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Yeah, needless to say, these two get personal when they want to hurt each other, which is hilarious, considering you could never offend one without offending the other because they would die for each other.
Besides, Remi knew what he was doing when raising this question that’s a red flag to a bull when it comes to Santiago.
“Shut up!”
Santiago pushes him harder, and Remi falls on one of the desks, where they continue to roughhouse, only for one to kick the other hard, and as a result, they both tumble to the floor.
“Enough, Santiago, enough!” Florian screams, wrapping his arm around him and keeping him away while I do the same to Remi, both of them standing opposite each other and breathing heavily. Blood drips from Santiago’s lips, bruises already forming under his nose, and I guess Remi’s face isn’t any better.
“Let me go,” he orders, but Florian doesn’t listen to him.
When it comes to conflicts, his resolve shines through because Florian never does anything unless he is sure everyone has calmed down.
“Not until both of you are done.”
“Please, let me go. I’m fine. I’m not going to do anything.” I wait for a second, letting them calm some more, and nod, stepping back. Remi adjusts his shirt, wiping away the blood, and points a finger at Santiago. “You’ve got issues.”
Florian finally lets him go, and he steps closer to Remi, smirking. “Yeah, so do you.” They watch one another for a second before they hug, slapping each other on the back, and Remi whispers, “It’s important to me.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Florian bumps me with his shoulder, winking at me at their display of affection, and I grin because, yeah.
We are all untamed monsters who have a deep loyalty to one another.
I go back to the chair, dipping the feather in ink again and bringing it onto the parchment as the ink drips slowly on it.
“Write the law.”
“If one of the Four Dark Horsemen claims a woman as his bride, she becomes one of us.” The feather scratches against the paper while Remi continues, “She has our loyalty and protection.”
“Hold it. What if she ends up being a two-timing bitch undeserving of our trust?”
Ah, Florian, always the pessimist who never trusts women despite intending to fuck all of Chicago.
Why would we want a woman like that, though? I won’t be putting my life on the line for a woman who lacks respect for this brotherhood and wishes to destroy us the first opportunity she gets.
Since none of them say anything, I speak up. “Considering who stands on the other side…” I stop writing. “We end her.”
We’ll never harm an innocent, but we can make someone pay in many ways. Psychological torture is sometimes worse than physical torture.
“Not without a vote,” Remi warns.
With our nods, we wait till I finish and slice our palms one by one, sealing our oaths with blood.
With every breath she takes, Isla awakens the beast living inside me, constantly raging over the chaos consuming his soul, yet her existence alone soothes him, her acceptance and wonder tempting me and making me believe that the impossible is possible.
That a scarred beast can find solace in the arms of a beauty destined to cure him even though there is no cure in sight for the likes of me.
She’s an addiction and obsession in one, my one true weakness because I can excuse and accept whatever she does. Life without her seems dark and uninteresting.
Staying away from her was a torturous and hideous art form that kept me alive. Staring at her from a distance was better than nothing. However, little scraps cannot sustain the monster for long.
We’re selfish creatures who demand to get what we desire, and what I truly desired all my life was her.
A woman who can never understand me because she grew up with a different moral code, a woman who believes in the law above anything else and follows it while I always break it when it suits me.
A woman unafraid to chase after a man who constantly pushed her away, driving me even more mad. Over the years, I engaged in sexual encounters, finding the release welcoming, a momentary reprieve from the constant memories eating at me from the inside out. Every encounter left me empty, creating a gaping hole searching for something more than an easy release meaning nothing.
