next to me, his eyes widening as he tries to cover up my wound, but it’s useless. We both know that nothing can stop it, but medical help is impossible in our current situation. “Florian, fuck.”
“Octavius,” I whisper, and he leans closer to hear me better. “Octavius will tell her.” His face hardens, but I grab his hand. “Only Octavius.”
Whoever tells my Jimena about this needs to be able to bear her pain, and only Octavius can do that.
