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I’m alive because once upon a time, a boy with the purest heart chose me as his best friend, and that’s a gift I’ll forever cherish.
But I didn’t pay him in kind.
No.
On the verge of insanity, I committed a horrible crime.
And they all helped me cover it up, tainting themselves in madness and gore.
After all, every dark brotherhood starts with blood, and ours formed the minute I took a life.
Aunt Calliope once said that each one of us represents a certain strength, and that’s why we are so attuned to each other, forever attached at the hip.
Santiago is our bravery because he survived in the hell of his enemy’s creation. Despite being kidnapped for eight long years, he found his way back home and stayed strong through all the atrocities thrown his way.
Remi is our stubbornness because he climbed from the bottom, always striving to achieve more despite the constant disrespect people showed him. Focused on his goals, he was unstoppable in the face of his desires that never accepted defeat. Victory shall always be his. A king in his own right who has his own legacy now.
I’m our resilience because no matter how much Wayne tried to kill me, he ended up losing, never getting the satisfaction of destroying me or making me admit to my pain as I withstood his torture.
And Florian is our heart because compared to us, he shows compassion to everyone who deserves it, always lurking in the shadows, protecting us all and keeping our brotherhood together. If it wasn’t for him, we’d never come this far as each of us owe something to him. He never asks anything in return, always acting like the villain in our story when, in truth, he’s the only man worthy of the title hero among us.
We are the Four Dark Horsemen.
Only in unity we survive, because in chaos do we thrive.
Isla
An annoying sound pierces through my sleep, making me groan and frown as I roll to the side, burrowing my head deeper into the pillow as a sigh escapes me, pleasure traveling all over my aching body.
My mind is still foggy from sleep. I’m ready to enjoy these heavenly sensations some more, but the irritating ringing continues, and the sound seems to drum on all my nerve endings, making me huff in annoyance. I blindly reach for my phone on the nightstand, wrapping my hand around it and raising it to my ear. “What?”
“What? This is the greeting I’m getting!” Giselle screeches into my ear, and I pull the phone back, finally snapping my eyes open and wincing when the beaming sun hurts my vision.
“What kind of greeting do you expect at nine in the morning?” I ask gruffly, my fingers curling into the blanket and covering myself tighter with it. “You know I’m not a morning person.”
“You’re one when you get married to Octavius Reed!” she shouts again, and the headache slowly starts to envelop my scalp. “You got married, Isla!”
I sit up in bed, last night playing like a colorful movie in my mind with all its hideous and carnal desires where my world shattered, only to get glued back together. “Oh my God,” I mutter, running my fingers through my hair while looking around me and finding nothing out of the ordinary in Octavius’s room.
My husband’s room!
Except he’s missing, and my phone is here? Didn't he break it?
Pulling back the damn thing again, I notice it’s shiny, new, and an expensive model. A far cry from my old phone with a crushed screen. “Yeah. I’m glad you picked up. At least he’s not holding you hostage.” Rubbing my fingers over my diamond necklace, remembering how he put it on me, I wonder if that’s true. “How did it happen, Isla?”
Swinging my legs to the side, I curl my toes into the cold marble and find a glass of water on the nightstand along with a small pill. There is also a note.
Drink this. It will help with the headache.
Not even bothering to examine how he predicted this, I quickly swallow it and groan when the warm liquid slides down my throat and brings some much-needed relief to it. “It’s a long story,” I answer, getting up and glancing around the spacious room to find something suitable to wear because my naked body shivers under the humming AC that breaks goose bumps on my skin.
“I have all the time in the world.” I walk into the closet, turning on the light, and my eyes widen when countless suits, shirts, jeans, ties, and every other male wardrobe pieces come to my view. “Don’t spare any details.”
“Like you did, you mean?”
Silence follows my question, and I give her time to process it while I scan for something to wear, when I blink twice, finding a gray dress hanging and I pick it up, instant jealousy washing over me.
Why the hell does he have a dress in his closet? I swear, if it was left from one of his previous hookups, I’m going to…
