Quintez's Point of ViewThe news came when I was in the shower. Half delirious from all the weed I smoked. Singing to myself the same song over and over again. Which I forgot the name of. But it was a banger and I honestly always loved the sound of my voice whilst singing. Especially when I was higher than a kite.Hanging halfway out of the shower with the water still raining down on the rest of my body, I picked up my phone from the basin. The stand my basin sat atop was concrete and solid with the basin curving up and away from it. Which made it the perfect place to put my phone.Not that it mattered.What was I doing again?Oh. Right. I picked up the phone to see the number dialing in. A number. Not a name. It was another one of our burner phones. I always opted out of one when they offered them monthly. Said that no one would track a low life like myself if I had a more expensive phone.Honestly, I just always forgot to memorize the new number and had to always call the center for
Farren's Point of ViewWe drove in silence through the city, except for when Tristan decided he was a singer by trade. A very fucking poor one.The bright afternoon light stung the backs of my eyes as it bounced off of the tall buildings. Shiny glass. Produced tears on my lower lids. Or maybe that was just my fear settling in. Making a home in my heart right next to sadness.These men had murdered my mate's father. They had also killed my mother's mate. If it hadn't been for them, I wouldn't be alive right now.Would never have known this world. Somehow, I wished that could have been the case. That their plot all those years ago had failed and I was left to drift in oblivion. Although, they had succeeded and now I was forced to listen to Tristan's horrible singing."Can you please stop that?" I growled at him. Irritation had also made itself known within my chest. Not at the situation but at Tristan who could see my jaw tightening with anger yet he continued on with his tragic voice.
Quintez's Point of View When everything finally sunk in, I realized the rest of the room was staring at me. Their faces were twisted and morphed into curiosity. Some had their lips tugged into a pleasant smile, mainly Roberto and Dominique. Ever since I had joined forces with Dominique, his youngest son had taken a liking to me. Saw me as more of an older brother than his older brother was. Out of the three men, he was the nicest. Sweetest. Sadly, he was blessed with such a fucked up father and brother. Although, his mother had seemed nice before they promptly discarded her. Avoiding eye contact with the girl still tied to the chair, I skirted past her. Smiled back at Dominique when he embraced me from the side. His breath smelled of alcohol when he exhaled. When Roberto offered another drink to his father. When he declined with an upturned palm, Roberto moved it toward me as an offer. I shook my head. "Smoked a large bowl before your dad called. If I took that now I might en
Camilo's Point of ViewI had sent a scout to Dominique's house. Forced him to run faster than he had ever before. The clock was ticking and there was no telling what would happen once it ran out. Dominique had proven he had no humanity left in him.So he wouldn't spare Farren anything.The likelihood of her making it past tonight in their clutches became less and less. She wasn't made to endure torture. Or anything down that line. Her skin was made to be worshipped, not marred. If I could have gone in her stead, I would have.Gladly lay down my life to give her her freedom back. Rafael and Alejandro felt the same. We knew the depths to which the Ramirez family had fallen. Killing their own mother and wife. Yes. Farren wouldn't make it out alive if we didn't act now.Alejandro was busy on his laptop when the scout came back. Breathless. Trembling. Utterly naked. His chest heaved and his thighs trembled. But it was the fear in his eyes that told me the worst had happened. Or maybe he w
Farren's Point of ViewFuck Phaedra. Fuck Tristan. Fuck Dominique. Fuck them all. That was all I could think of as they spoke in front of me. Spoke over me and about me as if I wasn't even in the room. This had turned into something that went beyond Lupitum and Dominique's urge to take over the business.They wanted to gain favor with the royal family. Wanted to send me with Phaedra willingly, knowing that I would be a cow to the slaughter. Except if what she had said was true. That she wanted me by her side as her sister. To help her overthrow the monarchy and place herself on the throne instead. That Reginald had grown too drunk on power and was proving himself to be an unfit king.The snide remark about how Nerezza being a mad woman didn't seem to help her cause at all. Only angered me to the point that I wanted to rip out of my ties and strangle her myself. Although, I settled on growling back at her. Let my eyes do the talking. Showed her the clear disdain I had for her."Take th
Quintez's Point of ViewI knew she was angry when she said all of those things. Knew that she was frustrated from being kidnapped. But it didn't mean what she said wasn't the truth. I was a coward. A selfish one, at that. I had never tried to do right by anyone, not even the man I claimed to serve.Who was a complete and utter monster, might I add, with zero regards for anyone's life except his own. But this was my time to make a small change in the world. A large one in my life. If I did this now, saved my mate, I was going to change everything. There was no telling what Camilo might do to me but I had faith that Farren would try and get me out of the mess I had created.Only if I tried to save her now.Taking a step forward, I glanced over my shoulder at the back door. Phaedra and her guards had no doubt gone to the villa just on the other side of the house. Dominique and Tristan had gone to sleep, hoping that daybreak and their money came sooner rather than later. This left me wit
Farren's Point of ViewI was terrified. And it wasn't just for my own safety. He had a look in his eyes that told me I wasn't going to talk him out of this. Or even try to convince him that it was a bad idea. Oh no. I had said horrible things to Quintez. Called him a coward. Now the bastard wanted to prove otherwise and would likely get us killed in the process.At least my death would be mourned but I doubted his would.There was a difference between bravery and stupidity. I feared this to be the latter instead of the former. Even my little stunt with falling over couldn't help me out of it. Not that I wanted to go with Phaedra. The bitch could burn down with the rest of Makatza. But I didn't want one of my mates in a grave before me.This felt oddly like he would. Quintez's pocket knife worked tirelessly against the restraints. Sawed more than cut at the rope fibers. A bead of sweat had formed on his brow from the concentration. After another moment or two, he wiped it away with th
Farren's Point of ViewThe shouting started not long after the siren went dead. I knew in my bones that we had no time left. That we needed to run. Hide. Do anything but just stand here and wait for our doom. The car was no longer an option. Our quick escape was dashed by motion sensors and those horrible floodlights.Although, Quintez looked stuck in place. His eyes were wide and jaw open. Stared off into the distance. Even with all the screams of men, he refused to move. Kept gawking at something I couldn't see.I willed my heart to stop hammering, to no avail. No time like the present, it seemed. Whether my heart wanted to or not, we had to go and fast. If I died because of heart failure because of this, I was going to haunt the hell out of Quintez. "Come on!" I growled at the statue of a man. Grabbed his hand and dragged him down the last few steps. He came reluctantly. Snapped back into himself for long enough to scream at me."They are blocking our way to the cars!" I noticed