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“Ah, the one who is his woman, but she is not, but she really is?”
“Si.”
Barely holding on to the remaining pieces of my patience, I speed up my pace as my whole body requires me to be close to Isla and check on her. The inability to see what was going on with her drove me crazy.
I couldn’t go, though. The Four Dark Horsemen never leave each other behind, and Remi needed us.
Loyalty above anything else.
“If he spies on her, how could he allow her to show up in that horrible dress?” Santiago whistles under his breath as we finally reach the doors. “He has to burn it.”
“He didn’t invite her. I did.”
“Ah.” I hear Santiago slap Florian on the back of his head, and his cigarette falls on the floor before he has the chance to light it up. “Eres un idiota.”
“Don’t worry. I took care of that.”
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
I have no chance to ask, though, as we finally step inside. The smell of food and expensive cologne wafting the air around us while the staff hectically runs around the hallway with heavy trays, probably cleaning up after dinner.
“So what’s the plan, amigo?” Santiago hooks his arm over my shoulder as he shares a look with Florian. “Whatever it is, we’ve got you.”
Florian takes out another cigarette. “His plans so far included staring at her from a distance obsessively and then saying some rude shit whenever she’s near.”
Santiago sighs, patting me on the chest while I count to ten in my head so I won’t punch my best friends since the age of five. “That’s why we never allowed you to plan anything. At this rate, your prey will run away, and your reputation as a hunter will be ruined.”
“And it reflects badly on all of us. You have to stop being selfish, Octavius.”
“You can both go to hell.” They laugh, sharing a high five in front of me. “And there is no plan. I’m paying respects to your grandfather by attending his party, and then I’m going home. Isla has no business being here, so you’ll kick her out.”
I’ve had enough of being an asshole to my woman for the night. I cannot stand the haunted look in her eyes and her reeling back as if I slapped her after my words. In front of all their damn women too, as if she’s not as important, as vital to me as they are to them.
I can’t breathe without thinking about her.
Florian exhales, sending smoke flying around us, and I pause at this. Why isn’t he angry with my request that sounds more like an order?
He’s the only one who could never be rude to women, even those who always throw themselves at us. We have no patience for their bullshit, but Florian? Always a charmer, and that’s why they all love him so much.
If only they knew what truly hides behind his charms, they’d run in a different direction.
“Whatever you say, Octavius.”
And I lied, anyway.
I’ll follow her to her apartment, then go back home and watch her from there because the peace my soul experiences just staring at her is incomparable.
As we step in the room filled with people walking around, eating cake and laughing with each other, I scan the crowd for Isla.
“I see my wife.” Santiago slaps me on the back. “Good luck. You’ll need it.” He walks off to Briseis who holds her plate up for a piece of cake while smiling at someone, and she gasps when Santiago wraps his arms around her, pulling her to his chest and hiding his face in the crook of her neck.
Sometimes it astonishes even me how she fell for him despite his obsession and dark ways. How can a woman who never knew darkness love a man who is permanently coated in it?
She accepts him as he is.
It's a gift.
“He never gave her a choice,” Florian says, reading my mind. “He took what he wanted. His determination paid off.”
