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It seems she favored him from the moment I was born, yet I’ve never known why.
“I’m paying you to know everything.” The suit man speaks up again as he rubs his chin and addresses us for the first time. “Frederick and Florian Price.”
We blink and tense when he steps closer, rattling the bars and making us jump in place as Frederick whimpers, but I meet the man’s stare head-on.
If you’re in danger, always be strong, ahijado. Because your pain and weakness are a weapon, and no enemy should know where it would hurt you the most.
My godfather’s words ring in my ears as I curl my free hand in a fist, ready to withstand anything in order to save us both from this awful place.
Dad once said that I have a great ability to think rationally during stressful times and stay outwardly calm. I hope it’s true because Frederick shakes like a leaf!
“I’m going to ask only one question. Who is older?” We both freeze at this, and I frown. “You’ll answer, and all this”—he swirls his finger in the air—“will be over for one of you.”
“Wh-what?” Frederick asks in confusion, burrowing deeper into my side while I watch the men warily. I don’t miss how the other two exchange a glance, smirking at each other.
“I only need an heir. So one of you is useless.” He sighs dramatically while a hideous glint flashes in his eyes. “But I feel generous tonight. Whoever is useless to me will go home back to their daddy.” He snarls, and what he says sounds more like an insult.
Listen to me well, son. If a bad person promises you something, chances are they’re lying. Never believe them. Because as long as you do not give them what they want or need, they will keep you alive. Sometimes silence is your biggest weapon.
“We want to go home,” I finally speak up, and anger crosses his face while the other two blink in surprise. “What do you want? Our dad will give it to you.”
Daddy loves us the most. He’d give up everything and anything in order to get us back.
The men in our family might not be known to be faithful, but they do love their children and always protect them.
“Your daddy’s agony,” he replies, and a disgusting shiver rushes down my spine, my body growing tense even more when he steps closer, his leather shoes tapping against the bars. “Answer my question, boy.” Frederick whimpers and murmurs something I can’t understand.
“I have a name,” I snap, hating how venomous he sounds while fear envelops me, urging me to come up with something to change his mind or find a solution until Daddy can find us.
Surely, at this point, he called the police, and everyone is searching for us. I’m not sure how far away they took us, though, because they hit us hard after injecting something into our necks, and then we woke up in a van.
“Ah, stubborn and brave. Two character traits I love the most. They are the easiest to beat out of someone.” I curl my fist tighter so he won’t see how my hands tremble. “You’re not a Price here, boy. You’re my toy to do as I please. So watch your fucking mouth and stop wasting my time. Who’s the oldest?”
Frederick shakes even harder, and I turn my attention to him, hugging him and rocking him in my arms. “Shhhh. It’s going to be okay. Just don’t say anything,” I whisper in his ear.
I know it’s wrong, but I’m a bit annoyed he doesn’t remember any of Dad’s teachings and instead cries when we should support each other.
For once, can he act like my twin and not some stranger?
If Santiago were here with me…he’d act like my shield, ready to tear into anyone who threatened my safety, and I’d do the same for him.
He’s more my brother than my twin could have ever been in many ways, and his love for me is absolute.
Loyal to a fault, we even pinkie swore to always be on each other’s side no matter what happens in the future.
“Just think about it, boys. Once you tell me the truth, one of you will be free. I’ll send you home to your family and a warm bed where nothing can hurt you.”
He must not have any family to assume I would betray my brother for a bed!
“We won’t tell you anything!” I shout at him, and this time, he snarls, the muscle on his cheek twitching, and I swallow hard when even the two men behind him step forward, clearly not knowing what reaction to expect from him.
“Stop testing my patience, boy. I’m this close to killing you both and sending your remains to Jacob, but that’s not our legacy. We don’t want the ending of the line. We want suffering, and we shall have it.” He grips the bar hard and pulls at it, rattling the whole cage. I cover my face when something drops from the ceiling on us, and several rats run from under the sink in different directions. “I’m going to repeat my question one last time. Who is the oldest?”
“Shouldn’t you know that already if you kidnapped us?”
According to the books our various teachers and butlers made us read from a young age that urged us to learn different languages in order to understand other cultures better, whenever someone kidnaps you, they have a plan and a goal.
And they do extensive research to catch someone, so why is he asking us this?
