Zephyr's Promise

19

Livid only minorly describes the way I feel. Out of all of the words in the thesaurus none could compare to the poisonous spite burrowed deep within my soul. Already the day has been a complete bust. We've had about three arguments, a river full of Ira's unnecessary tears, and Nile storming out of the kitchen twice. This kind of behavior is the exact reason why I keep my cottage in Murmansk. There's no one there to bother me with bullshit, unlike when I'm here. It's always some sort of drama.

All of this is Axel's fault.

Any woman would have been better than Ira to stick his cock in. Quite honestly that isn't even the issue here. It's the emotional shit that brings the problems. Between her being married while trying to find answers and him already being half way in love with her this mission has become completely derailed. The only sane person aside from myself is Nile.

Axel has always heeded my advice, from the moment he decided he would stick by me there were rarely any instances in which we disagreed. Even if we didn't like the decision that was made we agreed upon it for the sake of our business, our fucking legacy. So suddenly he is willing to forego it all because of her.

Not only did he act like an ass to me, but he spoke disrespectfully to Nile. There are many things I can ignore when it comes to my brother, speaking how he did to her is not one of them. He had zero right to insert himself in her and Ira's riff.
The way he spoke to her had me flipping over the table. And I mean that literally, once she fully exited the room the demon waiting to surface came out. The look of loneliness and defeat in her eyes as she hurried away made something within me snap. I flipped the table, broke a few glasses, earned a glare from my brother, and more tears from Ira. None of which mattered to me.

What mattered was making sure the two of them knew not to ever dare twist their lips and speak to her as he did. If their apologies aren't made within the next twenty-four hours they'll find themselves in the makeshift prison on the other side of the basement. They're not the only two who might find themselves locked up. My little kitten may just have to join them for winding up in places she has no business being.

Another infraction against Axel for his carelessness. If the idiot closed the door all the way she would have never heard Cristiano's moans and groans. That area of the house as many of the other rooms is sound proof. Undoubtedly in his hastiness to get to Ira he forgot to close it completely. I can only imagine what would have happened if it were Ira who had found Cristiano.

"Where are you dragging me to?" She says unaffected by my bristling.

"Do you think you get to ask me anything right now?" I tug her down the hall that my bedroom is on.

"When you're latching on to my arm like this, I would think I do." Yanking, she tries getting out of my iron tight grip.

She acts as if she does not know who I am. The fact that she is even still breathing properly is unordinary for what she was caught doing. If she were anyone else I would have killed her right in that basement. When it comes to her I can't even bare the thought of doing that to her, or anyone else. Death is an inevitable part of life. My brothers and I did not grow up disillusioned to the fact of death, that at some point every person's time will come to an end. With Nile I can't imagine losing her, especially not how many of us in the underworld tend to.

"You have no authority in this situation, kitten. If I were you I would be begging, pleading with me to be spared." Reaching my room, I slide open one side of the double doors.

Letting go of her she turns around in a circle. Wonder and awe swim in her brown orbs. "Is this your room?" Her finger dances along the edge of the art on one of the walls.