Alejandro's Point of ViewShe was terrified. I could hear it in her voice. Feel it vibrating down my spine. But she was with Priamos and Nicolas. Although, given the circumstances, they should be protecting her. Yet she can't return here. Then I needed to go to her. Because if she couldn't come back here, they couldn't protect her for long enough so that she could escape. I felt my body move without my mind telling it to. My wolf brushed close to the surface. Howled in agony and anger. We had let her go alone.Only a mate would protect her with all they had. Not her brothers. Not the ones who had abandoned her before. I wouldn't follow in their footsteps. Leave her to fall into an unseemly fate.She deserved more than this world had to offer.I ripped out my phone from my pocket and dialed the first number in one fluid motion. Camilo should know what was happening. Had to turn his car around and go to our mate. Everything else could burn. All of it. But if she died...A lump formed i
Farren's Point of ViewIt was Priamos who got in the first blow. Leon staggered to the side and gripped the wall with the pads of his fingers. But he was still too close to the door for us to make our escape. Before Leon could fully recover, Priamos went in again. This time around, Leon was ready for him. Dodged the blow effortlessly."Stop it! The both of you!" My mother urged from beside me. I sent her a glare. Felt hatred bubble in my heart. She had known the depths of her son's depravity and remained silent about it. Only now did she choose to raise her voice. Tried to stop him. She should have reported him to Camilo ages ago. Maybe all of those people he had murdered would have been alive.Maybe I wouldn't have felt so guilty for what Camilo had done to his back.There was a crack and shudder as Leon landed another blow on Priamos' jaw. I could see his head slip back further than it should have. Heard as his skull bounced off of the wall. The scream lodged in my throat. Nicolas
Farren's Point of View"Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit," Isabelle mumbled in the front seat of the car. She was still huddled over in the footwell. We could barely hear her as we reversed. Scraped along the damaged cars. They were firing at us still. But Tristan was down for the count.I almost felt proud of Priamos for decking him. For showing him not to mess with the three youngest Torrez children. The shock of Leon's death was slowly fading away. Becoming nothing more than a dull satisfaction in the back of my mind. "I can't believe we rammed through the front of a house!" Isa shot bolt upright when she said this. Looked back at Nicolas with wide eyes. He only gave her a small smile as encouragement. "Camilo is going to flip his lid when he learns that I was in the car whilst we did that!" "Cam has more things to worry about," Alejandro muttered and looked in the rearview mirror. In a jerky motion, he turned the car around. Shoved the gear lever into first and carried on driving
Camilo's Point of ViewI was waiting on the porch for them. Paced around so badly one of my calves decided to cramp. When I noticed the car on the other side, I felt hope spark in my chest. She was within reach and I could better protect her here. Although, our barricades would only last so long. At least she was here. As one, my men slammed the gate shut behind them. Slammed the steel poles into place as well. My father had put certain things in place to protect his family. This was only one of them. The large stash of cash and food in the heavily armored basement was another.Quintez was leaning against the railings. His face was a stone slab up until the car came through. He was in immense pain. I could sense it from a mile away. He had been the one to discover the bombs. Had jumped out of the car and ran full speed at the warehouse. No one had opened fire. But the bomb exploded not too far from him.Threw him clear through the air. It was the first time in my life that I was afra
Farren's Point of ViewMrs. Amador looked so out of place on the roof. Rifle pressed to her shoulder. Eye peering through a rather large scope. In her designer heels and twinkling diamonds. This woman should have been on a runway somewhere. Not shooting at people from a rooftop in the stifling sun.Even her lips were perfectly lined in the same color men would spill in the courtyard below. After a moment of adjusting and readjusting the scope, she settled it against the small retaining wall on the roof. Lucky for us, the kitchen was the perfect spot to stand on. The roof here was flat with a small enough wall that we could take cover when necessary. The end of an extractor fan shot out to my right. "Have you ever shot a gun, Farren?" Even her voice sounded too perfect to be of this world. I hoped that one day I would be as graceful as she was. Poised and perfect. With all of my training at court, I should have been better than her by now. Although standing right beside the woman, I
Camilo's Point of ViewI saw her slipping away from the front of the house. Noticed her head bobbing up and over the back side of the wall. One moment she was there. The next it felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest from fear. Every nerve in my body stood on end. Felt frayed. About to rip themselves apart.Throughout the entire fight, I never lost focus. I knew where Farren was. That she was virtually unreachable to anyone. Until she decided to crawl down. To leave the only safety bubble she had agreed to stay in. Throughout the entire fight, I kept my eye on Dominique. Made sure the bastard wasn't advancing. But I took my eye off the ball. Let myself get distracted. If it wasn't for Alejandro disemboweling a man charging at me. Or my mother shooting him a second later, I would be beheaded by now."What the fuck is going on with you!" Alejandro screamed over the commotion surrounding us. I looked at him in disbelief. Shook my head. When I looked back to where Domini
Farren's Point of ViewI had forgotten to tell him. Had forgotten that one of the henchmen had even said it to me. Dominique had killed Camilo's father. And I had been too lost in my misery and fear to remember to tell him. Somewhere after being kidnapped, those men had most likely lost their lives because of it.Hell. I wouldn't put it past Dominique to torture them to death because of it. It gave away a rather valuable advantage that Dominique might have had. All thanks to two idiots who ran their mouths. Although, at the end of it, he had played the card in the worst way possible.Let it slip whilst he was begging for his life.The sickening crunch of Dominique's skull vibrated through the kitchen. I flinched. Looked away as he collapsed fully to the floor. On the other hand, Tristan only watched as his father gave up his life. A blank stare on his face.Alejandro had him in a hold. Forced him to look at the mess his father had made. And paid so heavily for. There wasn't a single e
Farren's Point of ViewOne Week Later"Everyone who needs medical supplies, please go to the right of the line. Food parcels are to the left and if you need housing solutions, please come to the center line. The next trauma debriefing will be held in forty minutes." I screamed above the crowd in front of me.We had set up an emergency aid station on my estate. The front garden was filled to the brim with people. Rafael had arranged buses to pick up people at several different locations throughout the city. To make it easier for everyone to get resources easily. It was the best idea I could come up with to help all the families who had lost someone to our fight.Who had lost not only their sole income most of the time, but also their protector and rock. It wasn't their fault that their husbands and fathers had chosen a different side. Or that we had mobilized their protectors to come and protect us. Thus the burden of helping everyone landed heavily on our shoulders.Isabelle moved clo