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His temper is legendary, and no one ever wants to be on the receiving end of it.
Remi Reyes.
My attention shifts to the next man. Half of his head is shaved with the rest falling over the side of his face, covering an angry, long scar on his cheek, and my heart squeezes in my chest because the knowledge of how he got it still haunts me. A barbarian trapped in a suit, whose ripped body is ready to erupt from it at any moment, makes him seem out of place during most social gatherings. However, his status urges people to invite him over as his oil empire thrives and prospers, making him one of the most sought-after businessmen in the world.
Women, though?
They tremble in his company and always try to escape, worse, use him to get to his friends, and just the idea angers me because underneath his hard facade…he’s a protector to the core and survived a cruel fate no child should have faced.
His dark eyes scan me from head to toe, and he lifts his chin in greeting, making me chuckle as my relationship with him…is a bit weird, to say the least.
We’ve never been close because he had his own little sister to spoil, Estella. She’s six years older than me and married her college professor a few years ago, which caused quite a riot back then. I have to give the girl huge points for going against everyone, her beloved brother included, to be with her man since he comes from a powerful mafia clan.
However, he’s been an integral part of my life while growing up, and his shadow looms over me wherever I go. The man might rarely talk to me, but he considers me part of his family.
And as such, I have his loyalty.
Octavius Reed.
My eyes collide with the piercing ocean-blue ones next, the same as mine. They soften for a second when he zeros his gaze on me and sends a grin my way, warming me from the inside out and reminding me that his relationship with our parents might be complicated…but his protectiveness and love for me could never be questioned.
The three-piece suit he dons points out his muscled physique, and his dark hair accentuates his tan skin and emphasizes the high cheekbones that bring attention to the perfect symmetry of his face.
I once heard women say that if people needed human representation of Greek gods, they’d have to look at him, for his handsomeness is haunting and mesmerizing alike.
His eyes stay cold, hinting at his cruel character and ruthless nature that’s almost legendary in our society.
And while I’ve never been on the receiving end of his cruelty…fear sinks into my bones just thinking about some of the things my brother does to those he deems unworthy.
Sophisticated and stunning, two words describing any member of our dynasty spanning centuries, according to various tabloids. Our wealth could buy a small country, and still generations and generations of people to come would live in luxury.
My older brother and protector.
He’d never raise a hand on me, but he will cut off any hand that dares to hurt me.
Right before he tortures the man in the most vile way.
Santiago Cortez.
Scorching heat travels through me, awakening every hair on my body while fire erupts in the pit of my stomach, and my hold on the glass in my hand tightens. My rapidly beating heart screams at me to show mercy to it and focus only on my brother instead of moving my gaze to the man who haunts my dreams and nightmares alike, consuming me with desire and madness that knows no bounds.
The air hitches in my throat when our stares collide, the world stilling around me and leaving me cold and alone in it, as my feelings only inspired one thing when it came to him for the past year.
Loneliness.
His emerald-green eyes flare, so clear and mesmerizing that one may gaze at them for hours and never get bored. They speak about forbidden cravings, filling you with anticipation and dread as you might never know what to expect from him.
His blond hair glistens under the light, framing his sharp jaw and the complete perfection of his features designed to seduce any willing woman out of her mind. According to most people, he’s considered one of the most handsome men anyone has ever seen.
And I’m not an exception, as devastating as it is to admit.
Compared to his friends, he’s on the leaner side. The three-piece suit and lustful atmosphere fit him like a glove, while the sinister smile on his lips charms any willing woman out of her panties in record time.
My insides clench at the reminder, the bitter taste filling my mouth, and I quickly wash it away with the sweet juice. Although it’s hard to ignore all the women who send admiring glances his way, desperate for the attention he so freely gives to most of them.
But then he refused to give any to me, so I guess he has some standards. I just happen to not meet them, and doesn’t that just stab an invisible dagger into my chest?
The only true manwhore among the four of them who left a trail of broken hearts, although he never promised anyone commitment or fidelity. The men in his family are known for a good time and disastrous marriages, so most women don’t even try to trap him in some kind of relationship. They just enjoy his time and never ask for more.
