Felix pov“Go on, run. Shoo, shoo, little pet, you’re free now. Don’t make me shoot at the sky or some shit just to scare you away. That bullet will come back down and there ain’t no way in flippity flappity fuck hell I’m standing here to accidentally take myself out with it. Nope, ain’t happening.” Lenox mutters in a baby voice. First of all, this approach of his, acting as if I’m some kind of a kid is downright disrespectful. And mean. Yes, mean too. Sure, I didn’t want to follow him at the beginning, but the guy has grown on me now and I really don’t want to watch him head into danger alone. So, like any proper brainless moron, I shake my head and refuse to move for an inch. If this guy is about to die, I’m doing the same. Besides, it’s not like I have anything better to do with my life anyway - why not become an unlike hero, huh?“Come on, man,” Lenox grunts and rolls his eyes. “I’m allowing you to live and see the day your balls finally drop. Don’t take this experience from yo
Lenox povThe little shit is persistent, that much credit I can give him. I’m not one to grant first chances, let alone second and he sure as fuck doesn’t deserve any, given he kidnapped Luka and all that. However, here I stand, becoming a better man than I ever was and changing my way. Except, the shit head isn’t taking the goddamn hint at all. Lord have mercy on my soul because I’m about to bash someone’s head in with my trusty spoon. Speaking of which, where did I put it? As I start patting down my pockets in search of my magic weapon, the damsel in distress clears his throat and starts nervously scanning the damn surroundings. “What?” I grumble, half-assedly paying attention to him. “Nothing, I’m just worried, you know,” he mutters and casts his gaze down. “Yeah, yeah,” I grunt and give up. “Where the fuck did my spoon go this time?” I shout, a little louder than intended. How am I supposed to make this sacrifice and kick the demonic asses of whatever is on the other side of
Sarah povI feel weird. Something about me feels different, but I struggle to pin-point why and if anything has changed. A little obsessed with the need to figure out what has changed, I start by touching my arms and legs. Then, I count my fingers and toes - all intact. I can’t check if anything inside has changed without an x-ray, so I don’t focus on that possibility. A minute of me wondering passes, then three and then I don’t even know how long until I realize something. The voice in my head is gone, it has stopped haunting me, stopped screaming at me and demanding for something. “A-are you there?” I stutter as I whisper into the darkness, but there’s no answer, both from outside the cell and inside my head. “This isn’t funny. Stop messing with me and speak up,” I say, a little louder to appear like I’m challenging the thing, yet still nothing. The only thing that happens is some footsteps in the distance that I hear slowly approach me. Looks like I haven’t been as silent as
Than povReturning home has never felt like this before. Not in a sense that I’ve been eagerly awaited, which obviously is the case here since everyone around me seems very pleased to see me. What I mean is the feeling that I don’t belong here anymore. It’s not about others, it’s about what has changed within me - it’s deep rooted, captivating, something that has gripped me so hard, I don’t think it will ever let me go. Seth. It has to be the change she has brought me - the sense of belongingness I have whenever I’m around her. With that woman, I feel at peace, wanted, respected and needed. With her I feel everything I don’t have here. Home, on the other hand, hasn’t changed much, if anything at all. The same dark, slimy cave walls, those same faces of the demonic creatures that surround me. I could say something has shifted, but I’m not sure if it’s more my problem than any other. “My Lord, we have been waiting for your next visit. It’s such an honor to be present when the Lord
Lazarus pov"I swear on whatever you hold dear; if you don't let me pass, I'll destroy everything I just swore on. Have you seen a man without purpose? Without a fucking soul? Have you? Because right now, you're standing between the sole reason for my existence, and unless you grow some damn brain cells, I'll let the hell break loose!" Lenox forces the words through gritted teeth as the nurse pales before him. All I can do is stand aside and watch in pure shock how my brother rages. As a matter of fact, Luka does the same thing. He stands next to me and gapes at Lenox. This has to be the rare time he's not joking around. If anything, he's so convincing that even I wouldn't dare to stand as firm as that woman does now. My eyes catch a slight movement and instantly follow it. Lenox reaches behind his back, and I prepare myself to jump in between if he's really planning to bring carnage upon the medical staff. His hand wraps around something hidden behind his back and stays there. "D
Sarah povThe pain isn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, but this is just the beginning. Thank whatever blessed me with Seth because my mother-in-law sits next to me and holds onto my hand as if her life depended on it. As positive as I was about letting the triplets stay with me during the labour, my decision changed as soon as Lenox started dropping his remarks about me being split in half in order for our child to be born. And what's even worse is that both Lazarus and Luka stood aside, giggling like girls at every word that left their brothers' smart mouth. Perhaps the comments weren't the only thing that held me back from letting them stay in the room. The other thing is that I don't want them to see me in so much pain. All three of my men are extremely overprotective, so I can't let them end up in a situation where they're helpless. "You're doing so great, sweetheart. I'm proud of you. It won't be long until you meet your baby, and trust me, once you do, you'll und
Lenox povIs it normal to be this stressed? To feel this out of place and desperate that I’m ready to fall to my knees to get inside that room if nothing else works?I tried to bargain, bribe and threaten, but none of those approaches worked. What am I supposed to do now? I’ve never faced a situation that didn’t have an exit, especially when I used the three things that have always granted just that for me.“I fucking hate this!” I groan in annoyance right when demon dad steps aside. I get it, he’s trying to be supportive and ensure I don’t make the same mistakes, but sometimes he’s too much. Since he has joined the fatherhood rows thanks to our mom, the bastard thinks he has the right to play the daddy role as much as the rest of our fathers. I mean, he does, but doesn’t at the same time? Is this me talking, my annoyance, or is this the spoon mindset that keeps driving me closer to slitting throats? Oh, how I wish I could thrust the goddamn spoon into someone’s neck and watch life
Than povThe woman under my arm is nothing short of a Goddess. Seth knows how to carry herself and make everyone in her way bow, even if they have no idea how high she stands. She’s a woman in power. A woman who knows what she wants and how she wants it. Those are just a few of her features that drew me in. The few things that made me fall for her without noticing how addictive her presence became in a blink of an eye. What is more surprising is that her husbands, the four men that have stood by her side for decades, found no issue with me joining their rows. If anything, Luciano has been over the moon to have his best friend, or at least that’s what he calls me, live under his roof. Dominic, Ryder and Vlad are like school buddies who find no issue with any competition. Honestly, I believe that all men are so confident in their roles in her life that there’s no need to feel jealous or act out. Seth won’t drop them just because someone else came into her life. Besides, we didn’t