Previously known as ' Always & Forever '
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"Why is it that everyone perceives you as a myth?" he inquired, curiosity lacing his voice.
She responded, her tone laced with a hint of amusement, "It is because they are gripped by suc...
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Damon Fucking Harenzyade
A vexatious nuisance and an insufferable bastard. How could we share the same blood? I had finally found solace in the confines of my house, seeking respite after an arduous task of completing a multitude of papers. The weight of exhaustion was just beginning to settle upon me when the shrill ring of my phone shattered the tranquility of the night. It was Alex, his voice dripping with urgency and panic, confessing that Damon was nowhere to be found, and he suspected a kidnapping. But that wasn't the worst of it; it was the notorious Devil's Bloodlust who had snatched him away. The mere mention of their name sent shivers down my spine, extinguishing any remnants of sleep that clung to me.
Within a day, New York City trembled at its core as news of their arrival spread like wildfire. The city was ablaze with whispered conversations about the rapid conquest of their territories and the trail of corpses left in their wake—68 lives mercilessly extinguished. Even I found myself astounded, but these were the least of my concerns. My singular focus was on the safe return of Damon, lest our fathers discover the truth and hold us both accountable. If the gods were benevolent today, perhaps we would extricate him alive from their clutches.
I hastened to our main building, finding Alex stationed outside the entrance, his face pallid and consumed by fear. As I stepped out of the car, my jaw clenched, radiating an aura of anger. "How in the bloody hell did this happen?" I growled, slamming the car door shut, and made my way inside, striding purposefully towards the conference room.
"Let me explain, man," Alex rambled, his words tumbling out in a rush. "It's all Damon's fault. Today, at our bar, he overheard two men from Devil's Bloodlust talking about the Queen's impending arrival. That imbecile grew curious, yearning to uncover her secret identity. I warned him that their men would hunt him down, but that little shit paid no heed. Now, he's bloody well kidnapped by them!" Alex vented the entire story, and I grunted in response, my disdain for Damon growing with each passing second. Utter idiocy.
As we reached the conference room, my hand poised to open the door, Alex whispered, almost too late, for me not to enter. But fate had a different plan, as the door swung open, and there stood my fathers, their gazes fixed upon me. I attempted to portray confidence, to appear bold in their presence, but a single glare from Knox, my father, and my voice caught in my throat. They both possessed an innate ability to evoke a sense of trepidation within me when their anger flared.
"Hi, Dads," I said, trying to sound confident, to project an air of boldness before them. But my confidence waned as Dad Knox's piercing gaze met mine, his arms crossed over his chest. "How did your brother get kidnapped, Killiam?" Dad Xavier, or Papá, asked, his voice heavy with disappointment. Dad Knox completed the sentence, his hand resting on his waist as his glare intensified.
