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“Good.”
I can almost feel his anger simmer in the air at the fact that I practically blackmailed him into this, but the guilt from that still can’t overshadow the relief that sparkles inside my whole soul. I will be staying at Blackwater. I will have at least one year of freedom.
Now, all I need to do is to stay as far away from Kaden Hunter as possible.
2
KADEN
My already bad mood is worsening with every second in this fucking house. I don’t know what the hell Rico was thinking, dragging us here. I don’t want to go to a fucking party. I want to cut someone open and watch the life bleed out of their eyes. Preferably the disrespectful little shit known as Mikhail Petrov who dared to spit on the ground before my feet this morning. Though, his sister would make a nice substitute as well.
I flick my gaze back and forth across the room yet again. But unfortunately, the skinny blonde that I threatened this morning is not here.
Lots of other people are, though.
This whole living room is packed with drunk obnoxious people. In fact, this whole house is. Loud music thumps from several rooms and thuds come from upstairs where people must be either dancing or fucking. Or both.
Behind me and to the left, a group of people are playing some kind of drinking game around the massive dining room table. Several other groups are clustered together, drinking and talking by the wall. Others are dancing on the floor where there is room. The armchairs and the couch opposite ours are all occupied as well. And because of the loud music, everyone is yelling in order to be heard over the noise as they try to talk about their fucking inconsequential matters.
I flick a glance at Rico, who is sitting on my left. He is leaning one elbow on the armrest, his chin resting in his palm, as he stares unseeing at the wall on the other side of the room. That lost and almost rootless look that I often see in his eyes is present now too. I want to be angry at him for dragging me to this damn party, but I can’t. I hate it when he looks like that, because I know that there is nothing I can do to help him.
After scanning the room again, I shift my gaze to my little brother. Jace is supposed to be sitting on my right, but he alternates between sitting, standing, and leaning to kiss the random girl beside him so often that I’m sure the dark blue couch we’re occupying will be suffering from whiplash injuries before the night is over.
Jace’s chaotic and restless nature has gotten worse in the past year. And I’m pretty sure that I know why. But I can’t confront him about it, because I know that he will just get angry and deny it, and then everything will go to hell.
I suppress the urge to heave an annoyed sigh and instead go back to scanning the room for any sign of the Russians.
All around me, people dance and laugh and flirt. And all of them, even my brothers, wear their emotions plain as day on their faces. It must be exhausting. Feeling so much all the time must be absolutely exhausting. I don’t get the point of it at all.
Though I have to admit, I do love watching some emotions flood people’s faces. Namely, fear and desperation. I don’t even need air. I could survive solely on breathing in that delicious fear that people exude when they tremble and beg at my feet.
“She’s here,” Rico blurts out, sitting upright in a flash.
I snap my gaze back and forth across the sea of people again. Confusion pulls at my brows when I don’t see Alina anywhere.
“Isabella is here,” Rico says, his eyes locked on the empty doorway that leads into the hallway beyond.
Of course. He wasn’t looking for the little Russian. He was looking for his own nemesis.
The couch groans as Rico shoves to his feet and starts towards the hallway. “But she was leaving. I’m going to confront her.”
I wave my hand in silent acknowledgement as he hurries across the room.
Next to me, the girl who was sitting on the armrest beside Jace slides down onto his lap instead and rolls her hips. She looks incredibly similar to the other random girl that he fucked last weekend. Though, to be fair, that might be because I don’t care enough to remember their faces. I know that Jace will get bored of her and pick someone else in a few days. He always does.
The girl moans as Jace kisses her throat.
I give my brother a shove. “Get a fucking room before I cut out both her tongue and yours.”
Jace flips me off without taking his mouth off her throat. But then he does stand up and pulls the girl by the hand towards where the stairs to the bedrooms are located. He flashes me a grin and then winks before disappearing around the corner. I shake my head.
Alone on the couch with nothing but loud annoying people around me, I decide that I’ve had enough. I rise to my feet as well and turn towards the glass doors on the other side of the room. They’re partly open to let in some fresh air and cool down the increasingly warm room. I slide out a knife and start towards them.
While twirling the knife in my hand, I stalk across the room. The crowd parts before me. I don’t know if it’s out of respect for my last name and my family’s connection to the Morelli mafia family, or if it’s simply out of fear of being cut by my spinning blade. And I don’t really care. The end result is the same. They know their place and move out of my fucking way.
Temperate night air washes over me as I shove the glass doors open fully and stride out onto the lawn.
To my great annoyance, it’s also crowded with people.
