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“There is one perfect way to find him, but you won’t like it.”
“Fuck no,” I tell him, and he shrugs, continuing to sip his drink. “I won’t use my woman and unborn child as a decoy to trap him.”
“You might not have a choice otherwise. They are now what he wants. Considering who we’re dealing with, his mood swings will be very unpredictable. At least this way you have the chance to control the situation because he’s the one running the show right now.”
Leave it to Octavius to say the harsh truth out loud. That only adds to my anger.
Death has been playing with me for years, and I allowed it as I slowly destroyed his power, but this new psycho grates on my nerves, and I’m not even sure he has done anything himself.
Getting off on someone’s torture and displaying no empathy is different from murdering innocent people, and while I’ll kill him either way, it does affect his profile.
A psychopath who cannot personally commit a crime will always surround himself with cowards ready to do his dirty work for him.
And cowards tend to spill all their secrets once you hurt them, as they have no idea about loyalty. So if I access his accounts and block them, he’ll be powerless.
“Whatever you’re thinking, I’m in,” Octavius tells me just as we both hear a loud screech of tires and swing our heads to the right to see Remi’s black sports car park by the entrance of my house.
He gets out, his leather jacket swaying back while he marches toward me, a murderous expression etched on his features while his fists clench. “You fucking son of a bitch.”
Straightening up, I step forward, blocking Octavius from his view, and meet his rage head-on. “Remi, what a pleasure to see you.” My sarcastic remark is met with a punch straight to my jaw from him followed by the one in my gut, already bruised earlier by Octavius, but I clench my muscles, barely feeling the blow.
For years, I’ve hidden my strength from everyone and let them believe I’m weaker than them, but I’m about done receiving punches for one night.
I deliver my own hit to his ribs, and since he doesn’t expect it, he stumbles backward, and we breathe heavily, staring at one another while Zeus growls louder this time, getting on his haunches and zeroing his gaze in on Remi.
He never reacts when Octavius hurts me because somehow he accepted him as part of the pack, but Santiago and Remi have no such credit with him. Whenever they try anything, he sees them as a threat to me. “Zeus, down.” An annoyed growl escapes him, and huffing, he taps his paw hard on the grass and strolls to the forest, howling at the moon in the process.
“At least you have some honor left,” Remi says, removing his jacket and dropping it on the ground while Octavius guzzles more whiskey. “Tonight, I started to question it.”
Oh fuck. Another lecture. “I gather you know as well.”
“About you getting Jimena pregnant? Yes. Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Maybe I have.” He blinks in surprise at my reply. “Whatever I do with her, though, is none of your business.”
“None of my business?” he asks and lunges after me again, his blows coming one after another while I block them all and deliver mine. As a result, we end up on the ground, blindly punching each other. “You asshole. She’s like a sister to me!”
“You’re not her brother!” I shout in his face, kicking his knee, and he hisses, so I use the advantage and push him away, hitting him in the ribs. “So sincerely fuck you, Remi.”
“Likewise, Florian.” He twists his fingers and digs them right into my gallbladder, making me bend in two and huff in pain. “Like-fucking-wise.”
We continue to beat the shit out of each other, finally releasing the pent-up frustration we’ve felt for years toward each other but never acted on because despite all the bullshit, we’re the best of friends.
“Enough with this shit.” Octavius separates us, grabbing Remi by the shoulders and lifting him up, so he has no choice but to stand as I sit up, wiping away the blood, and he does the same. We both glare at one another, our chests rising and falling. “Not that this is not entertaining, or long overdue if you ask me… We can’t do that, okay? We have more important problems to focus on than you two measuring whose dick is bigger.”
Remi frees himself from his hold, and I get up, my whole body aching as Remi’s viciousness knows no bounds. He can never control himself when it comes to beating someone’s ass. “Figures you’ll be protecting him. As you always do.”
“Oh, if that isn’t your favorite familiar tune. Santiago came back years ago, so can you stop acting like an outsider who always gets the short end of the stick. We never singled you out, and this one”—I motion to my best friend with my chin—“covers your ass every single time you go to New York.”
In our group of four, we have two closest bonds. Santiago and Remi and Octavius and I.
Within these bonds, though, we have a second favorite.
Santiago’s is mine, and I’m his. Remi’s Octavius, and he’s his.
So this leaves Santiago and Octavius and Remi and I with the weakest bonds among us four. Although our weakest bond is the kind of friendship many wish for.
We don’t exist without our unity, though. We’re like a puzzle, where we make no sense unless all the pieces are put together.
