Steal My Soul

24 | darius

Darius

I felt a scraping, a pulsing snap, in between my ribs. It stung. My teeth slid against each other as I stared at my twin brother from across the table.

A half smile curled on his lips. "You've looked better," he says, toying with a jagged blade between his fingers.

I stare at him scowling. If it wasn't for the guards that stood by the entrance and the exit, I'd punch him to a pulp and rip his throat out. He leans back in his seat, taking a sip of his beer with his other hand.

"What? Your twin brother can't get a better welcoming party?" He pouts. "You shooed your friend away before I could meet her,"

I glowered. "Get the hell away from me," I said wearily.

He laughs, putting his hand up to signal the waiter. Fresh plates of sizzling juicy steak and fries are placed in front of us. I swallowed, my stomach churning.

He stabs into his piece of meat with his jagged knife and bits into the steak. A dribble of red juice slips from his mouth.

He furrowed his eyebrows at me. "You're not going to eat? From the looks of it, it's been a while since you've enjoyed a good meal," he says.

"Can I go?" I snapped. I rise from my chair but a strong firm hand is placed on my shoulder, forcing me to go back down in my seat.

"I don't want to fight with you Darius," He says, setting his food down. "We both know why I'm here,"

My eyes narrowed. "That's bullshit, all you ever want to do is fight with me Dean," I spat.

He clasped his hands together, leaning against the table. He flashed a perfect smile of gleaming white teeth. "Look, I just want the two of us to start over. Turn over a new leaf. Let's forget about the past and be a family again," He says.

I scoffed. "You must be running out of money. The part of my fortune that you stole wasn't enough?"

He smirks at me, cleaning the jagged blade against the table cloth. I feel a sharp tip being pressed against my knee.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "You always make things so difficult,"

I grip the edges of the table, knocking over a glass of water. It shatters on the floor and someone gasps. "I know you're the one who's put a bounty on my head. I know you're trying to get me killed," I seethed.

He shrugs, picking at his fingernail. "Well how else am I going to inherit the family fortune?"

"That money is for the both of us," I bite back at him.

Something wicked and wild flashes over his facial features. His jaw twitches. He smiles, piercing the knife into my knee.

Sparks cloud my vision. I pull my knee back and kick his hand hard. My knuckles were turning white as I clenched my fingers onto the table.

"I kissed our parent's ass for years! You know all of that money is rightfully mine. For crying out loud, the last thing you said to them was that you hated them. You never even spoke to them, let alone called them!"     He snarled.

I slid out of the booth, blood spilling from the fresh wound on my knee.

My chest was rising and I was breathing hard. I could barely look at him. "What do you need me for? Just steal the rest of the assets like you did before,"

Dean sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Believe me, I would. But our mom was smart, she must have changed the will before the accident," He shakes his head. "She always had a soft spot for you,"