Page 17 of Octavius's Oath


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That’s why I’ll never give such power over me to anyone.

Never again.

I grab my little sister’s shoulder, my fingers digging into her skin and bruising her as I drag her toward the door, open it wide, and push her outside.

She screams, “No!” But I already shut it in her face as Antonio runs to her. The lock clicks, and I slip the key underneath the door. My order rings in the air. “Don’t enter, Antonio, until I stop screaming.” I know he will follow my commands because if there is one thing everyone has in common in this fucking house?

Staying deaf and helpless when it comes to my pain.

“Take her away!” I manage to bark right before strong hands grab me and subject me to so much pain, I don’t expect to survive it.

“Handle the mess so it won’t touch anyone else.” Callum’s voice tears me away from the memories as lightning flashes in the sky followed by a powerful boom, making even Lampos hunch and wiggle his tail as he stares at the terrace.

Any other time, his ordering tone would have earned him a big fuck you, but considering his help, I let it slide. Barely. “Leave it to me.” If the fucker is truly alive, I’ll end him using whatever means necessary because playing with me is an unforgivable crime.

I have no respect for my enemies who try to scheme behind my back instead of facing me head-on.

So they die even more painful deaths than my usual victims.

Live with honor, or don’t live at all.

Callum watches me for several seconds, and I pick up the remote, ready to disconnect us, but my thumb hovers over the button when he speaks up again, an unreadable expression settling on his features. “Restraint is a great character trait. But restraint can become our greatest enemy. Sometimes it’s okay to claim what you want.”

Ah, I’m getting the lecture after all.

Fury glides through my veins, burning my secret wounds and pouring salt over them as their existence reminds me I’m still human.

Lack of restraint is a privilege of those who never knew what it’s like to hate your reflection and see people shying away from you in fear for simply existing.

“Sometimes what we want is selfish and brings greater destruction to everyone involved.” I press the button, throw the remote, and return to the terrace. Standing in the pouring rain, I soak it up, hoping to get at least some atonement for what I’m about to do.

Desire.

What a funny concept anyway.

It should be forbidden for how vulnerable it makes you as even the most deadly men have the ability to attach themselves to innocent creatures, craving their light that they wish to destroy because it hurts them.

I might be a vicious killer who has no mercy for anyone.

But even I’m not cruel enough to subject any woman to such a fate.

I’m not just a monster. I’m a hideous beast who wears a demon's mark on his cheek for everyone to see.

And what woman would ever want to be with someone like me?

CHAPTER FIVE

“When you set yourself on the path of revenge, you need to remember one thing.

To survive until you can actually fulfill it.

Because hate is a strong emotion.

And where there are strong emotions, common sense dies.”

Isla

Isla

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