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“I’m so afraid, Florian,” Frederick whispers in my ear as I hug him close, the water dripping from the sink, and our bare toes curl into the rusty ground, several mice running around the perimeter as disgusting smells twitch my nose. “So afraid.”
“Shhh. We have each other, Frederick. Nothing will happen,” I whisper back as we scoot farther into the corner, and I do my best to shield my twin from the monsters who roam outside the cell, smiling as he plays with his knife. “Just stay quiet,” I beg him, hoping he would not listen to the monster who promises to give us back to Daddy once we answer the question.
One simple question.
Who is the oldest?
My friends have no idea what truly happened back then, though.
“And then one of us died, so he got his sacrifice,” I finish the story for them, gulping the whiskey and welcoming the bitter taste that pulls me away from the memories that serve only one purpose.
Fuel my anger and rage designed to unleash the most vicious things on those who deserve it, and as such, shows me that I’m a monster too.
And monsters have no right to touch princesses destined for love and affection from princes.
Although if any prince thinks he’s worthy of Jimena, he’d end up dead in a ditch somewhere because she belongs to me.
However damaging that might be.
My obsession, though, will never be my undoing, as only a cool head can bring results.
The glass in my hand cracks, and I push it aside before I hurl it at the wall, letting it break into tiny little pieces.
Just like I broke her heart.
“I don’t think the one who’s threatening me is the same man who kidnapped my twin.” They all freeze at this. “This one is more reckless, younger, and daring. He acts as if he has a right to fuck with me, and his messages aren’t centered on the firstborn theme. It’s more about hurting me and those close to me.”
Santiago’s brow furrows. “You think he has an accomplice or a copycat?”
Remi shakes his head and answers his question before I can. “No. He thinks this is his heir.”
“A son?”
“Or any kid Death decided to raise as his so he could continue his legacy by terrorizing the Price family. Except he seems to be breaking the rules and not sticking to Death’s plans.” Reaching out for the bottle, I don’t bother pouring it into the glass and just take one more long gulp straight from it. “Death must still be alive, but he no longer calls the shots. This new fucker is unpredictable, moody, and the worst part? He has this need to prove himself, which means his crimes and threats will be escalating. He already sent me a few pictures of the people he killed in preparation.” The things done to these people were inhumane and spoke about a true psycho that awaited me at the end of this journey. “I’ll do my best to catch him, but the mayhem he can cause in the meantime…that’s another story.”
“Maybe we need to inform Lachlan about it,” Octavius suggests. “He can keep an eye on any fucker roaming in New York and give us intel should he show up there.”
We all chuckle at the idea because Lachlan won’t do shit just for the heck of it. He’ll demand a price, and it will probably involve us listening to him.
Fuck that shit.
The Four Dark Horsemen listen to no one but ourselves.
And if someone or something stands in our way?
We destroy it until we get what we crave so much.
“We won’t do it because he will demand that I back off. And I’m telling you right now it’s a fucking no,” Remi says, and I roll my eyes.
That’s what happens when one gets obsessed with someone they shouldn’t. Not that I have any place to judge, but I’m still judging.
Ignoring him, Octavius asks me instead, “So what’s the plan?”
Setting the bottle aside, I get up and twist the ring on my finger, slipping it off. “I need to ask you a question first.”
They all frown at me, anger crossing their faces. At the same time, the muscles in their cheeks twitch speaking about barely contained violence ready to erupt at me for even suggesting something like this. Still, I’m just following the rules we set a long time ago on that rainy day in Octavius’s house when we got connected by a cold-blooded murderer.
The Four Dark Horsemen were born on that day, and along with the brotherhood came vows and rules.
