𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉,
𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙
𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖉?
♮.
❝You've lightened my darkness up, sunflower. I get lost in your deep...
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"You have got to stop spying around with this girl."
I grunted, writing down a few notes for later. For some fucking reason, someone has been leaking a few information in our famiglia. And as the Boss of Los Angeles. I needed to do the one thing I'm good at: hunting.
"....are you even listening, Nico?" I frowned, looking up at my brother, Atlas. His hands in his pocket, boyish as ever.
I raised my hands in defeat. "Okay, okay. I will." I lied.
He raised a brow, "No you won't. I know you, and I know a liar when I see one."
"Let me be, man. It's not like I'm harming anyone." I groaned, throwing the piece of paper in my trash. I know whoever is spying on us could end up in my trash, searching for shit. Anything.
"Listen here, you little shit. All this spying is fucking creepy. And sure, you're older but that doesn't mean you should... I don't know. Harass woman?"
I rolled my eyes. I'm not harassing her; I'm keeping her safe. There's a difference, investigate it or some shit.
"Stop arguing with me, Atlas. You're never going to win." I grinned.
He huffed and took a cigar out, "Just saying, she'll end up hating you more, brother. I'm off, cigar and all." he raised his hand with the cigar. I nodded, "Be careful, man. Whoever's spying is good as some piece of shit."
Laughing, I stood up and grabbed my cup of whiskey. This'll be good. It's been how many years since someone spied on us? Maybe four, or five? Not that the word loyalty is in everyone's dictionary already, no. Once you gain that loyalty, you must ask yourself first: How did they end up being loyal to our family? To me, and my brother?
Easy. Send them a piece of someone's head that used to belong to who... maybe someone from another family who threatened to kill... well, mostly me. I do own the throne. Sending them that is a signal already. "I belong from the Balmorra's. You fuck with me; we fuck with you." type of signal. Am I proud of killing people? Yes, and no. It will depend on what kind of people we're talking about. I've never killed good people, that's not in my list. I was born a monster, but never that kind of monster.
A knock on my door distracted my thoughts. Looking back, I saw a glimpse of blonde hair. I sighed, her again.
"What do you want from me, Octavia?"
Octavia's been my, how do I say this? Fuck buddy, sex buddy, or... sex toy? Somewhere there. We've been off and on in public. Sometimes we would be at some charity events, sometimes we would be out for dinner, because she's been annoying me to take her out. So, I did, if I knew it would end up with her obsessing over me, I should've said no.
She sat on my sofa bed like she owned it. Her tight, short, red dress ready to be taken off.
"What do you want from me, Nicolas?" She asked in her slutty voice that she used when she needed an orgasm.
